Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Amuro-kun, you don’t want to change your code name…

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When Mo Shiyu walked out of the room, he saw a tall and thin figure hiding in the shadows, dressed as a waiter.

He glanced at the shadow, then looked away. He put his hands behind his back and closed the door with a click.

Her eyelashes are long, and they look very beautiful under the light as they rise and fall.

As the door closed, the tall figure walked out from the shadows. The man did not speak, but put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly to him.

Mo Shiyu asked in a calm tone, "Who are you?"

"I am one of the candidates you are assessing. My name is Amuro Toru," the figure said, still bowing his head. "Lord Valentine."

Mo Shiyu looked at the blonde hair which looked much more comfortable than Li Shu's, and tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"You're taking the initiative to investigate my whereabouts. Aren't you afraid of making me angry?"

"Sir, please allow me to explain." The figure was silent for a second before speaking, "I didn't come here for you. My mission target is here. I sneaked in here as a waiter and accidentally saw you."

Mo Shiyu stretched out his voice, "Do you think I will believe that this was an accident, or that you did it on purpose?"

The figure said nothing, but raised his eyes, revealing a head of shining golden hair and a pair of soft, deep, and smooth blue eyes.

Those blue eyes became somewhat light and transparent because they were soaked in cold blood, and they were particularly attractive against the dark skin.

Despite having such a pair of eyes, his tone was very gentle, even with a hint of grievance, "It really was an accident, sir."

Mo Shiyu walked over, looked at him for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Hey. You..."

He stopped talking and changed his tone, "Just call me by my name, no need to call me sir. I really don't know who started this feudal atmosphere in the organization—Have you completed your mission?"

"It's done."

"Then let's go together."

Mo Shiyu walked out, and Amuro Toru turned around, glanced at the closed door with his dark eyes, then turned around and followed him.

"Do you need me to take care of the people in the sect?" Amuro Toru asked.

"No need." Mo Shiyu yawned, "I've had enough fun, let's go back to sleep."

As long as he can avoid getting his hands dirty, Toru Amuro naturally has no objection.

He observed this unusually beautiful young man with long ash-gray hair closely, but what flashed through his mind was the character information he had found.

A person who is a bit slow, who will delay doing tasks as much as possible, always looks lazy, and looks like a colorful glass flower, but you cannot express your love to him in person, or he will beat you.

There seemed to be a strange sexual attraction about this person. Amuro Toru had seen a member of an organization that enjoyed torture and interrogation speak of Valentine as if he were talking about a god of faith, with an expression of extreme humility, as if he wanted to kneel down and worship him. His demeanor was more fanatical than the most crazy sasaeng fan.

But Toru Amuro knew that he had secretly made a set of beautiful torture instruments made of pure silver and hid them in the basement. Anyone could guess what this guy who claimed to worship Valentine as a god would do if he really caught Valentin.

The members of the organization who have a crush on Valentine can easily hit a large number of people with just one hit. These people are much more extreme than the star-chasers outside. They will not be satisfied with just buying a ticket, standing there, taking a look, or sending a message. If they can take action, they can eat people until there is nothing left.

Being coveted by so many people yet still being alive and well means that this young man is far from being as pretty and harmless as he appears.

Amuro Toru's eyes unconsciously flashed through the scene he had just seen. Valentine was dragging a young boy in the room by his hair. The boy was dragged and stumbled forward and fell on the dark tiles. The boy's blood flowed from the corner of his eye to his chin. One of his hands was stepped on and broken, and the flesh in the middle was sunken. Valentine, however, was calmly curling his lips and taking pictures with his eyes downcast.

His expression was calm and his hands moved slowly, but it was this expression that made him look like a creepy madman.

He seemed to enjoy this torturous process.

Toru Amuro has always felt that the guys with code names in this organization are more or less a little mentally abnormal, and Valentine seems to be the same.

He glanced at the young man in front of him again.

In fact, this bottle of wine seems to have a good temper, and rumors also say that it is easy to get along with, perhaps because of its slow temperament.

But he broke someone's arm with such a gentle expression.

These are the high-ranking members of the organization who have code names.

No matter how harmless and gentle Valentine appears, he should not be underestimated.

Full of vigilance, Toru Amuro made a decision in his heart.

***

Amuro Toru, who followed Valentine out of the club, looked at him and said calmly, "See you tomorrow then."

Mo Shiyu glanced back at him and suddenly smiled playfully, "Are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Why don't you stay and do something?" Mo Shiyu tilted his head. "Amuro-kun, you don't want this code name to belong to someone else, do you?"

“…”

After saying this, Mo Shiyu felt something was wrong, and his expression was blank for a few seconds - this sentence was obviously normal in his mind, why did it feel wrong after he said it out loud?

Toru Amuro also paused.

He also sensed something strange in this sentence, but he couldn't figure out what was strange about it for the time being.

So he looked back at Mo Shiyu hesitantly.

The young man with ash-gray hair stood under the street light, with his back against his beloved car, and tilted his head slightly towards Amuro Toru. His skin flashed some stroking light under the light. His windbreaker was wide, his waist and back were straight, and his long boots were tightened at his calves.

The McLaren GT, which usually attracts attention wherever it drives, was, at first glance, outshone by the man leaning against it.

Light and shadow outline Valentine's eyebrows and eyes, and his colorful hair color and perfect shadows make him look like an oil painting.

He didn't say anything and seemed a little confused, but he might also be waiting for his answer.

Amuro Toru hesitated for a while, then added with difficulty and confusion, "Of course I want to get a code name."

"You want me to stay... for what?"

Mo Shiyu had already reacted by now. He muttered out a joke that only rabbits knew. His face turned red and he didn't even know how to respond.

"Let's go to the bar." Mo Shiyu actually just wanted to spend more time with him and gain some favor, but he made himself uncomfortable.

"Yes." Amuro Toru took the keys from Mo Shiyu's hand and sat in the driver's seat. "Where are we going?"

Mo Shiyu reported the name of a bar that was not the organization's base.

Toru Amuro also knew this. He looked at Mo Shiyu again, and Mo Shiyu supported his chin and looked out the window.

When they arrived at the bar, they ordered two drinks. Mo Shiyu was starting school today and was very happy. He wanted to celebrate, so he naturally asked Toru Amuro to accompany him. The way adults celebrate is with alcohol.

He was a little drunk, but he didn't lose his mind. He was not very brave in front of Toru Amuro.

Toru Amuro ordered a glass of whiskey and drank it sip by sip.

When chatting, Amuro Toru's quiet and gentle voice was like a lullaby. Mo Shiyu sighed softly, rested his head on his arm, and said as if he was drunk.

"I'll give you what you want, Amuro-kun."

Mo Shiyu's initial favorable impression of the five-member police academy team made him not want to embarrass Amuro Toru, but this sentence was obviously a bit too much.

He had no choice but to lie on the table pretending to be drunk, and murmured, "As long as you do what I say."

"..." Amuro Toru.

Toru Amuro pondered these words over and over in his heart.

Is it a threat? Yes, it is a threat.

However, compared to general threats, these two sentences are too blunt and even seem to have a hint of ambiguity.

ambiguous……

Wait, Amuro Toru was suddenly startled. A line connected from the beginning to the end.

The heartthrob of this winery wouldn't want to seduce a low-level employee like him, right?

Once you think in this direction, the meaning of this sentence suddenly becomes very clear.

"..." The undercover student, who was used to thinking a lot, hoped for the first time that he was overthinking. But when he looked at Mo Shiyu, he found that the other person's face, which was hidden in his arms, was slightly red.

As if feeling a little embarrassed.

Toru Amuro should have felt offended, but Valentine's ignorant look made it impossible for him to feel any resentment.

Mo Shiyu's face turned red with shame as he made things worse.

He felt that he was a little infected by that yandere with a brain full of garbage tonight. Why did every word he said sound weird?

Someone said a few words casually, then stood up and ran out, "Goodbye."

The undercover agent was left standing there, his expression filled with unexpected contemplation.

Mo Shiyu walked all the way back to the hotel where he was staying.

He had intended to make some plans for what to do next, but he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

He hadn't been back to his own nest to sleep for a long time, so he cast aside his worries, wrapped himself in the quilt, and slept straight through until dawn.

——

The next day he went to school.

He ran into Qiu Shengxin, whom he had met yesterday. This sunny boy saved a seat for him, in the first row.

Mo Shiyu looked at the class schedule.

Calculus.

Amid the professor's passionate lecture, Mo Shiyu couldn't help yawning.

It’s strange, why do people all feel sleepy in class no matter how old they are?

The professor in the first row watched him finish his yawn and, smiling, touched his desk. "Come on, yawning little student, why are you so sleepy on your first day of school? Answer the first question in your exercise book."

Qiu Shengxin next to him began to flip through the exercise book frantically. He struggled with the first question for a long time but couldn't solve it. He could only look at Mo Shiyu eagerly, saying that he was a loser and couldn't help him.

Mo Shiyu calculated for a while and answered quite smoothly, which satisfied the professor.

"It's you, little yawn. You can still listen even when you're so sleepy. Be my class representative from now on."

Mo Shiyu: “…”

Qiu Shengxin couldn't help but burst out laughing, and eventually the whole class laughed together.

Mo Shiyu had no choice but to accept the title and made a conspicuous bag on the first day.