Gin likes me?

His eyes swept over the three gift bags that Uozuka Saburo placed on the sofa. Kurosawa Hotaru said nothing and prepared to leave first.

"Hey, big sister, don't be in such a hurry to leave. It's not time for you to rest yet."

He quickly stood up and grabbed Kurosawa Hotaru's arm. Uozuka Saburo smiled and supported her shoulders, pressing her to sit on his bed quite forcefully.

"Hehe, I also want to thank you, Big Sister, for helping me clean the dormitory."

Having noticed that the room was not dusty as if no one had lived in it for a long time, Uozuka Saburo knew that this must be the room that Kurosawa Hotaru helped him tidy up.

Apart from her, no one else could enter her room at will.

Smiling, he picked up one of the three gift bags and handed it to Kurosawa Hotaru.

"This is the gift I bought for you, Big Sister. It would be nice to have something to change into."

"Oh?" With slightly raised eyebrows, Kurosawa Hotaru looked at Uozuka Saburo with a half-smile, who didn't realize that he had said something wrong.

She already knew what was in the bag.

"Uozuka, how did you know that I had changed into the clothes you gave me?"

"Eh? Last time, Big Sister, you came to help kill someone, didn't you stay with me in the apartment for a night?"

"Really? I remember that night, I slept in my coat."

"... Well, when you sleep, turn over, etc., your clothes will always be a little wrinkled. I also touched a little bit, really just a little bit."

"I was able to recognize it was the underwear you bought after just a little bit of observation. It seems that Uozuka Saburo looked very carefully."

"I'm not... me."

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you, so don't be silly."

"Ah, hehe! I knew you wouldn't..."

"Did you see anything else?"

"Although it's just a little bit, I have to say, Big Sister, your collarbone is really nice, white and nice... Look... You can tell at a glance that you have a body that has been well-trained! No one else can compare to you!"

"Ah."

110: Are there any women in the organization who are not afraid of death?

"Death, it's really too deadly. How screwed up must I be to say something like that in front of the big sister!"

It was almost ten o'clock in the afternoon, but Uozuka Saburo was still lying on the bed as if he had lost all his vitality.

After he had said something almost tantamount to hooliganism to Kurosawa Hotaru yesterday in a crazy way, the contemptuous look and subtle smile on Kurosawa Hotaru's face had been hurting Uozuka Saburo's self-proclaimed upright heart.

How could he say something like "Your collarbone is so white and beautiful" to the girl he treated as his sister!

Negligence! It's really a complete negligence!

This morning, Saburo Uozuka got up early and did morning physical training with Kurosawa Hotaru.

During training, Saburo Uozuka had been carefully observing Kurosawa Hotaru's expression. When he found that she was no different from usual, he felt even more guilty.

What a nice girl! In order to avoid embarrassment, she pretended that nothing had happened.

Who said that our big sister is cold-hearted and unkind?

It's just the kind of luck that you didn't see!

only.

"Sure enough, the big sister is still a little angry."

Scratching his head in distress, Uozuka Saburo thought that Kurosawa Hotaru went to class today and did not force him to go with him, and he felt depressed.

However, he didn't have any better way to deal with this kind of thing.

I can't stop Kurosawa Hotaru and tell her that I have no interest in her sports bra or her collarbone?

This is a violation of Uozuka Saburo's own principles, and an insult to the trust between himself and Kurosawa Hotaru!

The key is.

Even if he had the nerve to say that, Kurosawa Hotaru wouldn't believe it!

"Oh, it's too difficult. Is this the trouble my younger sister will encounter when she grows up? I understand."

Shaking his head helplessly, looking at the clock on the wall, thinking that he couldn't continue to be lazy in bed and was about to get up, Saburo Uozuka suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Hmm? Ah, it's Mingmei, why are you here?"

"I heard that you're back, Uozuka-kun, so I came to see you."

Holding a lunch box in her hand and wearing casual clothes, looking youthful and beautiful, the lively and lovely Miyano Akemi stood in front of Uozuka Saburo's door, looking at him with a smile on her face.

"Brother Uozuka has been gone for a long time."

"Ah, this mission was a bit troublesome, but I'm back now, what? Did you miss me?"

After teasing Miyano Akemi, Uozuka Saburo moved aside and let Miyano Akemi enter the room and sit down.

"A little bit~ And it's not just me, Shiho also misses Uozuka-san~ She usually tells me 'that big bad guy hasn't come to play for a while'~"

"Heh, that little girl, I just like to tease her a bit, but she didn't even call me brother."

He pouted in dissatisfaction, but it was all pretend. Uozuka Saburo still liked Miyano Shiho, the clever little girl.

"Is this for me?"

After taking a can of drink from the small refrigerator in the room and handing it to Miyano Akemi, Uozuka Saburo turned his gaze to the lunch box that Miyano Akemi had placed on the table.

"Well, I feel bad for always asking Uozuka-san to bring us snacks, so I tried making some snacks myself. But I'm just starting to learn, so if the taste is not good, Uozuka-san, please don't blame me~"

Putting her hands together, Miyano Akemi begged for mercy cutely.

"Haha, I don't believe it. Girl, would you bring me something that doesn't taste good?"

Smiling, he opened the lunch box, picked up a piece of biscuit, and put it into his mouth naturally.

Mm, it tastes really good.

"Really, Uozuka-san doesn't understand at all. This is a cookie that represents the girl's love. Even if it's really unpalatable, Uozuka-san, you have to eat it."

Seeing that Uozuka Saburo was not cooperating with her at all, Miyano Akemi shook her head angrily, puffed up her cheeks like a little temper, and looked at Uozuka Saburo unwillingly.

"If you keep acting like this, no girl will like you in the future~"

"Who said that? You underestimate my character and charm."

Seeing that Miyano Akemi looked down on him like this, Uozuka Saburo couldn't help but retort.

"I have someone chasing me, and there is more than one person!~"

"Eh? Is there someone in the organization who is so fearless?" She widened her eyes in shock. This was the first time Miyano Akemi had heard of such words.

"What do you mean, why do you have to die if you like me?"

"Well, I think that if that girl can't beat Miss Kurosawa, she won't have a chance."

"...What does this have to do with Big Sister? Forget it, let's not talk about it."

After opening his mouth, Uozuka Saburo suddenly realized that he shouldn't have brought up this topic.

"By the way, Mingmei, I heard from the big sister that you came here to look for me when I was on a mission. Is there something going on?"

"Well, there are indeed some things I want to discuss with you, Brother Uozuka." Her eyes changed slightly. Faced with this topic suddenly brought up by Saburo Uozuka, Miyano Akemi hesitated for a moment, but finally admitted it.

"My words..."

"Dingling bell~"

"Ah, sorry, wait a moment Mingmei."

Nodding somewhat embarrassedly at Miyano Akemi, Uozuka Saburo took out his cell phone and saw the email message on it.

It was from Chisawa Hagiwara's number, and the content was very ambiguous.

But Uozuka Saburo knew that this was just an invitation from Hagiwara Chisawa to a meeting, and the ambiguity was just to avoid trouble.

Although today is a holiday, Uozuka Saburo doesn't know what the arrangements will be for the rest of the days.

There was no way. Although he wanted to hear Miyano Akemi finish her story, the opportunity was not to be missed. Uozuka Saburo could only find time to go to Hagiwara Chisuga first.

In response to this, Miyano Akemi also said that there was no problem, and that things on her side were not urgent, and that it was more important to let Uozuka Saburo take care of the things at hand first.

"Huh~ I'm here."

Sitting down opposite Hagiwara Chisuga, Uozuka Saburo was expecting the other party to bring him some good news.

but. . .

Does this woman dress better every time she meets me?

"I'm sorry, but this is the only way I can think of to contact you, Mr. Kurosawa."

Noticing the look in Uozuka Saburo's eyes as he looked at him, Hagiwara Chisaku's lips curled up for a moment before immediately retracting.

"It's okay. What you said is very appropriate. There's nothing to worry about. So, did you call me over this time because you discovered something?"

"Well, I have accomplished my mission, Mr. Kurosawa. I have found the person you wanted for you!"

111: Sure enough, he likes me

"Oh, really."

There was a look of surprise in his eyes. Originally, Uozuka Saburo thought that Hagiwara Chisu might get nothing. Even if there was a possibility of finding any information, it would take a lot of time.

It only took a week to gather the intelligence, and Uozuka Saburo felt that he had really underestimated Hagiwara Chisu.

Sure enough, it is impossible for a person who can rank among the top in the police academy to have poor abilities.

"Well, although it was a bit laborious, I still found out."

He chuckled and nodded, looking at Uozuka Saburo's surprised eyes, Hagiwara Chisawa was also very happy.

This was not only because he was happy that he had helped Saburo Uozuka, but also because he wanted to further confirm that his vision was correct and he had not misjudged the person.

Ever since he met Uozuka Saburo, Chisawa Hagiwara has implicitly brought up the topic of undercover police, whether in conversation with his school mentors or with his younger brothers, a group of annoying but capable junior classmates.

After learning more information from them, Chisu Hagiwara realized that it was actually a very dangerous thing for Uozuka Saburo to try to investigate the identity of an undercover agent he did not know.

But he still did it. Why? In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand it.

"As expected, even though he is doing such a dangerous undercover mission, Mr. Kurosawa is a kind person."

"You are not suspected."

Watching Hagiwara Chisuku take out a folded note from his pocket and hand it to him, Uozuka Saburo took it steadily.

Just as he was about to open it, Uozuka Saburo suddenly asked another question.

In his opinion, this was just a normal worry. This was an investigation into an undercover police agent who had already died. Given Chisu Hagiwara's current identity, this was something he should not be exposed to at all.

If anything wrong is discovered during the investigation, the people above will definitely take control and ask about the matter clearly.

"Hehe, please rest assured, Mr. Kurosawa, this investigation is very clever, so I won't be suspected."

The words of worry in Uozuka Saburo's eyes turned into concern in Hagiwara Chisawa's ears.

The smile on her face became softer and softer. Looking at the big boy in front of her who was not good at expressing his concern and always wanted to keep a distance from her because of his current status, Hagiwara Chisaku smiled so happily.

She felt that she was really lucky to have met Uozuka Saburo because of a dangerous accident.

"When I found out about that last name, the first thing I thought of was to check the student files at the police academy. Because a police officer who was assigned as an undercover must have excellent abilities. If he was also a student from the police academy, his grades should also be very good."

"And I am very lucky." Smiling and taking a sip of juice, Chisu Hagiwara talked about his experience in a good mood.

"Because my grades were very good, I came up with a plan and got involved in the police academy's annual file sorting for former students with the help of my instructor."

"This name is the one I found in that file!" Hagiwara Chisaku said proudly, pointing happily at the paper that Uozuka Saburo had spread out on the table.

"Akiba Yosaki." He repeated the name softly. Uozuka Saburo still needed more information to prove it.

And Hagiwara Chisu obviously knew this.