Chapter XI

The pale yellow sugar balls landed on the hand-woven gray wool carpet, and the slightest trace of blood was conspicuous.

He didn't have time to remember the taste, the touch, or the vivid expression on the teacher's always cold face, and the action of apology froze. He got up and got down on one knee on the carpet, trying to see the wound in Kawashima Ezaki's mouth.

"Where did the bite go?"

Kawashima Ezaki had a fishy sweet taste in his mouth, as well as the sweet and sour lemon candy balls, his brows were frowning, and his mood looked terrible.

"I don't know."

"That. Shall I take a look? ”

Okay, too.

The young man opened his mouth to show him.

The red and soft mouth is wet, the white teeth are particularly neat, the tip of the tongue is a little restless, and the small movements are there, exuding a light lemon fragrance.

The black-skinned police academy student rolled his throat.

The gray-blue eyes that were covered by the eyelashes darkened a lot, and the voice reminded dryly.

"Teacher, don't move your tongue, I can't see clearly."

Kawashima Ezaki felt troublesome and knew that it was better to go to the bathroom to see it himself, but it had come to this point, and he couldn't speak with his mouth open, so he had to make a long "um" sound at the end.

Zero scanned the teacher's mouth carefully, only to see a wound on the right cheek.

It's not big, but it's still bleeding.

"I'm going to pour ice water."

"Oh." Kawashima Esaki is indispensable.

Soon, Falling Valley Zero came over with a glass of pure water floating with ice cubes.

Kawashima Ezaki stretched out his hand to take it, stopped the bleeding with ice water, and watched cross-legged as Tsuiya squatted in front of the sofa, picked up the candy from the carpet and threw it into the trash, and then wiped off the slimy syrup with a damp cloth.

Expensive handmade wool carpets, and it doesn't hurt at all to spit sugar.

But when they thought that this was the work of a teacher who had no concept of saving money, the police academy students felt that it was reasonable.

To make money is to be spent?

How to boost economic growth without spending money.

He said that he would work hard to make money in the future and would not stop his teacher from contributing to the country's GDP growth.

If the system that is still surfing happily in the forum knows the idea of falling valley zero, it will probably say with a confused face: You (?)

So that's why you worked four jobs?

Don't be too ridiculous!

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Kawashima Esaki swallowed the ice water for a while, felt that it was almost over, and ran to the bathroom to vomit it out.

After such a toss, he also forgot to settle accounts with the "culprit" who almost crushed him to death. Zero wanted to check if he continued to bleed, but was rushed back to the kitchen by the young teacher on the grounds of "what is there to look at if there is a small injury, hurry up and cook, the cats are hungry, and I am hungry too".

Then, I was told that I would eat relatively light tonight.

"Huh? Didn't you say you wanted to eat beef pot before you came? "The two have been in contact with each other on their mobile phones quite a lot lately.

"I've promised to eat rice, Zero, and warn you, don't be ignorant. Just hit me on the head, and hit me on the mouth, I haven't even settled accounts with you. ”

The angry teacher blocked the black-skinned police academy student who was taller than him by the pool, "There is a rule in the school rules that you can't offend the teacher, right?" ”

The latter couldn't get the apron, and raised his hands with a helpless expression.

"But the wound in the mouth should be a little careful about diet, it will not be good if it becomes a traumatic ulcer, and it will hurt for many days."

Kawashima Esaki couldn't figure out what the two were necessarily related.

If it hurts, let it hurt.

"So what?"

"So I'll do it in a few days."

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

Falling Valley Zero suddenly remembered that there was still a task to be completed on the teacher: "...... What time? ”

"Tickets for ten in the morning."

Ticket?

Zero took this information to heart, he was very worried about Kawashima's safety, and he was afraid that when he returned, he would forget about him as a dispensable person.

As a genius, there must be no shortage of excellent people around the teacher.

And what is it for himself.

It's so mediocre that no one even comes into contact with the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Then wait for the teacher to come back."

“。”

What kind of is this kid talking about, just eating a beef pot, and he has to wait for the mission to come back?

Kawashima Ezaki expressed his incomprehension and wondered if Zero was deliberately manipulating him. Although he was the one who did it first, he was the one who hurt the person in the end, right?

Falling Valley Zero does have some kind of thought.

But it's not the same thing as Kawashima Esaki thinking about it at all.

He just thought that he didn't meet the teacher's request this time, and according to the teacher's grudge-holding character, he would probably think of today's events every time he ate beef in the future, and then get angry with him.

Even angry emotions are much better than completely forgetting.

"When the teacher comes back from the mission, you must remember to ask me to cash in, and my phone number will never change."

"What kind of kindergarten agreement, do you want to help you find a wife by the way-"

The young man's eyelids were shrugged, and he looked at each other weakly. Because of the height difference, Kawashima's crow-colored pupils are slightly upward, with a little upward angle, revealing more of the whites of his lower eyes, and he will look more gloomy and dumb.

Kawashima continued, "No, blacklist, goodbye." ”

Falling Valley Zero was cute to death by the teacher, learning to speak to him, "I, cat, one by two." ”

Kawashima Esaki: "......"

Kawashima Esaki: D

The system was full of food and drink, and as soon as it came out, I saw the two of them facing each other.

One had a stinky face, the other raised his hand as if he surrendered, and his upper body was forced by Kawashima Ezaki to shrink back. The police academy student seems to be quite difficult to handle, but in fact, as long as the teacher coaxes and gives him a promise whether it is true or not, he can make him obedient.

The system was helpless, "Why bother, can't you just say a few good words?" ”

"Huh."

Why do you want him to coax Gu Zero?

If it weren't for the fact that there were too few reliable people, if it wasn't for the fact that he was going to get the news tomorrow and connect with the people of the mysterious organization, he would have disappeared from his field of vision, and he would dare to hold the cat hostage here to make the teacher?

The young man who had changed the shape of the gradient silver wolf tail squinted, and his back was sweating when he saw it, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.

The two were so close that the black-skinned student could even feel the shallow breath brushing the corners of his mouth.

“……”

“…………”

Zero turned his face sideways with an unnatural expression.

Kawashima, who had been stalemate for a while, staring for a long time without waiting for the students to succumb, took two steps back.

This is no longer about beef pot, this is the first time he has backed down in front of someone since he came to this world.

Kawashima personally took the childish pink bear print apron next to him, unfolded it, and signaled that the valley was coming over, and the corners of his soft mouth were slightly pursed, obviously suppressing his temper.

"You've won this time."

"Take care of my rebel, Zero, or you'll be finished."

Falling Gu Ling saw his face reflected in the teacher's eyes, and his heart overflowed beyond words, "Hmm." ”

The student willingly lowered his head and asked the teacher to put the apron around his neck, then reached out to wrap his waist around his waist and tied a scribbled bow at the back.

It's a hug that doesn't count as a hug.

Kawashima Ezaki didn't think about it at all, and patted Tsukitani's arm and walked out of the kitchen.

He never looked back.

Naturally, I couldn't see the reddened face of the black-skinned student, and the out-of-control expression against his lips, trying to control the corners of his mouth.

-

The next day.

The weather is fine, the breeze is light, and the light golden sun of July shines on people.

It was exactly half past nine in the morning, and passengers were already crowded with the Tokyo platform.

The Fukuchi train will depart at 10 a.m., and this train is special in that there are no stops along the way, only the starting station Tokyo and the final station Osaka, the whole journey is about 550 kilometers and takes a total of two and a half hours.

The Fukuchi Train is an intercity train that connects Japan's largest and second largest cities once a day, making it friendly to both business and business travelers.

"Mom, why hasn't Dad come yet?"

In the crowd, the boy looked up and asked his mother, who was holding hands.

He was about six or seven years old, wore a striking orange-yellow hat, and carried a translucent frog bag full of snacks and drinks for his travels, as well as a travel route map for the Osaka Prefecture castle tower.

The woman squatted down, and the very gentle boy wiped his face, "Xiaobo, Dad can't come, something happened to the company, and I can't pull away for a while." ”

"It's the same with your mother here, isn't it?"

The boy named Xiaobo pursed his lips angrily and pulled the woman outside.

"It's different, it's not a family, it's different."

The woman didn't move, shaking her head, "...... Dad has been working hard in order to make Xiaobo have fun, if Xiaobo is not happy, won't he live up to Dad's wishes? ”

"Let's draw the scenery and share it with our dad when we go back."

The boy thought about it for a long time with a bitter face, and finally leaned on the woman, "...... Good. ”

As the time for the train to enter the station was getting closer, the hiccups in the crowd didn't attract anyone's ideas.

Of course, this is especially true for the young man standing on the outermost side of the crowd, wearing loose black long sleeves, cargo pants, field boots, and a chest bag leaning against the railing to play with his mobile phone.

The noisy environment obscured most of the words, and only a blanket of noise remained.

In addition, he was wearing a black mask, his hairstyle was flamboyant, and he exuded the smell of no one entering, and the passengers around him automatically retreated, let alone leaned around him to talk.

"Drip."

"It's 10 o'clock Tokyo time, and the train is about to enter the station, so please don't go near the edge of the platform to avoid falling down......"

As the train entered the station, the young man lifted his eyes from his new phone.

Putting his phone in his trouser pocket, he followed the surging crowd and stepped on the Fukuchi train to Osaka Prefecture. ：，，