The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

As an excellent undercover agent who has held high positions in both the National Police Agency and the transnational crime group at a young age, Amuro can write a three-volume autobiography about what he experienced in his short twenty-five years of life. Such a person, he Haven't seen any scene-

I have never seen such a scene.

This is what happened. According to Mr. Amuro's recollection, he drove his younger brother and his younger brother's classmates home. At an intersection, he encountered a rampant Honda. The owner whistled frantically, and the surrounding vehicles rushed to avoid them.

However, a slightly unresponsive Beetle was almost hit and flew. Fortunately, the owner slammed the steering wheel subconsciously and narrowly avoided the past, but the out-of-control Honda slammed into the pedestrian on the side of the road.

At that time, the situation was urgent, Amuro had no time to think, and stepped on the accelerator to control the car and hit the side of the Honda.

The front of the white Mazda was sunken in a whole piece, and the passenger compartment was seriously deformed. Honda did not give in too much. After being hit, it slid and rotated and hit the street light. The airbag inside popped out instantly, and soon the owner opened the driver's seat himself Came out and looked good.

So far, it's just the nameless public security who stopped the car accident and saved the lives of people. Everything is within the normal range.

If this car owner is not chasing after a group of police cars.

Seeing that he was about to be arrested, the owner of the car was heartbroken and took out a knife to take the hostages. But Amuro's car was parked too far away from the gangsters, and the sprint champion might not be able to make it in time. It was too late when he said it, and suddenly a strong wind blew, and countless snow-white pages flew with it, blinking from behind Amuro. gangsters there.

The bluetooth speaker next to the storefront on the street just switched the music, and the romantic To Alice was replaced by the melodious Scarborough Fair. Along with the rhythm of three beats, a figure walked with graceful and agile steps, quickly on the paper. In the storm of the film, he was close to the gangster who was beaten like a trapped beast by a series of papers.

The tall boy held the wrist of the middle-aged gangster holding the knife, and the blade let go. At this time, the last piece of paper was also swept away by the wind, and the two people standing next to the deformed street lamp and Honda were exposed, and then—

waltzed up.

Amuro Toru?

Forgive him, a question mark cannot express the shock, confusion and puzzlement of the young police officer.

He has never seen any big storms.

I'm sorry, I've never seen such a beautiful painting.

These two dancing on the street, their bodies rise and fall, tilt, and sway with the music, their dance steps are undulating, and their dance postures are gorgeous and elegant - if the woman's step is not a middle-aged uncle.

After the initial shock, Mr. A quickly recovered, and he patted the blond young man on the shoulder sympathetically.

The police who got off the police car were also stunned. The intersection here has gradually become a traffic jam, and the annoying and harsh whistle has been heard one after another. At the very center of the storm, however, was an eerie silence.

Under such circumstances, the melodious music finally came to an end.

The last syllable fell, and the two dancing people also put on the ending pose.

The middle-aged gangster with a ferocious and fleshy face looked at Sakamoto shyly.

click...

Sakamoto handcuffed the gangster's wrists behind him (the police officer behind him touched his waist subconsciously: eh? When?) The latter was very obedient and let him be at his mercy, and showed a shy smile when he was pushed in front of the police officer: "Police Uncle, take the family away soon."

Police officers?

Police officers!

Amuro Toru deeply understood what A-kun said before.

"Sakamoto-kun...what a peculiar person..." he said with difficulty.

Jun A nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Sakamoto refused the police officer's invitation to go to the Metropolitan Police Department and receive the reward: "There is still necessary work to be done, so I can only live up to the kindness of the police officer."

The severely damaged Mazda could not continue to complete its original mission. Toru Amuro called the towing service to send the car for repair, and he took the two children to hire a car.

A-kun and Sakamoto sat in the back.

"What was the move just now?" A Jun asked.

Generally speaking, Sakamoto's behavior and pretense will be given a name by himself, which will occasionally be pronounced when using it, but sometimes not.

For example, when I was building the Bird Villa yesterday, Sakamoto's move was called Secret Skill? Quickly Build a House.

Sakamoto pushed on his glasses and said reservedly, "Secret skill? Feng Feixue, and secret skill? Renewing one's mind."

Renovation - refers to brainwashing the other party by making the other party jump female steps to make the other party think that he is a cute and charming JK for a short time.

Sakamoto is so terrifying.

Speaking of which, there should be words on the papers that were blown away by the wind just now. Mr. A looked at Sakamoto's shriveled black portable schoolbag: "Is it okay with those papers?"

"It's just the test paper. I'll just print it out for you later. I'll use the after-school exercises for the time being today."

Mr. A: …

He recalled the amount of paper just now, and immediately thanked the gangster just now.

Sakamoto, you are indeed Sakamoto.

Although it was less than an hour away from leaving home, the two felt as if three times had passed. A-kun took Sakamoto to the bedroom on the second floor, where an empty table for placing things had been prepared in advance. , cushions are arranged on all sides.

Not long after the two sat down, Amuro Toru brought two cups of homemade drinks and placed them in front of them.

Before their study started, the blond young man asked with a gentle smile: "Does Sakamoto-kun have any favorite dishes? What about flavors, preferences, and taboos?"

Sakamoto: "I don't have any preferences. If I have to say, the taste should not be too extreme."

Mr. A was dizzy when he did the quiz in the morning. Although his memory had been pulled away, the pain of rubbing the quiz all night was still rooted in his soul, and now he was reawakened.

They also had lunch in the bedroom. Toru Amuro brought the food, rubbed his head under the unrequited gaze of Jun A, and said with a smile, "Yang Xi has worked hard. Hold on, don't waste it. Sakamoto-san's thoughts."

Mr. A: …

Easier said than done.

He glanced at Toru Amuro, who had already graduated.

Sakamoto replied to Amuro Toru's various polite remarks in a perfunctory tone. After the latter left, he looked down at the pretty lunch in front of him.

Toru Amuro also cut a plate of fruit.

A-kun held his face in one hand, rested his elbows on the table, and looked up at Sakamoto, whose expression could not be seen.

"How's it going?" he asked suddenly, a little clueless.

Sakamoto said indifferently: "Not bad."

It seems that he is talking about the cooking in front of him, but Mr. A doesn't think that the other party can't hear the direction in his question.

Although this Sakamoto classmate has a clear mind and a high profile, he is undoubtedly a good person in every sense.

In fact, his invisible pretense is often purposeful, such as preventing school violence and protecting animals.

In the comics, he helped classmate Kubota Yoshinobu from being bullied by the bad trio in many incidents, and influenced the bad trio, black-bellied female classmates and others.

This seemingly whimsical study assistance plan must be the same reason. After returning home that day, Mr. A also observed himself in the mirror. Those injuries still looked very bluffing, and they were regarded as punching and kicking. It is not surprising that the marks left by hard objects, or the streaks left by the binding. There are also various minor but large scrapes.

However, because of the concealment of these conspicuous marks, the scars on his body could not be seen, so it was barely a blessing in disguise.

Mr. A was worried that Sakamoto would do something, but now the thing he was worried about happened, it was not as shocking as he imagined - waltzing with gangsters on the street does not count - so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down his hand and rolled his eyes: "Thank you, Sakamoto-san."

In any case, the other party is out of concern and help for him. I even asked the class teacher to propose a study assistance plan for this purpose... But it was really painful to brush the questions.

He clapped his hands slowly with a slap, and quickly said, "I'm going to start," and then stretched out his chopsticks to the food in front of him one after another.

When he picked up the pen again in the afternoon, Mr. A was already numb. The tip of the pen smoothly wrote a string of symbols on the paper, and when he encountered calculations, he directly asked the system in his brain. Although some are overkill, it is a waste to leave them unused anyway.

Instant results, love love.

Sakamoto stood up.

Jun A looked up from the ocean of mathematics, "What's wrong?"

His eyes fell outside the window, and Mr. A followed and saw the leafy maple trees in the yard, as well as the fluffy little clumps between the branches.

"The raccoon cat?"

"Miss Kitty needs rescue." Sakamoto's glasses reflected white light, he opened the door without hesitation, jumped out from the balcony, slid over a graceful parabola, and landed on a tree like a bird.

Why do you know it's Miss Cat after all this distance?

A-kun, who was speechless for a while, put down his pen and came to the balcony. For the second time, he saw the unobstructed communication between Sakamoto and animals.

Little raccoon cat: "Meow!"

"Please don't be afraid, the next is the knight who came to rescue Her Royal Highness." Sakamoto knelt down on one knee firmly on the thick branch, raised one hand and stretched forward, just stopped not far in front of Miss Cat.

Little raccoon cat: "Meow."

"Please rest assured, I will never cause you any harm, just bet on this knight's name."

Little raccoon cat: "Meow—"

Mr. A: …

There's no shame in saying that, Sakamoto-san.

In the end, Her Royal Highness was moved by the heroic knight and raised his front paws on Sakamoto's palm. The latter then carefully stretched out his hand to hold the kitten in his palm and returned to the balcony just as he had left.

Mr. A closed the door when he came in from behind.

The petite cat princess was gently placed in the soft cushion and lifted to the table, she sat reservedly, "Meow—"

"This is Fujita-kun's house," Sakamoto said.

Mr. A cautiously approached the table, sat down carefully, and looked at the fragile life in front of him with soft and curious eyes.

"This is my home, you are welcome here as a guest." He tentatively stretched out his hand and spread it out in front of the cat, "What's your name?"

The cat's soft paw pads stepped on the palm of her hand. She took two steps forward and curled up into a ball in Jun A's hand.

Sakamoto pushed up his glasses: "Miss Aoi likes you very much."

A-jun held the warm and soft kitten, silent for a moment: "Is her name Kwai?"

It always feels like the other party just got up.

Sakamoto nodded calmly.

There was a knock on the door, Toru Amuro pushed open the door, and bent his eyes under the gaze of the two cats: "I happened to see Sakamoto-kun in the tree, so I prepared this without authorization."

"It's goat's milk. Although there is salmon in the kitchen, it should not be eaten raw for kittens."

He put the small plate with the milky liquid on the table.

Kwai: "Meow—"

Mr. A carefully held her to the front of the plate, and the kitten left his palm and lowered his head to drink the goat's milk.

Toru Amuro also sat down.

The three of them just sat around the table watching the kitten drink milk, their eyes focused, as if the one on the table was not the raccoon cat that can be seen everywhere, but a dinosaur cub.

"Does Yangxi want to have a cat?"

A-jun showed a hesitant look, he looked at Sakamoto: "Sakamoto-san wants to bring Xiaokui home?"

Sakamoto shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of Miss Aoi."

Toru Amuro frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "It's hard for such a small cat to live outside."

Judging from Mr. A's reaction, he undoubtedly likes it, and raising a cat is not a burden for them. But he hesitated, probably because he felt that he couldn't be responsible for Aoi.

Because they feel that once they go out in the future, they may never come back.

This is not going to happen.

Toru Amuro gave A-kun an encouraging smile.

In fact, I just heard that it is not good to have a cat first and then a dog. So I was worried about Mr. A, who was bullied by Kwai when Harrow came to Amuro's house in the future: "Let's see what Xiaokui means. If she wants to, I also want her to stay."

Harrow isn't born yet, he's too early to worry.

When he asked, Kwai reserved the paw pads on his fingers and seemed to agree.

Just when she agreed.

A-jun rolled his eyes, held the raccoon cat in the palm of his hand, and gently touched her head: "Then from today onwards, you will be called Amuro Aoi."

"Eh? Do you want my last name?"

"Because it sounds better this way." Mr. A smiled brightly.

If possible, it is actually better to call it jiangguoi.