On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

The corners of Gan Meimei's mouth raised slightly, she turned her head to look at Akutagawa Jirou who was delivering cakes to her mouth, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Really?"

"Yeah." Akutagawa bit his fork and nodded heavily, "The supervisor is about 1.8 meters tall, and he maintains a very good figure. He exercises every day. When the school organized the physical examination last year, which examination room and which door did the supervisor appear in? It was full of girls, and there were quite a few female teachers."

"Tall and handsome." Gan Meiya commented.

"The supervisor is very rich. He bought all the equipment in the school gym with his own money. It is said that he has a net worth of 20 billion."

"rich."

"The supervisor can play the piano and the violin. At the school festival last year, all the music in our tennis club was contracted by the supervisor alone."

"Brilliant."

"So, our supervision is excellent." Akutagawa lowered his head and dug a spoonful of cake into his mouth.

"Director Sakaki is indeed very good." Gan Meiya nodded irresistibly, and took a sip from the juice glass in hand, "Then why don't all good men have girlfriends now?"

"I don't know about that, I guess it will be clearer if you ask the Atobe." Akutagawa thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Why do you ask classmate Atobe?"

"Because Atobe and the supervisor are the closest."

Seeing Akutagawa's natural expression, Kanmei raised her brows, pursed her lips, and rested her chin with one hand, her dark almond eyes turned slightly: "Haven't you heard that the supervisor has a girlfriend?"

"Cirou has never heard of it." Akutagawa shook his head again, raised his hand and poked Xiang Ri's arm, "Where is Yue Ren? Have you heard of it?"

"Gossip Girl has heard of it." Xiang Ri thought for a moment, looked up at Gan Mei Ya, and said.

"What gossip girlfriend?" Qian Meiya became interested, moved the high stool under her buttocks, and asked.

"It's you, Teacher Gan." Tired from eating, Xiang Ri put down his fork and took a break in the middle. He looked at Gan Meiya and said vaguely, "It's... the illegitimate child... that time."

"Well, yes." Akutagawa said in agreement.

In his late thirties, he has never had a girlfriend, and there is only one rumored girlfriend, and that is still played by her.Should such a man be said to be unsociable, sullen, or crooked... crooked?The nearest to Atobe?Reminiscent of the message that the two young men in front of me had conveyed to me a few days ago about "someone is investigating an illegitimate child", Gan Miya couldn't help squinting her eyes. After a while, she sighed softly. Such an outstanding man is actually It is really a great loss for the broad masses of women.

"Ci Lang, what kind of resources is Teacher Gan looking for?" Xiang Ri raised his head to look at Gan Meiya who was lost in thought and then sighed, and then looked at Akutagawa who was trying to dig the cake with his head down, and asked.

"I don't know." Akutagawa bit his fork and looked at Xiang Ri, frowned and thought for a while, then said, "I guess I'm looking for someone who is suitable for surgery."

The melodious sound of the piano came from the music classroom and echoed in the empty corridor. After the song was over, the man in a casual suit closed the piano cover, stood up, and walked to the window. Although it was late spring, But the night wind blowing on his body was still a little cool. The man sneezed twice. He reached out to close the window, checked the power supply, turned off the light, turned around and walked out of the music room, and closed the door. The sound of the door lock falling was very loud in the corridor .

Standing on the open space in front of the teaching building, looking at the quiet campus, the white house hidden in the lush cherry blossom forest is already dark.He pursed his thin lips, turned and left.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated. The man took out the phone, glanced at the screen, frowned slightly, touched the keyboard with his slender fingers, dialed a number, but found that the other party had turned off the phone.

The spoiled guy.

When she got home, Gan Meiya flicked her feet, and the high heels on her feet were scattered on the ground. She ran back to the bedroom, took out a diary with a lock from the drawer, and rummaged through the bag again. The key, when she turned the bag upside down, the key was still missing, she scratched her hair, picked up the mobile phone that was thrown on the bed, and pressed a number. After the call was connected, she quickly said: "Sadako, My diary key is missing, help me analyze it."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while, the person on the other end of the phone said: "The probability of being in the bag you are carrying now is 25%, and the probability of being in the bag you carried last time is 20% , the probability of it being in the pocket of the trench coat you wore last time is 5%, the probability of it being in the drawer is 10%, the probability of it being in the pen holder on the desk is 20%, the probability of you losing it is 20%... "

The person on the other end was reporting the data, and Gan Meiya was rummaging through the other end. In the end, she sat down on the messy bed with a dejected expression on her face, and said to the hands-free phone: "Sadako, you figured it out." I didn't find any of them. It's over, and I accidentally lost the key again."

"..." The other end of the phone was silent again.

Gan Meiya grabbed the satchel that she had emptied and shook it, as if she heard something, she let out a "huh", reached in and fumbled, and found a small bag on the lining at the bottom of the bag. She shook the hole again, her fingers seemed to touch something, but one finger couldn't reach it, she put another finger in, only heard a "stab", the hole in the lining seemed to get bigger, but the diary The key was also found.

"Great, I found it." Gan Meiya said to the phone with a smile while holding the small key in her hand.

"Aunt...your bag seems to have been torn by you." Qian Zhenzhi heard the "stab" sound clearly.

"It's okay, I'll sew it up in a while." Gan Meiya cheerfully opened the diary, grabbed a pen, and wrote the name of "Yuro Sato" on the blank page, and then flipped to the page that said " On the page with the name of "Sakaki Taro", a bracket was added after the name, and a few words were added.

"The probability that my aunt has good news is 200%." ​​On the phone, Gan Meiya heard that she was in a good mood, and Gan Zhenzhi said.

"Sadako, I discovered a big secret today."

"What?" Qian Zhenzhi regained his energy when he heard this.

"I inferred this based on the words of Akutagawa Jirou and Muko Hiyake."

"Well, what's the secret?"

"It has something to do with Keigo Atobe."

"Well, let's talk, I'm ready to record."

"Don't tell anyone this secret casually."

"Yes, I will never tell the second person."

"If I know that you told Lian Er, I will not let you go."

"My data will never be told to Lian Er."

"And..." Gan Meiya always felt that there was something else that she didn't explain clearly.

"Auntie, just tell me! I promise I won't tell anyone, I'm a pig." Qian Zhenzhi's small universe had already started to burn, he said through gritted teeth.

"Okay! Let me tell you!"

"Ah."

"I found out today... Sakaki Taro is crooked."

"..."

"Hey... hey, hey, Sadako, are you still there?"

"..."

"Sadako, if you're alive, squeak."

"……squeak."

"It's great that you're still alive." Gan Meiya turned to the page where Sato Yuo's name was written, tapped his name lightly with her finger, and said, "Sadako, please help me investigate someone. His name is Sato Yuo."

"...Auntie, I'm not a private detective." Qian Zhenzhi said rather weakly.

"But you're my private eye."

"..."

Qian Zhenzhi hung up the phone, threw the phone on the bed, scratched his hair with both hands, his back collapsed, and he stared at the computer screen helplessly. After a while, a secret that he gave up because of helplessness The information broke into his brain and he held onto it firmly.

Is it related to Atobe of Ice Emperor?Is Supervisor Sakaki crooked?Although my aunt hides a funny and cute heart under the cold goddess appearance, which makes him dumbfounded from time to time, but she will still express the information that should be expressed in her unique way, so this time...

Gan Zhenzhi grinned, showing eight white teeth. He raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. A white light flashed across the lenses. He stretched out his fingers and typed something on the computer keyboard. Finally, Looking at the calculated data, the smile on his face became wider. He picked up the notebook, turned to the page of Jingwu Bingdi Jibu, and added a line of words in the blank space behind.

Ice Emperor's supervisor Sakaki is crooked and has something to do with Atobe, doesn't that mean...

Hehe, the data provided by my aunt is really a big secret.

The purple-gray-haired boy came out of the bathroom wrapped in a big bathrobe, and the fine hair on his forehead was still a little steamy. He raised his hand and took a glass of red wine from the butler who was waiting by the side. There was an itching in his nose, he sneezed several times in succession, his hands were unsteady, some of the red wine in the glass spilled out, and the patch on his chest was stained a little red.

"Master." The butler quickly reached out to take the red wine from Atobe's hand, and asked with concern, "Did you catch a cold? I'll go ask Dr. Domoto."

"Hmm, how can I catch a cold so gorgeously?" The purple-gray boy lowered his head and reached out to wipe off the red stain on the bathrobe. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it at all. He called to the corner not far away. Afghan Hound, "Peter, go."

I took the dog upstairs and entered the bedroom, and saw that the screen of the mobile phone on the table that few people knew the number lit up, and then went dark again. Atobe yawned and left. Going to the table, picked up the phone, glanced at the content of the text message, the slightly raised arc of the corner of the mouth became a little stiff.

After a while, he entered the house and found a place to climb down comfortably. Peter, the Afghan hound, heard his owner gritted his teeth and said: "Sakaki Haruyo, you are not a gorgeous woman."

At this time, at an altitude of [-] feet, on a flight from London, England to Tokyo, Japan, the girl wrapped in a quilt and falling asleep suddenly felt a chill on her back. more stringent.

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