I turned out to be beautiful and miserable?

The evening wind in early autumn carries just the right amount of coolness, taking away the dryness of summer without feeling cold, blowing the boy's hair to reveal a full and white forehead.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu's drunkenness had already dissipated, and he was sitting on the swing swinging the rope gently, turning his face to look at Matsuda Jinpei who was blowing steam from instant noodles: "Is it really okay to eat this?"

"I'm already content with what I eat." Matsuda Jinhei is not picky at all, he can eat anything with relish after a whole day of hunger.

"Okay, I'll treat you to something else next time." Jiuchuan Xingmu kicked his ankle hard on the ground, and the swing swayed like this. He promised Matsuda Jinpei while enjoying the short-term weightlessness.

After all, he came here on purpose to find himself, and he really felt a little sorry for only serving people with cup noodles.

But who would have thought that the business of the convenience store would be so good tonight, there are usually unsalable lunch boxes and the like, but today there are only rice balls and instant noodles.

He gave the choice to Matsuda Jinpei as a guest, and finally he chose cup noodles.

Matsuda Jinpei was really hungry. Not only did he scoop up the noodles, but there was not even a drop of soup left.Then he glanced at the empty glass with unsatisfied interest.

"Would you like another drink?" What kind of poor cat is this? !

Jiu Chuan Xingmu couldn't help asking.

"No need, it's not good to eat too much at night." Matsuda Zhenping shook his head, casually placed the empty box under the railing, and then gently shook the swing, lifting his chin to look at the round and round The big moon was silent for a while.

"Is there anything to say?" Jiuchuan Xingmu's hair was messed up by the blow, and his senses had always been sharp. At this moment, he noticed Matsuda Jinping's hesitation: "Why did you suddenly become a mother-in-law?"

"...You are a mother-in-law." Matsuda Jinping retorted immediately, and then hesitated to open his mouth: "I am just organizing words."

"So are you organized now?" Jiuchuan Xingmu yawned lazily, with a lazy voice.

"Why do you feel that you are more tired than me? The dark circles under your eyes are almost like a panda." Matsuda Zhenping couldn't help but whispered.

"Because I'm going to stay up late to study, I'll beat you to death...ah no, I'll beat you to the next level." Jiu Chuan Xingmu smiled at him, and the canine teeth on the corner of his mouth looked at Zhang Yang wantonly: "Even if I'm a level late, I will Make great cops. Will catch up to you soon."

"Well," Matsuda Jinhei also pursed his lips and smiled. It was rare that he didn't express his disgust for this kind of second-year speech, but nodded very seriously: "I, we will wait for you."

"Then I will trouble you to find the way for the time being." Probably following the master's mood, the stupid hair on the boy's head swayed with his words: "After you become a great policeman, I can tell my colleagues when I join the job. That formidable senior is my best friend."

"Then what if I don't succeed?" Matsuda Jinhei frowned, dissatisfied with the prerequisites of this sentence, and asked again like a childish ghost.

"Hmm..." The boy stared at him for a while and thought, then shook his head firmly: "Impossible, because everyone is amazing."

This is not Jiu Chuan Xingmu's filter, being able to enter the police academy shows his own strength, and his companions have always been the best in it.

So he's confident they'll make great cops.

"Being praised by you really makes my skin crawl." Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his arms exaggeratedly, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from rising.

Before that, he had always been indifferent or even disgusted with alcohol, because his father had been indulging in this drink to escape reality after he gave up boxing, so he felt that there was no need for this kind of thing to exist.

But now it seems that everything has two sides.

At least, Jiu Chuan Xingmu is quite cute after drinking.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu, who had already figured out Matsuda Jinpei's deadly arrogance, didn't care about his reply. Instead, he asked with some concern: "Is your report really irrelevant?"

Matsuda Jinpei stiffened visibly with the naked eye, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter, time has passed anyway."

It was already past twelve o'clock when they went to the convenience store to buy instant noodles, anyway, senior wouldn't do anything to him.

Ahem... just maybe let him copy the police regulations two or three times.

Just by his expression, Jiu Chuan Xingmu knew that it was impossible to be so simple, "Let's hand it in before dawn, I happen to have a computer in my room, can you help me write together?"

"Isn't this considered cheating? And don't you have to sleep?" Matsuda Jinping blinked and said.

...Although he is indeed planning to ask Kenji for help after he goes back.

"At this time, you suddenly care so much!" Standing up, Jiuchuan Xingmu patted the ashes that didn't exist on his buttocks, his condescending eyes were full of disgust: "What did you do in school before?"

Although the slogan of the few people has always been to be an excellent policeman, it does not mean that they will be good in school.It is even said that six people were fined the most, and it is definitely more than once that one person writes a few sentences to make up a review and then collectively prints it out and submits it.

"Okay." Now that Jiu Chuan Xingmu said so, he didn't hesitate at all, and very straightforwardly sent the half-written document by email.

"This kind of thing should be read by the superiors, right?" Jiuchuan Xingmu glanced at it casually, and his expression became a little subtle: "Are you just perfunctory them like this?"

Probably because he wrote too many self-criticisms at school. There is nothing wrong with his format, but the content is horrible. He unscrewed the screw in the upper left corner and cut off the blue line, just like a journal written by a kindergartener.

No, children in kindergarten will still write seriously.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu quickly denied his metaphor and apologized to the kindergarten children in his heart.

"Isn't this my bomb disposal process?" Matsuda Jinping said disapprovingly.

"That's what you say, but laymen can't understand it at all, right?" Jiuchuan Xingmu said earnestly.

"I'll take care of them." Matsuda Jinping spread his hands indifferently.

"... You will be hated by your colleagues if you do this." Jiuchuan Xingmu said with a frown as he watched him being dragged and others owed him [-] to [-] yuan.

Matsuda Jinpei said that it doesn't matter, being a policeman is not for being liked, as long as his skills are always at the best.

But there is still a big gap between the police station and the police academy. The police academy is full of people of the same age, and no matter how much they had a grudge the day before, they can meet each other with a smile and put an end to their grievances.But the workplace is much more complicated, and not everyone is easy to get along with.

Maybe someone will make trouble in the dark, not necessarily.

Only Xing Mu, who is a laborer, understands this kind of thing, and the original owner shouldn't know so much.So he can only stop there.

[Forget it, who isn't learning social experience through rolling and rolling. 】Xing Mu sighed in his heart and finally decided to let nature take its course, and took Matsuda Zhenping back home.

Obviously he was going home, but Jiuchuan Xingmu acted like a thief, quietly opened the door and poked his head in to have a look. After making sure that the adoptees were all asleep, he lowered his voice and said to Matsuda Jinping, "Be quiet."

Then he took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet and gently placed them on the ground.

Naturally, Matsuda Jinpei would not make him feel embarrassed, and stood on tiptoe cooperatively.

Two professionally trained people used this in their first actual combat.

The layout of Jiu Chuan Xingmu's room was the same as the previous few visits, except that the desk and bed were more tidy.

When they were in school, they often went to each other's dormitories. Among them, only Zhu Fu Jingguang was the neatest, and the rest were more or less "informal", including Jiu Chuan Xingmu.

Once again, it was confirmed that the boy's life here was not so relaxing.

Matsuda Jinping hesitated for a moment, but still asked what he didn't have time to say in the park: "Xingmu, do you want to live together in the future?"

"Ah...?" The boy paused for a moment while turning on the computer, and looked at him with surprise in his eyes.

"Don't think too much!" Probably because I also felt that this sentence was slightly inappropriate. Matsuda Jinpei, who was drinking water, managed to choke himself, and then coughed violently: "Ahem, cough, because of salary, Yan Er and I plan to rent together temporarily, do you want to be roommates?"

"So that's the case." Jiuchuan Xingmusi nodded without any thought: "Okay, we will live together from now on."

"...Is it so easy to agree?" Matsuda Jinpei, who was still wiping the water stains with toilet paper, was a little shocked, "Can you ask about the housing price and the equal share?"

"Too lazy to think so much," Jiu Chuan Xingmu had already started typing on the keyboard proficiently, and only gave him a smiling look: "Anyway, you won't lie to me, will you?"

How do you know we won't?

Just as Matsuda Jinpei was about to blurt out the words, he was interrupted by the boy: "The subsequent reports will be written according to my routine, um... most of them can be copied and pasted, just change some details."

On the way back, Jiuchuan Xingmu asked Matsuda Jinhei to tell him the story, because of yearning and novelty, including the tightly suppressed fear in his heart, he listened very carefully.

A policeman's personal experience is definitely no worse than a class. Jiuchuan Xingmu feels that he has gained a lot at the same time, so he is confident that he can help Matsuda Jinhei write this report and let him use it as a template in the future.

"If you write too seriously, seniors will find that I didn't write it." Matsuda Jinpei stood behind him and said helplessly, "Trust me, just write whatever you want."

"Of course I know how you would write." Jiuchuan Xingmu gave him a sideways glance, then stood up impatiently and pushed Matsuda Jinpei: "Go to sleep quickly!"

Although he is not at the school, he also vaguely knows that police school students are the busiest time at the moment, not to mention a lot of internship tasks with their seniors, and there are still many interpersonal relationships that need to be dealt with.

Compared to himself as an idler, Matsuda Jinpei's mission is almost as high as a mountain, so he absolutely does not allow this person to stay up late.

"It's okay, it will be much faster to write together..." Saying that, Matsuda Jinpei was about to sit on the chair.

"No, writing together will only slow down a lot." Jiuchuan Xingmu folded his arms and raised his chin to look at him, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "You really don't know what level you are?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

I was very angry at being ridiculed, but I really couldn't refute it.

The listless Matsuda became arrogant, grabbed the pajamas the boy had prepared for him, and walked into the bathroom.

After coming out, his face smelled even worse - there was no other reason, this pajamas was so childish that it was outrageous.The dark blue is dotted with cartoon stars and moons, and an exaggerated love heart is drawn in the middle.

"It's quite suitable." Jiuchuan Xingmu looked him up and down for a while, then nodded with satisfaction: "I was worried that you might look a little too small."

After all, he was indeed a few centimeters shorter than Matsuda Jinpei.

"Is this your pajamas?" Matsuda Jinpei asked in disgust, pulling at the hem of the clothes.

"Yes, but my aunt bought it for me." Jiuchuan Xingmu nodded, with some helplessness in his voice. Although he would care a lot when living here, he had to admit that the adoptive wife is a gentle person: "She always They still treat me like a child."

"Because you are really just a child. Elementary school brother~" Hearing what he said, Matsuda calmed down, sat on the edge of the bed and supported the bed with his hands, and leaned back slightly, showing a proud and complacent look.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu didn't care, just pursed his lips and smiled lightly, looking cute and cute, like a cat about to play tricks.

Matsuda was stunned for a moment, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the flash light flashed in the next second, and his childish pajamas remained in Jiuchuan Xingmu's phone.

The young man rested his chin on the back of the chair, bared his teeth, and proudly raised the phone in his hand: "I'm going to post this photo in the group."

"Hey, you—!" Matsuda Jinhei stretched out his arms to grab the phone, but Jiuchuan Xingmu moved back and made him miss it.

"I deleted the photo if you called me senior." Jiu Chuan Xingmu looked at him with a smile, and told his conditions.

Matsuda Jinpei: "...you are so childish."

Among the six people, only Jiu Chuan Xingmu, who didn't want to be called childish by Matsuda Jinpei, changed his expression, he sat up straight and looked at Matsuda Jinpei viciously: "After I post the photo in the group, they will know who is childish! "

Matsuda Jinpei, who would never allow this to happen, gritted his teeth, stood up again and was about to snatch the phone.

After all, I learned boxing, and when I really get serious, my movements are so fast that the naked eye can hardly catch them.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu, whose legs and feet were not as flexible as before, not only did not dodge this time, but fell straight down with him.

Since the last time the rain was discovered by the five people, they thoughtfully sent thick and soft blankets, so even if the two of them fell like this, it would not be too painful, but the atmosphere became awkward immediately .

There is no such thing as a perfect kiss between two people in an idol drama.

In fact, Jiu Chuan Xingmu's canine teeth hit Matsuda Jinpei's chin hard, and he couldn't understand the pain of Matsuda Jinpei, anyway, he was so hurt that his expression turned grim.

"Hey, is your jaw made of iron...?" Jiuchuan Xingmu struggled to get out, and finally opened his eyelids to see Matsuda Jinpei's face.

——Of course he hurt more than himself, after all, it was his skin that hit him.

Although he was aware of this, he couldn't help laughing after seeing the deep tooth marks on Matsuda Jinhei's chin: "Puff hahahaha..."

Although he doesn't rely on his face for food, Matsuda Jinpei still cares about his face more or less. He immediately got up and went to the bathroom. After he calmed down for a while, he came out holding his chin: "Your teeth It's pretty neat."

"Of course." The young man gritted his teeth at him heartlessly, and took all the praise into his bag.

In the next second, Matsuda Jinpei's face turned darker.Ignoring Jiuchuan Xingmu, turning around and pulling off the quilt to go to bed, the action was done in one go.

"Angry...?" Jiuchuan Xingmu blinked his eyes twice, then moved over and poked the bulging lump, "I won't send the photo out."

There was silence for a while, and then he replied sullenly: "Yes."

The corners of Jiu Chuan Xingmu's eyes were bent, and then he returned to the chair and continued typing on the keyboard.

On the other side, Matsuda Zhenping rubbed his chin, unable to sleep.

The quilt is soft and warm, you can feel its value with just a little touch, and you should fall asleep quickly.but…

A faint smell of citrus lingers in the nasal cavity. This is the smell of the boy's shower gel. He obviously used this shower gel today, but he still feels a little different.

He couldn't say exactly what it was, but he always felt a little anxious.

The cool breeze was blowing in slowly along the window, and the sound of the keyboard "da da" was heard next to the ears. After a day of exhaustion, Matsuda Jinhei finally closed his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Jiu Chuan Xingmu finished writing, he stretched his waist to relax his slightly stiff muscles, took a sip of water, and finally hit the floor for the night.

Although it is not impossible to sleep on the same bed, Jiuchuan Xingmu really can't trust his sleeping position.Considering that Matsuda Jinping will be busy tomorrow, he finally let him go.

When he woke up the next day, he was already lying on the bed, Matsuda Jinpei had already left, and he left a note thanking him for his help, saying that we would go eat sukiyaki together next time he was free to pay his salary.

Why do you feel that this guy has become so gentle recently...?

Jiu Chuan Xingmu pursed his lips in some doubts to suppress the strange feeling of anger in his heart, and finally sandwiched the note in the pages of the book he read most often on weekdays.

-

Time passed so little by little, and it was the day before school in a blink of an eye.

Although this was not the first time, the adopted child was still very excited. He took Jiuchuan Xingmu and went out to buy a lot of things, saying that they could be used in school.

Although Jiuchuan Xingmu felt that it was unnecessary, he was not very good at rejecting the enthusiasm of the adoptive family, so he could only silently write down the account and then go to work to pay it back.

It was still evening when I got home, and my younger brother who was still in the first year of high school was called to play football by his friends before he entered the house. Like an elder, Jiuchuan Xingmu asked him to come back early and then went back first.

The room was very quiet, at first he thought no one was there, until when he was pouring juice, he suddenly heard movement in the study.

He hesitated for a moment, but still poured two glasses and brought them up.

There was a suppressed roar from the crack of the door, and the adopter, who was always smiling gently, seemed to be out of breath, and he didn't even care about his image.

Jiu Chuan Xingmu was a little embarrassed, and felt that it was better not to go in for the time being, but when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a familiar name—Jiu Chuanguang, his father.

Ever since Jiu Chuan Xingmu entered this family, he rarely mentioned his parents, because he was afraid that his adoptive parents would worry.

He was very young when his parents died, and he has a vague memory of many things.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he still wants to know how good his parents, who were once legends of the Metropolitan Police Department, are, and whether they can become the goal he pursues.

After hesitating for a while, he stayed and put his ear to the door.