"It's a novel angle, and you're the first to suggest it to me."

The corners of Katsumi Uehara's mouth rose as he looked at her with interest.

Miwako Zuoto, who was about to close the door, pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm 28 years old this year, not 18, ok?" ”

If you haven't seen a pig run, have you ever eaten pork?

"It's my fault that I underestimated you."

Apologizing unapologetically, Katsumi Uehara watched the door of the fitting room close, tilting his head slightly and glancing at the handcuffs that he could break free at will, his eyes full of smiles.

The key was taken away, but Miwako Sato didn't press it down at all, leaving him room to operate.

After all, this is in public, and although there are no guests at this point, there are five waiters. In case someone comes up, Katsumi Uehara can quickly pull his hand out of the handcuffs and pretend that nothing happened.

In the fitting room, Miwako Sato, who closed the door, glanced at the dress that she had brought in, where was the calm demeanor before-

He patted the sides of his cheeks with both hands and took several deep breaths.

"Hoo ......"

Damn it! What did I say!

Sitting on the sofa in the locker room, Miwako, who raised her right hand, and subconsciously pressed the back of her hand on her forehead, raised her head and closed her eyes.

After a while, his hands directly kneaded his hair into a mess-

The messy ends of the hair are irregularly scattered, adding a different kind of beauty to the full-length mirror.

Suddenly, the phone in her pocket rang.

The woman, who thought it was a temporary eucalyptus to deal with, hurriedly took her mobile phone out of her trouser pocket, but the note that greeted her was the name of the man outside the door.

“……

"Hello? Can I help you? ”

Pressing the answer button in a false alarm, Miwako Sato asked angrily.

"No, just a reminder that you don't forget to tell your aunt that you will be late when you come home in the evening, good girl."

Just a door away, she could even hear his voice coming in directly from outside the door.

“……”

Looking down at the mobile phone that was on the call, the corners of Mikazu Zuoto's mouth twitched: "I thought you would tell my mother." ”

"You can only say that for yourself, can't you?"

The call hung up, and Miwako Zuoto, who was sitting on the sofa, pursed her lips, and while kicking off her shoes with her feet staggered, the message she sent to her mother was deleted and deleted-

In the end, it was simply condensed into the most concise sentence: [Work overtime tonight. 】

The standard shirt and hip skirt slowly faded, and looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Miwako Sato quickly changed into the burgundy slanted shoulder evening dress.

The height of the bare feet is one meter and the height is in the early sevens, with just the right amount of plumpness and a thin waist, and the only fly in the ointment is that the hair looks a little messy.

She played with her hands in the mirror and played with the ends of her hair, and the tightness of the evening dress that accentuated the lines made her twist her body a little uncomfortably.

Since she was a child, she rarely wore this type of skirt, and she was a little uncomfortable.

"Hmmm......"

After a brief haircut, Miwako Sato looked at herself in the mirror, who could be called a big change, and her eyes immediately fell on her feet in short white socks.

It's a bit not very compatible, and it's more eye-catching.

"Uehara, what do you have about—"

Pulling open the door of the fitting room, Miwako Zuoto, who was stepping barefoot on the carpet, just walked out, and the first thing that caught her eye was the appearance of Katsumi Uehara sitting next to a plastic model and playing with her mobile phone.

Katsumi Uehara, who heard the voice, raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up-

The fishtail dress with a tight effect perfectly outlines the beauty of women, and there is no other fancy design except for the slanted shoulders, which highlights the main body of Miwako Sato;

The slender legs fit the hem of the skirt perfectly, probably because of the discomfort, and the white toes are slightly nervous on the off-white carpet.

"Perfect."

Katsumi Uehara admired from the bottom of his heart.

Miwako Zuoto couldn't help but take a few steps when she heard this: "A pair of shoes are missing." ”

"The leg shape is beautiful, pointed-toe stilettos, and Roman stilettos with cross-straps can be tried. In terms of lacquer, black lacquer is the best, and red and black will be very eye-catching.

"If you don't like it, you can change beige or nude."

Katsumi Uehara snuggled at the three pairs of high heels placed beside him, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, the most important thing now is that you untie the handcuffs for me first, my hands are almost numb." ”

"Just in case, I think you'd better just do it."

Miwako Sato gave him a blank look, bent down and picked up the pair of beige pointed-toe stilettos, and put them on his feet under the man's gaze.

"How? Is it good-looking? ”

Katsumi Uehara rubbed his chin with one hand and admired: "That's not just beautiful to describe. ”

"That's it, has the manager of this store arrived? I asked him how much the rent was. ”

"In fact, if you're willing to be a model, I can give you this dress for free as a promised deposit, beautiful lady."

As soon as Miwako Zuoto's words fell, a more vicissitudes of voice came from the staircase on the second floor. A black suit and vest with a white shirt, an old man with a sense of luxury in the simplest black and white immediately came into view.

His medium-long hair dyed silver was tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, and his face smiled kindly when he took off his sunglasses: "Or let our superstar model for me." ”

The finger with the extremely obvious folds of skin pointed at the man sitting on the side, whose eyes rolled wildly, and the words that came from the old man's mouth surprised Miwako Sato.

"Are you...... Mr. Shinnosuke Furuta? ”

She was surprised: "Hello, Miwako Sato. ”

"Just call me Gutian, if you can call me an old man like Katsuki, then I'll be happier." Shinnosuke Furuta smiled kindly, and his eyes immediately fell on the arm of the model model.

"The First Evolution"

Miwako Zuoto, who reacted suddenly, was shocked, and hurriedly turned her head, but found that Katsumi Uehara's hand had broken free from the handcuffs at some point-

"I'm not interested in being a model, old man, dead heart. And I'm the Metropolitan Police Department's rising star now, and the appearance fee is very expensive. ”

The man who turned the handcuffs pouted disdainfully: "If you want to prostitute a model for nothing, just say it, there is no need to beat around the bush." ”

"You can't be more enthusiastic about me after seeing each other for so long?"

"Passionate about you? What did you say when you tricked me into shooting that magazine? Uehara Katsumi, who heard this, glanced at him: "Because you and I am now being held by someone, do you know that I am being called a beautiful boy every day?" ”

Miwako Zuoto, who wanted to speak on the side, blinked, closed her mouth instantly, and listened to the gossip quietly.

"I'm not lying to you, it's you who want to make a quick buck. Besides, if I hadn't given you two special training temporarily, I really thought that your three-legged cat would have won the championship in a few moments? ”

"Without you, I'm a champion too." Katsumi Uehara craned his neck and glared at him.

"Fart! The consequence without me is that after you shoot that magazine, that company goes out of business! The old man lost his previous elegance, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Come on, don't put gold on your face."

Katsumi Uehara, who scoffed at this statement, turned his head to look at the woman next to him: "The head manager is here, but the rent can't be rented, this old man is very stingy, let's change it." ”

"Huh?"

Miwako Zuoto, who was still taking this opportunity to learn about her partner's past, was watching it with relish, and was stunned when she heard the words.

"Heh, I don't know who the stingy one is. It's just a set of clothes, and what if I just give it to her? Not like someone, even-"

"It's a word, and I'll pack it later."

"Don't play word games with me here." The old man, who saw through this child's trick at a glance, snorted coldly: "It's not that I don't give it away." ”

"No, that, Mr. Furuta, I just want to rent a dress." Miwako Sato, who heard this, hurriedly spoke out to stop her.

How did this noisy clothes change for her.

In total, I went to such a Suzuki Foundation celebration, and I wore clothes once, which was completely unnecessary.

"Look at the others."

The old man shook his head: "It's okay, child, this dress is just a gift for you." The next time you get married, I'll ask my wife to design a wedding dress for you herself. ”

——？！

"Uh, that, Mr. Furuta, you may have misunderstood, between me and Uehara, we ......" Miwako Sato, who ate melons and ate her head, hurriedly spoke, and couldn't say a reason for a while, and hurriedly turned to her partner with her elbow.

"Don't worry, the old man is just talking."

Katsumi Uehara pursed her lips, signaling that she didn't have to care-

The next second, his phone suddenly rang.

Katsumi Uehara, who saw the name of the remarks, changed his face vaguely, "Zuo Teng, you go through the rental procedures first, and I'll answer the phone." ”

“？”

Miwako Sato, who didn't know why, looked at his back as he left in a hurry, frowning slightly.

"It should be my son who called, he is the manager of this store."

The old man on the side regained his grace and demeanor, and said suddenly: "If nothing else, he should have called to tell Katsumi that I was coming." ”

"Calling?"

Miwako Sato blinked: "I take the liberty to ask, Mr. Furuta, ...... between you and Uehara."

"That's how we get along, it's been more than 10 years, and we don't have to care."

The old man waved his hand and said happily: "I discovered his potential when I was in the middle school, so I just wanted to lead him to the Tao." ”

"Kunichu?"

"He and my son are classmates, and this kid has been quite assertive since he was a child."

Speaking of this, the old man, as if he had thought of something interesting, chuckled: "You may not believe it, this kid originally wanted to be a football player. ”

Miwako Sato, who heard this, was a little curious: "Football player? Didn't he pass the trial at the professional club? ”

"His motor nerve response and physical fitness are very good, and he should have been stable, but unfortunately in his sophomore year of high school, he injured his right ankle due to a group fight, and he remembered that he had eight stitches on the back of his left foot.

"I heard that if it weren't for the fact that someone passing by noticed the movement here at that time, regardless of the danger of being beaten, he took out his mobile phone to call the police, I'm afraid he would have been injured more than that."

The old man shook his head: "This kid is also optimistic, I thought he would be lost for a long time. ”

“……”

The corners of Miwako's eyes twitched a few times vaguely: "So he has always had injuries to his feet?" ”

"According to Kunihiko, that's why he gave up on the idea of being a footballer."

"Kunihiko?"

"A good friend he met in high school, and Kunihiko Kawa. If you've read that magazine, you've probably seen him too. ”

Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows, and the memory in her mind suddenly returned to that night.

"I don't have that kind of friend, I've already cut it, don't mislead people here."

Katsumi Uehara, who didn't know what he said on the phone, was a little refreshed when he came back, and he couldn't help but retort when he heard the words: "I haven't seen that fool in a year." ”

"If he's here, the two of you are going to have another fight."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "Okay, I, the old man, won't bother you two young people, and I'll be relieved to see that you can still be alive." ”

"Leaving again?" Katsumi Uehara had a look of surprise on his face.

"I'm going to fly to Milan soon, you say. If I hadn't come back the day before yesterday and saw the news, I wouldn't have known that something so big had happened to you, and you have a lot of ability, right, this kind of thing has to be hidden from me and Mieko. ”

As soon as he said this, the old man's tone was full of sincere dissatisfaction.

Katsumi Uehara, who was in charge, could only bow his head and be scolded.

This is the first time Miwako Sato has seen him so low-browed.

"You and this Mr. Furuta seem to have a good relationship?"

"How to put it, he is one of the donors of the welfare home I used to grow up in, and although he is a little stubborn at times, he is generally a good old man."

After watching the old man leave, Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders and said, "But sometimes you can't fully believe what he says, so you have to pay attention to this." ”

"Can I understand that you're looking for a catch?"

"Yes—"

Pursing his lips, Katsumi Uehara sighed and said, "Okay, listen, Kunihiko Kazukawa and I used to be good friends, but because of one thing, I fell out with him, so I didn't bother to mention him to you."

"If nothing else, I won't have anything to do with him in my life."

"So serious?" Miwako Sato was surprised.

"How so...... It's a complicated matter, and it's simply that he's jealous of me. ”

"Jealousy?"

"You know, I'm so good."

Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders, demeaning people while not forgetting to put gold on his face: "The woman's relationship is so good, it can almost be said that it is the public enemy of many unmarried men, and there are naturally many people who are jealous of me." ”

Miwako Sato glanced at him: "So, you robbed his girlfriend?" Or does the woman he likes like you?

"What can turn men and brothers against each other is generally either money or women."

Miwako Sato looked at him playfully: "Of your 11 ex-girlfriends, shouldn't one of them happen to be someone he likes?" ”

"In my junior year, I rejected a woman's confession, and since then I've been strangers to him."

Katsumi Uehara pursed his lips: "I only found out about this after I arrived at the police academy, because the woman confessed to me again during the police academy."

So I think he's just jealous of my popularity. ”

Katsumi Uehara's eyes were full of displeasure: "If it weren't for the fact that he also helped me fight before, I wouldn't have just put him in a sack that time at the police academy." ”

Miwako Sato said noncommittally: "Retribution for messing with flowers." ”

"I didn't provoke her."

Hearing this, Katsumi Uehara couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Don't you know how scary that woman is behind her back, and the tracking technology she learned in the police academy can still be used on me, are you panicking when you meet this kind of person?" ”

“？？？”

Miwako Sato was shocked.

What kind of plot is this unfolding.

"And then?"

"Later, there was no follow-up, she probably retreated in the face of difficulties, and never provoked me again, and after graduation, Kunihiko Kagawa got his wish and was assigned to the same department as her."

Katsumi Uehara, who was picking his nails and blowing a sigh, said indifferently: "Yumi Miyamoto should have told you that I also had news that I was not idle during my police academy, and it was her." ”

"You have a pretty good idea of what you think of yourself."

"This is not called counting, this is called door clearing. I will admit what I have done, but I will not admit what I have not done.

"There are so many scandals, what if it affects my love, right?"

Miwako Zuoto gave him a blank look: "Whoever wants to fall in love with you has to weigh it more to make sure that he doesn't become the 12th person." ”

"You know what, Zuoto."

Katsumi Uehara turned his head to look at himself in the mirror and smiled, "On the football field, there has always been a saying about the best 12 people.

"Moreover, compared to the starting eleven who come and go, this 12th talent is the key to the survival of football clubs in this society."

“……”

Miwako Sato blinked knowingly: "I'll go change clothes." ”

"Hmm."

Watching the woman's swaying back leave, Katsumi Uehara, who hummed a little tune, took out the gum box from his pocket, flew two grains into his mouth and chewed them.