Shirley thought today would be an ordinary day off.
She went out shopping with her sister Akemi Miyano. Akemi suddenly received a work call. She apologized and said that she had to go to work and hoped that her sister could go home by herself.
For members of an organization, it is not uncommon to be suddenly called by their superiors to work while on vacation. This overtime phenomenon also exists in other high-paying industries. The organization's wages are more substantial, and the requirements for employees are also higher, which is quite fair.
Shirley was used to it and immediately expressed her understanding. As for the movie the two sisters had originally planned to watch, they postponed it to next time.
She called the driver and walked to a nearby road sign to wait for the bus.
At five or six o'clock, it was the evening rush hour, the main road was severely congested, and the traffic was like slowly moving ants.
In fact, a researcher of her level should be accompanied by one or two security guards whenever she goes out for the dual purposes of safety and surveillance; but when a security guard follows her, she feels uncomfortable and restricted.
Shirley mentioned this matter to her boss, cautiously and tentatively.
Unexpectedly, the other party agreed nonchalantly, as if he completely understood her mentality, and added: "You still have to bring it with you when you go to places outside of Tokyo."
The boss always keeps his word, whether it is building a toy factory or striving for the Nobel Prize, he will never break his promise even on small matters. From then on, the Miyano family's daily trips were no longer monitored and followed at all times.
"We are benefiting from Shiho's help." Miyano Elena said with a smile, "Sometimes I wonder if that gentleman treats you as his own sister and gives you whatever you want."
Shirley knew that Boss always gave her the green light.
She had a wine code name when she was still young. She didn't want to go abroad to study university courses, and she didn't want to be followed when she went out... Many requests, reasonable or a little bit excessive, were granted one by one.
Boss occasionally takes time to visit her, chat, ask about her recent situation, and even play irregular jigsaw puzzles with her.
At the same time, it was natural for the other party to place greater expectations on her, and Shirley herself agreed.
Boss was very skilled in this area, and he never said it explicitly, but his words were full of hints, which made her wonder involuntarily: "How far should I go to meet that gentleman's expectations?"
One day before going to bed, Shirley suddenly thought of this and began to think about it. Her initial guess was relatively normal, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she could not guess Boss's intentions with ordinary people's thinking. So she came to a self-destructive conclusion: with Boss's brilliant idea, it is very likely that he would ask her to shoot a second tricycle commercial...
No way... Not really...
Shirley was very sleepy and slowly fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with the dodging and swaying green-lipped Aka fish and the Frog Man.
"Give me back the princess, Aka Fish!"
"Frog Man, if you don't leave now, today will be the day you die!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
When Shirley woke up the next day, she was in a trance.
While brushing her teeth, she thought, “What if I’m asked to star in the second commercial?”
When changing clothes, she thought: "If I have to act... the princess is not wearing a mask, can I play the frog man?" - In fact, it's not bad to wear a tightly wrapped combat uniform, right
Shirley prepared herself mentally and walked into the laboratory. When she checked her emails, she found that the boss had sent everyone a KPI email.
The above are SCI publication indicators that vary from person to person, which are normal, at least they are relevant to the profession, although the organization's institute is not a formal research institute.
The end of the email.
[… I plan to win the Nobel Prize within five years. I must work hard and get nominated as soon as possible.]
Shirley: “?”
Shirley was stunned.
Indeed, every scientist aspires to win the Nobel Prize, and every hard-working high school student hopes to be admitted to a prestigious university.
But "winning the Nobel Prize within five years" is really too much to ask. It's like asking a student who has just finished compulsory education to get into the University of Tokyo within six months. There is a chance, but it's very slim.
.
Other assistant researchers in the office also received a work KPI of "assisting Shirley and the Miyano couple in winning the Nobel Prize within five years."
This request caused everyone to whisper all day, and the Boss became increasingly difficult to guess.
Shirley thought it was okay.
At least not in a twister commercial.
She is a talented girl who is well-informed, emotionally stable, and able to withstand strong pressure. She is mature beyond her age. When she first saw the Boss wearing the sad frog mask as a child, she was very flustered, but she did not show any inappropriate behavior... Until this moment, she saw two familiar men on the street.
The silver killer is tall, wearing a black windbreaker, and has a cold temperament that makes passers-by retreat.
The black-haired young man next to him was fair and handsome, wearing a red scarf.
It's not surprising to see Boss and Gin here.
—But why are they holding hands
Shirley was in a trance: “…”
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She was so shocked that her pupils slightly dilated. This genius girl who mastered everything she learned experienced the confusion of a brain crash for the first time. Even the eye-catching Frogman commercial couldn't make her lose control like this.
Compared with the amount of information in this scene, Shirley suddenly felt that winning the Nobel Prize within five years would be easier to accept.
She is only fifteen years old, she shouldn't suffer this level of mental shock!
Then, Boss walked up to her, said a few words of greeting, turned around and went to the street to buy a cup of milk tea. Two minutes later, he quickly came back and handed her a cup.
Shirley poked the straw woodenly, and heard Boss say to her: You go to Teitan High School and monitor someone.
—"In short, go undercover!"
Shirley: “?”
At the same time, Boss and Gin resumed holding hands very naturally, as if no one was around.
Shirley's lifelong confusion seemed to be mostly spent at this moment. Ten minutes of experience could make an episode of "The Confusion of Shiho the Girl": So why is Boss so close to Gin? Are they in that kind of relationship? Why? Really? Boss, don't be depressed. What's wrong with him? ... Gin is so scary, stay away from him...
She struggled to digest the other person's meaning and asked, "What about my study abroad in the second half of the year..."
"Go study abroad as soon as possible." Hojo Natsuki said calmly, "Your goal is not yet in high school, so don't rush. I'll wait for you to come back. I just want to let you know first."
It is now the third year of BK, and there is still a year before Kudo Shinichi goes to high school. Shirley Qua originally planned to study abroad for a year and a half, so she can wait until she returns to China to monitor him and not affect her academic tasks.
As the saying goes, put on your pants before your shoes. I finished my PhD and went to middle school. I was born to be a researcher. I feel sorry.
Of course, he didn't expect the scientific research SSR to be an undercover agent who could fly anywhere. He arranged Shirley Gua to go there not only for the purpose of setting up spies and being on the safe side, but also in the hope that she could experience the campus life of an ordinary JK... and more importantly.
Since Shirley Gua is a suitable undercover candidate, she must be very good at time management, right
Japanese Public Security Zero Cat, a domestic kitten, works in a factory to tighten screws, shoots commercials, goes on missions, and studies for a master's degree, without any delay.
FBI Akai Yuyu, an imported fishman, works as a security guard in a factory, shoots commercials, goes on missions, studies for a master's degree, and loves what he does.
Any cat, dog or British fish can do multiple jobs, so how could the SSR that he personally protected not be able to do scientific research while attending high school
Shirley: “… Yeah, okay.”
A few minutes later, she got into the car that came to pick her up and left.
Hojo Natsuki continued walking forward side by side with Kurosawa Jin, carrying the bag of milk tea.
"I'll take you to my new rental house." He suggested, "Some things have arrived and haven't been unpacked yet. Let's sort them out together-"
Kurosawa Jin had a blank expression on his face: "What's wrong with her?"
Still haven't mixed it.
Hojo Natsuki told the truth directly: "Have you ever played the game? I can see the basic information of each employee. Shirley is an SSR... In short, she is a top-notch employee with a rare scientific research direction, so I have to maintain a good relationship with her.
Maintaining a relationship.”
Kurosawa scoffed, "It seems Rum is the same."
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
Damn! Such an unexpected angle!
How can a bald old man like Rumquat who can only work compare with a cute and obedient SSR who can say "Arigato Boss-san"? Is he worthy? He is only worthy of making a sushi bento for Prince Qin's lunch!
You can't refute Kurosawa in this way. If you do, it would be like implicitly admitting that Shirley Qua is more special, even though she is indeed loved by the boss because she is obedient and sensible; however, all the employees of the Frog Organization, except Gin, are essentially frog-shaped productivity tools.
Hojo Natsuki opened the plastic wrapper of the straw and used the action of drinking milk tea to cover up his dissatisfaction.
After taking a sip, he immediately understood why this store was so deserted.
"How can it be so unpalatable?" Hojo Natsuki frowned, "I must drink some iced Americano to rinse my mouth. Where is the coffee shop?"
Kurosawa Jin said expressionlessly: "Change the subject."
Hojo Natsuki retorted: “No.”
There was silence.
Xia Shu added: "She's only fifteen years old, just a little girl, don't think too much about it."
"… "
Xia Shu thought for a moment and said, "Except for you, I cannot touch anyone else through the air. There are no other exceptions."
"… "
"… "
"Did you hear that?"
"… "
The silver-haired man was obviously quite dissatisfied with his flimsy excuse. A hint of annoyance and anger shrouded his usually expressionless face, but he said nothing. He was like a cat sulking alone. If one reached out his hand, he would definitely be scratched on the head.
Whether in front of the screen or in real life, if you can't coax him into a good mood with just a few words, you can only wait patiently for him to calm down.
This place is four or five kilometers away from the new residence, and Hojo Natsuki hailed a taxi.
The evening rush hour is still going on, and the journey that originally took only twenty minutes has been stretched to twice as long.
Hojo Natsuki was experienced in dealing with this man's bad temper, and he didn't feel awkward. He chatted with Kurosawa Jin as if no one was around, saying whatever he thought, even though the other party ignored him.
However, Natsuki knew that he would listen carefully, so it didn't matter whether he responded directly or not.
But the taxi driver didn't know this. The middle-aged man wearing a mask listened to him talking to himself for half an hour and was a little horrified. He was obviously wondering if this man was crazy.
When the driver looked at the psychopath in the back seat through the rearview mirror for the third time, Kurosawa Jin finally spoke.
Kurosawa Jin: "It's so noisy."
Natsuki: “We’ll be there soon.”
A few minutes later, they got off the bus at the intersection.
Hojo Natsuki was in a state of high tension, always thinking that he would definitely meet Shinichi when he went out with Kurosawa, and some strange things would definitely happen when he met Shinichi. Kurosawa Jin was unhappy about it, so he took action on the spot and turned the incident into a case...
Maybe because I had been unlucky today, nothing happened in the five minutes from the intersection to the courtyard. I only met an old lady with crutches.
Only after the gate was closed did Hojo Natsuki feel relieved.
He approached Kurosawa Jin, pulled down his scarf, put his hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and touched his cheek with his lips, making a very light "pop" sound.
"Don't be upset." Hojo Natsuki put her arms around his waist, but felt a little embarrassed, so she buried her face in the front of his coat and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you still ignoring me?"
He had a faint, cold winter scent mixed with a hint of tobacco on him, and because of this hug, it spread all over me.
Hojo Natsuki felt that the other person's body, which was supported by the material of the coat, was gradually becoming stiff and tense.
Kurosawa Jin, who had not spoken a word all the way, finally moved. He lowered his head and bit Hojo Natsuki's lips viciously, as if it was some kind of childish revenge, causing him to hiss in pain.
Hojo Natsuki complained, "It hurts, it hurts. You'd better ignore me."
The other party was relieved and looked relaxed, glancing at him nonchalantly, as if to say, "You deserve it."
”—This is a sign of a better mood.
There were several express boxes piled inside the courtyard gate, and Kurosawa Jin took the initiative to help him take them into the inner room.
"What did you buy?" he asked.
"Computers, monitors, clothes, and so on." Hojo Natsuki scanned the food delivery app at a glance and explained casually, "Just put it there."
He was still thinking about the damage caused by the cup of saccharin milk tea, so he quickly ordered a cup of iced American coffee and then started to unpack the package.
When he was alone, Hojo Natsuki was not very willing to handle these trivial housework himself. He would either pay others to do it or simply leave it alone and wait until there was no more room before he would passively start working on it.
However, with Kurosawa Jin, boring things can become interesting... because Kurosawa seems to be more reluctant than him.
"What's that expression?" Hojo Natsuki couldn't help laughing, "The clothes in your hand can't be washed, just unpack them and hang them in the closet."
Kurosawa looked at himself with a look of "what a trouble" and threw two coats into the bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, a takeaway iced American coffee arrived at lightning speed, ruthlessly interrupting the tidying work he had just started.
Hojo Natsuki was already feeling tired mentally, so he brought the takeout bag back and just wanted to go out for dinner, so he prepared to suggest the same to Kurosawa Jin.
When he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, he looked at the alloy doorknob and suddenly thought of something.
Today, Hojo Natsuki finally recalled the conditions under which his threats were always effective.
He asked with great interest: "How did you get into the simulated shooting range? I remember that the door of the hotel room where you stayed before could also be connected to—"
Kurosawa: “Go in.”
Xia Shu: “?”
Can he also talk nonsense literature
Perhaps because the confusion on his face was too obvious, Kurosawa Jin didn't bother explaining any more and demonstrated it for him himself.
I turned the door handle in the opposite direction and pushed it open again. The small courtyard outside the door had turned into a vast space with a height of several meters. The walls were snow-white and cold, full of a sense of technology.
"... Wow." Hojo Natsuki exclaimed inwardly as he stepped into the virtual shooting range.
The moment they entered, the entire shooting range was activated, and real images appeared on the holographic screen, replacing the original white walls.
At the same time, the middle floor opened to both sides, and a table with a row of sniper rifles rose from the ground at a constant speed.
Hojo Natsuki took a walk around and found it extremely fresh.
It was really hard for him to connect this place with the frog-frog-shooing-butterfly game on his phone. The picture on the phone was extremely sloppy and cute, just like CS; but in reality, it was simple and advanced, and the holographic image perfectly matched the reality, making it hard to tell the real from the fake…
The level of technology demonstrated by the shooting range is among the most advanced even in his own world - but it is obvious that this is the product of supernatural powers.
Kurosawa asked, "Would you like to try?"
"No need for that, I just want to take a look." Hojo Natsuki held the iced Americano in his hand, not interested, "Let's go eat."
The store forgot to put a straw in the takeaway bag, and the transparent lid did not have a side drinking opening, only a clear "X" in the middle for inserting the straw.
Hojo Natsuki took off the lid and drank directly from the cup.
The ice cubes have not melted at all, and when they collide with each other, they make a crisp and pleasant sound.
"I heard." He saw the square of ice and suddenly said, "Snipers will hold a piece of ice in their mouths in winter to prevent the fog in their mouths from affecting their sniping. Do you do the same?"
Kurosawa Jin: “No.”
Natsuki imitated Dazai's sarcastic tone: "That's amazing."
Kurosawa Jin: "Shut up."
"I won't." Hojo Natsuki said, "Let me tell you the Ice American Revenge Story 2.0."
"don't want."
"Iced Americano... I forgot what happened in the middle... Anyway, it has had a dream since childhood, which is to study for a master's degree in a prestigious university. All students who can go to graduate school will be envied by it indiscriminately, and envy will turn into bad latte; therefore, if anyone can be a graduate tutor, he will definitely worship him to death."
Kurosawa Jin looked back at him, his tone smooth and even, the ups and downs were smoothed out, no emotion could be seen:
"Are you so expecting me to go?"
Hojo Natsuki nodded quickly, put on an extremely sincere puppy expression, and took another sip of iced Americano.
A piece of ice stuck to his lips along with the coffee, and he simply held it between his teeth.
The other party looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Okay."
"… Really?"
“On some conditions.”
Hojo Natsuki said cautiously, "What conditions? ... A new shooting range?"
The silent air gradually became stagnant.
Kurosawa Jin did not respond directly but just stared at him playfully. His green eyes seemed to be frozen with a layer of cold fire, and his gaze slowly and stickily wandered over his outline.
Behind him was the bright light of the simulated shooting range, and he enveloped Xia Shu in his shadow.
Hojo Natsuki shuddered.
He subconsciously thought that the ice in his mouth was too cold—
The other person raised his hand and pinched his jaw, licked his teeth and tongue with the tip of his tongue, and rolled the ice over easily.
He used the tip of his teeth to bite the ice to pieces. The cracking sound was sharp and light, but it made his scalp numb for some reason.
Kurosawa Jin swallowed the piece of ice, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
He tilted his head and pecked Natsuki's lips lightly, just like Hojo Natsuki kissed him just now, and said in an ambiguous tone: "What do you think?"
(End of this chapter)