Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

Turn your face when you say it...

"I drink it, I drink it!"

He snatched the cup and gulped down the potion.

I pursed my lips. I drank too quickly and couldn't taste the flavor.

But it feels just like that, not bad at all.

"I have taken this medicine several times myself, but my physical condition is too weak and the measured data is useless, so I thought of finding a few helpers."

'But I haven't found it yet.'

"How can a normal person drink something suspicious like that..."

Watching him drink the potion, Wu Jianmiao's expression calmed down, and he even had the leisure to straighten his clothes.

That medicine is very safe, at most it tastes a little weird and has some severe temporary side effects.

But after a little stimulation, he drank it. Boys of this age are really smart...

"And then?" Mitsui Tsubasa didn't feel anything unusual.

Wu Jianmiao stared at him with an indescribable look. If it weren't for that pretty face, this look would really make people feel scared.

It's like observing experimental animals...

"The strength of your physical condition will affect the time it takes for the drug to take effect. You just sit on the bed and wait for a few minutes."

Mitsui Tsubasa waited obediently for a few minutes, feeling very uneasy.

I am obviously the client, so why should I be a guinea pig for drug testing?

He must have been blinded by the beauty.

But this is a common problem among men and it is not shameful.

If everyone is sick, it means that no one is sick, and everyone is happy.

After waiting for a while, my stomach started to growl and a foul taste filled my mouth.

Natto... no, it's ten times stinkier than that. If I really have to compare it to something, it's on the same level as canned herrings!

With Takemiya beside him, Mitsui Tsubasa was too embarrassed to speak, for fear of affecting his image.

But the taste lingered in his mouth, making him want to vomit.

My head started to feel dizzy and my vision became blurry.

Mitsui Tsubasa tried his best to endure the discomfort and used the strong will he had cultivated in the image space to resist this torture.

After about ten minutes, he began to feel a little relief, and the effect of the medicine seemed to be starting to weaken.

"You didn't faint!" Wu Jian walked a few steps closer in disbelief, squatted in front of him, and looked at him in surprise.

“Could he really be a professional athlete?”

Mitsui Tsubasa glanced at her and was too lazy to speak.

"The timing is perfect, let's start the physical examination!" Wu Jianmiao showed an excited look on his face, with a crescent shape at the corner of his mouth.

Looks more like a cat...

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her quietly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

All kinds of unprecedented instruments were pushed out from behind the partition curtain.

Some of them looked dangerous, not like the equipment used in regular medical treatment. Mitsui Tsubasa's eyebrows twitched, feeling a little uneasy.

Wu Jianmiao put on medical gloves and comforted him in an unusually gentle tone: "These tests will not cause any harm to your body. Just lie down and rest for a while."

After hearing this, Mitsui Tsubasa had no choice but to lie down as he was told.

Is it finally over?

Feeling relaxed, he fell asleep.

……

"Hmm...it turns out this dosage has the opposite effect..."

"This ingredient doesn't participate in the reaction..."

"I see. The previous data has always been wrong."

"This is how we can build a model. Let’s try it next time..."

Mitsui Tsubasa heard Takemiya mumbling to himself in a daze, and he supported himself on the hospital bed and sat up.

"You're awake. Do you feel better?" Wu Jianmiao turned around his chair and asked with concern.

"It's okay now." Mitsui Tsubasa felt it and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. You just slept for 20 minutes. It's a normal reaction." She made a few notes on the notebook and waved her hand leisurely. "Thanks to you, we collected very good data. The new drug will definitely go smoothly."

"You can stop here today. You should come next Sunday in the morning. I should be able to give you some new medicine by then."

"Please take care of me in the future."

She stood up and politely gestured to see the guest off.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at her and said nothing.

"Is there anything else?"

"Think about it again?" Mitsui Tsubasa held his forehead and sighed.

Wu Jianmiao looked at him blankly, unconsciously turning the ballpoint pen around in his right hand.

After a long while, she suddenly realized: "Oh, right...I almost forgot about the investor."

Not close.

I really forgot.

Experimental data is much more interesting than commercial investment...

Mitsui Tsubasa said unhappily, "I'll find a subordinate who understands business to draw up a contract. If there's time, I'll bring it to you next week. We'll discuss the details then."

Wu Jianmiao nodded silently, and his prejudice against him changed slightly.

Chapter 15 Conspiracy or accident?

Mitsui Tsubasa walked into the elevator carrying a bag full of medicine.

I breathed a sigh of relief, as today's task was finally half completed.

After a series of consultations, examinations, negotiations and tests, and even two naps, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Fortunately, no other patients came in during this period, otherwise they would have become impatient waiting.

"Ding."

As the elevator door slowly opened, what came into view was a tall and sturdy figure, whose back was so tall and straight that even the midday sun was completely blocked.

"Little Lord."

The owner of the figure turned around, bowed slightly to Mitsui Tsubasa, and stepped aside.

Not far from him stood two strangers, a man and a woman, who seemed to be waiting in line.

Perhaps it was because the bodyguard, who was over 1.9 meters tall, was too intimidating. They only dared to watch from afar and did not dare to say anything even though they looked anxious.

It turned out that there were customers not because they were absent, but because they were stopped by the bodyguards.

Protecting the privacy of those in higher positions is also part of a bodyguard’s duties.

Mitsui Tsubasa did not say much about this. From his point of view, the other party did a good job.

"Let's go, Kotetsu," he nodded in response.

The tall and burly bodyguard followed silently.

Following closely like a shadow.

Wu Jian Clinic is not far from Lu Brown. Walk out of the alley and go straight along the sidewalk for a few dozen meters, and you will see the narrow alley.

"Kotetsu, I'm going to Lublan to have lunch. You and your people should find a place to rest." Mitsui Tsubasa casually ordered.

"Yes, my lord."

The bodyguard stopped following, but did not leave either. Instead, he stood guard at the entrance to the alley.

Mitsui Tsubasa ignored him and walked straight towards Lublanc.

"Boss, I'm here again." He greeted in a familiar manner, raised his eyes and sat back in the same seat as last time.

"Oh, it's you." Sojiro waved his hand with a smile, "Didn't you come here yesterday? Are you fascinated by the curry here?"

"Yes, it's very delicious." Mitsui Tsubasa complimented sincerely.

"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment."

Sojiro showed joy and proudly pointed to the curry rice model in the display cabinet: "This is an exclusive secret recipe that I developed myself and asked a friend to improve. You can't eat it anywhere else."

"Many people want to buy out this formula after trying it. Well, they wish."

"What do you want to eat today?"

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at the menu, which listed a variety of curries and coffee from different origins.

As he looked at them, he felt like he was going to have a hard time making a decision. He pointed casually and said, "Please give me a bowl of hell curry, with more spiciness, and a cup of highly sweetened coffee."

"Okay." Sojiro put down his phone and walked to the counter. "The spiciness of the hell curry is at the expert level. Don't worry, I'll give you some extra rice."

Sojiro looked up again, carefully sized up Mitsui Tsubasa, nodded with satisfaction and praised: "You look really healthy and energetic, this is what young people should look like. I wish my daughter could be as lively as you."

Mitsui Tsubasa perked up after hearing this.

Isn't Sojiro's daughter Sakura Futaba?

I didn't expect him to bring up this topic on his own initiative. Could it be because of the change in the timeline...

Sakura Futaba one and a half years before the original plot.

good chance.

He quickly followed up the topic: "Is the boss's daughter also in high school? Or is she already in college?"

"She's not that old yet. She's probably...a middle school student."

"That's great! It's the cutest age."

"Yes, she is a lovely and smart daughter...but she is very shy and likes to be alone. Recently, she is less and less willing to go out." Sojiro's voice was full of unconcealable affection, but his eyes revealed a hint of loneliness.

All these subtle changes in emotions were noticed by Mitsui Tsubasa.

Sakura Sojiro and Isshiki Wakaba are indeed a tragic couple. They could have been together and lived a happy life, but unfortunately they were separated by Shido Masayoshi.

Even Isshiki Wakaba's daughter Futaba suffered from the psychological trauma of her mother's death.

I just don’t know whether her mental condition has improved or become more serious at this point in time.

However, "not fond of going out" at least means that she still goes out of the house occasionally...

It has been decided that when I get back I will find someone to keep an eye on Sojiro's house, and if Futaba is found out, immediately notify him.

Then he rushed over to 'encounter'.

Thinking of this, he comforted her gently: "Social phobia is as common among students as hay fever. Give her more time and accompany her more, and she will get better slowly."

"Hmm..." Sojiro looked at him in surprise, seeming quite surprised, "For someone your age, you are quite good at comforting people. Keep it up, you will be popular with the opposite sex."

Thinking of Isshiki Wakaba, Sojiro lost interest in chatting and focused on cooking.

Mitsui Tsubasa casually took out his cell phone and began to casually browse today's news headlines.

"So, what do you think about the subway derailment accident last Thursday night, Mr. Yamazaki?"

A line of conversation suddenly caught Mitsui Tsubasa's attention.