Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

"...What's my opinion?"

The gentleman spread his hands and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, shut up!"

The girls roared in unison.

The gentleman closed his mouth knowingly.

Just when the atmosphere between the two girls had reached its peak of tension, the sound of a rapid trot suddenly came from the distance.

It's Iroha.

The red fur ball was bouncing up and down in his sight. At that moment, it was like a life-saving straw in his eyes.

"You are finally back, Iroha-san, no... Iroha-sama. If this continues, they will tear down the house."

"……what happened?"

She ran over holding a large bundle of blueprints and blinked blankly as she watched the two girls confront each other with guns drawn, just like the filming scene of a gangster crime movie.

After a long time, Iroha forced out an awkward smile,

"Um, did I come at the wrong time..."

After saying that, she turned around and wanted to slip away, but her husband grabbed her by the collar with a smile.

"Don't even think about running away, Iroha-san, how can I bear the fire you made me bear alone?"

Chapter 051: Day 050·Naval Strategic Research Institute⑥

The development of the story is always unexpected.

Former partners, perhaps for some petty gain, would draw their swords against each other in the blink of an eye.

Once there is a common enemy, the former enemies will put down their weapons against each other, stand back to back, and face the enemy together with an attitude of mutual trust.

Things are so wonderful.

When Sandarang Baiko used her usual frank attitude and merciless words to expose the meek mask that Hifumi wore on her face, their relationship could be said to be that of rivals in love, who were extremely jealous when they met.

"Classmate Bai Zi, maybe I should teach you personally that there are some things you should not say in front of your husband."

Hifumi pressed the magazine in with skillful movements and looked at Bai Zi coldly.

"For example, you talk about doing it for everyone, but all you think about in your heart is for yourself?"

"you……!!"

Seeing that Hifumi's expression was extremely bad, the husband immediately pounced on her and grabbed her waist tightly to prevent her from running away.

Wandering among these girls who are full of sensual power and passion, and having to deal with their wild imaginations and ever-changing personal likes and dislikes at all times, the husband only felt his stomach twisting.

——Not to mention that there are many students from Gehenna watching.

The students of Gehena have always been happy to watch the excitement, and they have always done nothing but add insult to injury and add fuel to the fire.

"click" "click"

They all took out their mobile phones, and the sound of shutters was heard all of a sudden, and the flash lights were as bright as a red carpet at a movie award.

Everyone did not hide their naked gossip feelings, and they would die to watch this bloody drama of the four-corner relationship.

But then again, I can’t blame them.

Gossip news about Mr. has always been the most talked about and hottest topic in Kivotos.

The stories surrounding the girls surrounding Mr. were so sensational and explosive that the ending even turned into a war that swept through the two major schools of Holy Trinity and Ghenna.

Although the war between the two schools involves a game between multiple interests, the ebb and flow of forces cannot be easily manipulated by one or two people.

But at least in the eyes of Ghenna's students, war and gossip are absolutely inseparable.

Now that a live drama is taking place in front of their eyes, any reaction is worth looking forward to.

What's more, Gehena is a group of troublemakers. Even if you ask them to eat the melon with their lives, they will pick up the melon with a smile and gnaw it.

……

The commotion continues.

Iroha wanted to sneak away while her husband had no time to pay attention to her, but she found that it was not necessary.

As she took a step back toward the crowd, several students crowded up from behind, forming a loose barrier.

Then her husband's face became blurry in her field of vision.

The students who were watching the excitement were making noises, and countless pairs of eyes converged into spotlights, shining on the three people twisted into a ball in the center of the stage.

She suddenly felt lonely.

No matter where he is, he will be the center of attention.

And Iroha is just one of the many girls who care about him.

There is one thing she has never said to her husband——

Zao Iroha is actually a quite greedy girl.

They are just as greedy as Sand Wolf Shiroko, Hifumi and the others... no, even more greedy.

Her "non-argument" and her indifference are just disguises for her calmness.

And deep down in her heart, she knew that if she couldn't be her husband's only one, then she would rather stay with him ambiguously, neither far nor close, for the rest of her life, meeting as friends and ending up as friends.

"You're so energetic."

Looking at Sandarang Shiroko and Hifumi who were glaring at each other, Iroha sighed softly and prepared to push back through the crowd.

The crowds of people reflected the illusory light, and the warm eyes that were so familiar in her memories were now even further away from her.

When Iroha barely caught a glimpse of her husband's current face through the gaps between the changing figures, she seemed to be struck by lightning.

Iroha's first reaction was that he was old.

This is a natural thing.

Once the pressure on a person exceeds a certain limit, aging is urging you like a drum that can't stop. The string of life is tightened, the light and soft notes disappear, and are replaced by hoarse and rapid noises that mark the face. A series of tangible wrinkles.

Sir, it turns out that you will grow old too.

People always have unrealistic romantic fantasies about public figures, thinking that they will always be as radiant and victorious as they were when they were young.

Especially for trustworthy elders, I always hope that they can open their arms to hold up the sky, be solid, reliable, and shine.

Until one day the chicks can cope with the wind and rain, they will be forgotten and allowed to grow old suddenly.

But Mr. is really old.

The young and strong body has been reduced to a frame, but it is still struggling to maintain itself.Thin lines are like growth rings, spreading in the eye sockets inexplicably.

There are also silver-white fragments of hair lurking in his jet-black hair from time to time.

Iroha suddenly realized that his lips had already turned purple.

The teacher in her eyes was tired and frustrated, but still determined.

And what about her?

Unknowingly, she still regards him as her last guarantee. Even if she plays a little cunning as before, it doesn't matter, because the gentleman she likes - the man she likes so much that she often teases him will always help her settle everything. I will always accept her with tolerance.

When his thoughts reached this point, Iroha felt that his heart felt like it was tied up with a rope, and it was painful.

Her gaze no longer hesitated,

The starting gun in her arms was held tightly in her hand and raised to the sky.

"boom!"

The fiery light and sharp sound of the flare made the whole place fall silent instantly.

"Stop arguing, you two."

Holding the still smoking starting gun in his hand, Iroha looked at Shiroko and Hifumi who had stopped moving, and gave them an embarrassing smile.

"Admit it, admit our selfishness, and there is still the possibility of progress. Otherwise, do we really want to continue messing around in this place?"

Chapter 051: Day 050·Naval Strategic Research Institute⑦

Iroha exhaled softly, blowing away a plume of smoke from the gun.

Are the reflections of Iroha in those two people's eyes as arrogant, arrogant, and restless as she imagined?

If so, that would be great.

Because everyone is the same.

For all students who like their husband, their inner feelings are the same.

She saw the bloodshot eyes under Bai Zi's eyes, and also saw the frown on Hifumi's brows that she was used to.

Like soldiers who have lost their commanders, they have no combat goals, no faith and will, and are empty in their hands and hearts.

It was as if he were falling towards the bottomless abyss, not caring about the acceleration of gravity or whether he would fall to pieces. There was only the wind whistling past his ears and the feeling of weightlessness that permeated his whole body.

It's the same pain that connects them.

This situation made Iroha burst into laughter.

If human beings can only understand each other by sharing the same pain, then it would be too... black humor.

"But, never mind him."

Iroha smiled, relieved.

Since everyone is equally worthless, why should I hide it?

Only by speaking out can problems be solved.Playing the Riddler every day will never end well.

"Bai Zi-san." She spoke first.

The wolf ears on Bai Zi's head immediately stood up.

Bai Zi is taller than Iroha, but when the two people make eye contact, Bai Zi is no longer indifferent, but worried and a hint of despair.

"Anyway, let's take a look at my design drawings first."

The petite chariot commander poured the drawings held in his right arm onto the workbench and spread them out flat.

The gentleman glanced at it accidentally and could not look away again.

"What an exaggerated design."

Even the gentleman couldn't help but swallow.

If you want to talk about how outrageous it is, the thing drawn on the drawing Iroha took out is more than ten times that of Shirako.

The drawings presented in front of the three of them could no longer be considered a piece of power armor.

First up, there are three super large missile pods - because their capacity is too huge, small mechanical arms have to be attached to the power armor to throw these things that are close to 'containers' in size...

Under the missile pod, there are twin triple plasma cannons and a large plasma cannon with a 20-meter-long drainage tube.

These horrifying weapons are stacked under the missile pod in an almost illegal architectural manner. Such a fragile balance adds a strange beauty to the design.

As for the 40mm assault Vulcan cannon on the head of the power armor, and the beam swords attached to the mechanical arms on both sides... even if they are just secondary weapons, they are of unimaginable size.

This kind of body is like a monster... no, it is the embodiment of the word "monster". Anyone with a little knowledge of military affairs will have nightmares just by looking at it...

"Isn't it ridiculous?"

Iroha sneered and talked to himself.

"Bai Zi-san, maybe you will ask me, why do I still have the nerve to laugh at your ideas when the things I designed are obviously ten times more outrageous than yours... or something like that?"

Bai Zi didn't answer.

All that was left at the table was Iroha's self-deprecating laughter.

The teacher reached out his hand and gently held Iroha's shoulder.

He was surprised to find that the feeling coming from his palm was that Iroha's body was trembling slightly...

Combined with the design on the drawing, Mr. immediately understood——