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There is no arrangement, Miss Xun, Mr. Jie Gao, anyway, it is the first day, we will come—"

In a lively bistro, the long tables are full of black suits.

The man with the ponytail took off his jacket, gulped down the beer, and let out a long sigh: Ah, it's so healing! "

Several colleagues also picked up their cups and chopsticks, and ordered with the service staff.

"It's not even dusk yet, is this really okay?"

"It's Matsusaka beef!"

"Of course." Zhang Antai took the tongs and turned over the barbecue: "If one cup can't solve the problem, just drink two cups. If you are reimbursed by a great person, eat as much as you want."

At the same moment, Kuroda Hei, who was reading the report in the office, sneezed.

Seats for 12 people, one hour after the event started, not yet full.

In early summer, it is more leisurely than usual, and the housekeeper also ran out, eating side dishes while drinking, always feeling that it was not tasty enough, she wanted to reach for the sauce, when her eyes touched the bottle, she just took it away with one hand, and in a blink of an eye It was handed to her.

The brown liquid swirled around in the small saucer and pushed it in front of her.

Zhang Antai smiled, "You're welcome."

The family member supported his face and looked at the person who brought out the staff of the high school.

He's in his mid-twenties, he's a welcome type just from his appearance, especially because he's tall but doesn't exude too much sharpness, thanks to the drooping eyes on his face.

It always feels good to be served by a handsome guy who is nearly ten years younger. I picked up the chopsticks and dipped a corner of the meat in the sauce: "Let me give you a hint."

Zhang Antai:?

Jia Ruozi: "This will be the most relaxing day in three months."

Two hours later, when Zhang Antai was holding the banner of the shopping mall and hanging it in the air, he remembered this sentence and couldn't help thinking: This is completely a banner of death!

The author has something to say: Kuroda Hei: Prodigal Son

Chapter 5

The subway station was empty, and the clearing was completed. Akira Xintian sat on the bench to rest, took out his mobile phone, swiped open the screen and opened the group chat.

The screen of the mobile phone glowed under the incandescent lamp, and the auxiliary supervision group of Tokyo became the live broadcast of the drinking party.

Photos of delicious food, as well as group photos after being drunk, were sent in all at once, faster than the falling speed of meteors.

These guys are so happy, it seems that they can hear the clinking of glasses and laughter.

She ran a day's mission here, ate rice balls from a convenience store for lunch, rushed a report to be handed in in the car, and sent two emails.

Although everyone told her to finish work quickly, everyone knew that it was impossible——

Just thinking about it, the pink-haired youth walked out of the tunnel.

"Hey——" Xin Tianming raised his head and stood up at once: "What's wrong?"

For two consecutive weeks, at [-]:[-] p.m. Friday night, drivers on the Chuo Line reported hitting something on the section from Shinjuku to Nakano.Sent staff to check and found nothing.

In the third week, at noon today, one died.From a mathematical point of view, it is constantly increasing, but counting the impact on public transportation, it is upgraded to an emergency.

The people on the schedule were scattered all over the place, and Yuzu Yuhito said, "I'll go, there just happens to be a task nearby in the afternoon, by the way."

Simply angelic.

As a fourth-year student in a high school, he is overly reliable, both as a conjurer and as a human being.

Akira Nitta realized this again, at this very moment.

"Solved?" She opened her eyes wide: "It will take less than 10 minutes to go in."

"Oh, it's over." Yuzu Yuji twisted his arms and stretched his muscles: "I always feel that Miss Nitta is a little absent-minded, so I worked a little harder. Tomorrow is a rest day, how about going back early? No need to send it off, I am alone You can go back."

Ah, it's an angel.

The auxiliary supervisor is different from the conjurer, and is always on the second line of the task. Most of the time, he looks forward and backward, uploading and issuing.

Akira Nitta is used to doing this, and occasionally feels that he is working mechanically, but there are still moments when he is touched.

Akira Nitta: "Thank you!"

Because I was worried that my younger brother would come to the high school, but he was arranged in Tokyo, which is still separated by two places.After doing this job for three or four years, I shed tears more than once, but today it is rare because tears filled my eyes because I was moved.

"Knotweed," Xin Tianming said seriously, "Let's go together!"

Knotweed Yuhito: "Huh?"

The assistant supervisor should drink together, and avoid calling any conjurer alone, which means approval.

After drinking together for an hour, the people at the seats became acquainted, and naturally chatted about the topic of gossip, Zhang Antai's "favorite".

"I don't have a boyfriend yet, she's so cute. Speaking of which, the salary of a conjurer is very high. High income, tall stature, and high status. Isn't it good to be close to someone?"

"Hey, that's your point of view from the last century. Now Sanyou is popular. Be gentle with your family, only with me, and with your family."

"There's another one, right? 3C, Comfortable, Brother Komunikai, Kopretiv."

"Haha, your English is still so funny."

"This is the point? You guys," the half-drunk man put down his beer glass vigorously, "tell me which conjurer you know is suitable to be a boyfriend? It is obvious that auxiliary supervisors—such as me—are much more reliable— !"

Several people fell silent at the same time, and the assistant supervisor A thought for a while: "Indeed..."

Assistant Superintendent B retorted: "You can't say that, there are still good ones."

Assistant Supervisor C: "As a male, if I would rank the active ones...the number one is Fu Heihui."

Son A shook his head: "It's too boring."

Mr. C: "That's stability! Steadiness!"

Mr. E: "A man who praises another man is either gay or a strategist.*"

Mr. C: "Fu Heihui is such a good child, what's wrong with me boasting! What's wrong!"

Zhang Antai: "Is there any more? I heard Wujo Wu is not bad?"

When he said this, everyone's heads shook like rattles, unanimously as if they had rehearsed.

"No, no, no, Mr. Gojo absolutely not."

"Keep down, if overheard—"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Yidizhi.Yidi Zhi didn't plan to drink a lot, but now he was lying on the table, took off his glasses, and couldn't help complaining to Jia Ruozi, comforting him at the same time, looking like he was about to cry.

Everyone is full of sympathy.

"Mr. Ichichi really worked hard..."

"very pitiful."

"Don't talk about Wujo Wu anymore, sometimes just hearing this name will make Mr. Yidizhi feel stressed!"

"Gojo Satoru, you hateful guy..." Kaoru Huihara, who was sitting next to Zhang Antai, said suddenly.

She had been eating meat with rice all night. She didn't know whether she ate too much meat or too much rice. She occasionally participated in conversations, but she felt a little cold in the end.

"Besides these two people, there are others?" Zhang Antai said: "Some people look bad, maybe they are good people?"

Mr. C: "I heard that Fuheihui Middle School is bad."

Mr. F: "Speak less and no one will treat you as dumb."

Son B: "...Well, don't you guys think that Polygonum cuspidatum is a good boyfriend?"

"Knotweed?" "Knotweed..." "Knotweed Mr."

"It's true that from the standard of a boyfriend, he's quite reliable..."

"Ah, I think he looks silly." "I heard he's good at cooking."

"But after all, it's that knotweed..."

"Well, I absolutely can't."

"Haha, aren't they all sealed?"

"Seal?" Zhang Antai blew on the tofu in the spoon and swallowed it in one gulp: "What is that?"

"It's that one, that one, Su—"

"Okay, okay, I'm really drunk." One person put his arms around the shoulder of the person who spoke, "Has Xin Tianjiang not come yet?"

I was interrupted, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but I have to say it, it seems that it is not a top secret.

"Ha." Zhang Antai was about to get up: "I'm going to smoke a cigarette, what should I bring—"

"Mr. Knotweed!" B on the opposite side suddenly raised his head.

Zhang Antai put his hand on the tatami, arched one leg, and turned around to look.

At the corner of the shop, a pink-haired young man in a sweater looked around in a daze.

The assistant supervisors waved to him: "Here!"

The young man noticed and strode over here: "Miss Jiajin is here too. Miss Xintian stopped the car and said she would come right away." He sat down at the table and asked in a low voice: "The meeting of the assistant supervisor, Is it really okay for me to come?"

"It's okay, it's the friends who came to communicate and pay the bill, and it's these two—"

Youren followed the assistant supervisor's line of sight, and his eyes fell on Zhang Antai, and he was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Antai was looking at him, feeling a little confused when he saw this expression.

The next moment, the pink-haired young man stepped back, bypassing the assistant supervisor sitting between the two of them, leaning forward, and moved closer to him.

"Mr. Police Officer—! Why are you here?!"

The author has something to say: In terms of setting, Kaoru Haibara and Satoru Gojo have the same ex-boyfriend (the one whose memorial day is on Christmas as everyone knows...), so I won’t mention it here, it should be.

*Forgot where I saw it, the original sentence should be similar

Chapter 6

Tom tom.

A heartbeat, because it was too heavy, lingered for a long time, and it was clearer than the one hundred and eight bells on New Year's Eve.

The guy knows me, the target has seen me.Zhang Antai was unprepared for the unexpected situation.

The five senses are amplified in an instant, and everything is trying to find the answer to this doubt, to create light from the darkness.

Countless images flashed through his mind: the handwriting of the shop, the texture of the asphalt road, the smell of perfume in the gray car, the cactus of the high school and the mountains of documents on the auxiliary supervisor's desk, the reflection of the glass door of the Metropolitan Police Department According to the light, the third person in line at the convenience store is a squinting brown-haired student...

The memory lasts in the morning.leave strangers