Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Drama Fruit Online

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When Kenji Hagiwara walked into the coffee shop, he remembered that he was so busy picking clothes for the little boy that he forgot to buy some for himself.

He knocked his head helplessly, feeling that his memory had probably been eaten up by the bomb fuses.

Matsuda Jinpei was looking down at his phone. He glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you come here to buy clothes during your vacation? Where are your clothes?"

Kenji Hagiwara bought a glass of iced American coffee and walked over, taking a sip casually.

"Clothes are not important. Let's talk about it next time."

Matsuda Jinpei yawned, "Did you see anything interesting?"

"I met a little brother," Hagiwara Kenji said, "about the age to go to college."

"So?" Matsuda Jinpei asked curiously, "Recently, there are college students everywhere getting ready for school to start."

He knew that since Hagiwara Kenji mentioned it, there must be something about this college student that is worth paying attention to.

Kenji Hagiwara stirred the ice in his glass.

He wasn't sure whether to tell his friends about it. After all, it wasn't a big deal and it might intrude on other people's privacy.

The handsome police officer was a little confused, so he hesitated when he spoke, "He, it should be on the psychological level. I mean, mentally, he is a bit worrying..."

"Can you please finish your sentence?" Matsuda Jinpei said with a dead look in his eyes. "What's wrong with me psychologically? Antisocial? Potential criminal?"

Hagiwara Kenji shook his head. "No, he has a very cute personality and is very friendly."

He thought about it and said directly, "What I care about is that he seems very nervous when facing me."

This sentence successfully made Matsuda Jinpei raise his sunglasses, and the corners of his eyebrows behind the sunglasses raised unexpectedly.

"There are actually people who are nervous around a warm-hearted man like you?"

He piqued his interest. "I have a feeling I'd like him quite a bit."

Hagihara Kenji: "..."

Xiao Zhenping, thank you for listening to me.

"He was very anxious and nervous, but he hid it very well..." Kenji Hagiwara frowned.

"Especially when he was introducing himself, it was like he had suddenly forgotten his name. He was distracted for two seconds before he could say it."

Matsuda Jinpei narrowed his eyes and his expression became serious, "Hey."

"Is this a bit like a trauma response?"

Hagiwara Kenji nodded, "I think so too."

Matsuda Jinpei's first reaction was, "Does he know you're a police officer?"

His subconscious thought was whether this young man had committed a crime before, which was why he was so nervous when he saw the police, so nervous that he couldn't even say his own name.

"He knows," Hagiwara Kenji said, "but I don't think that's the reason."

Kenji Hagiwara half-closed his eyes as the young man's unusual, strangely beautiful smoky-gray eyes flashed before his eyes.

Most people only indulge in the superficial beauty of youth.

But Kenji Hagiwara bypassed the beautiful appearance and saw a pair of exceptionally clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything at a glance.

The young man seemed to be trying hard to look like an ordinary person, but when he talked and laughed with him, the knuckles of his fingers holding his clothes turned slightly white.

Maybe even the young man himself didn't realize that he was very nervous.

Hagiwara Kenji's voice was low and hesitant.

"His uneasiness and anxiety are not directed at me as a police officer, but at me personally?"

Matsuda Jinpei slowly narrowed his eyes, "Hagi, did you do something? Tell the truth."

"Hey," Hagiwara Kenji said innocently, "I haven't done anything well. Could you please think of me a little better?"

Really, he is not the kind of guy who releases hormones all day long. He spends most of his time helping others seriously, okay!

Hagiwara Kenji sighed helplessly.

"Maybe there's something else about me that irritates him and reminds him of some psychological trauma."

But exploring psychology is not within the police's scope of responsibility, and it also involves the child's privacy, so Kenji Hagiwara did not intend to go into details.

He couldn't let it go, but there was really nothing he could do.

——

Mo Shiyu watched the elevator door close in front of him.

The boy followed him, watching him intently.

He said, "Thank you."

Seeing that the elevator door was closed, Mo Shiyu had no choice but to turn back in despair and forced a smile, "It's okay."

The young man probably thought that Mo Shiyu was also planning to go down to this level. He looked very happy, his wet red lips were slightly curved, his fingers moved, and he lightly grabbed Mo Shiyu's sleeve.

"Ask a question," he looked at Mo Shiyu, "Are you also... here for the book signing?"

Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then realized that the celebrity's autograph session was on this floor...

No wonder the people on this floor are even scarier than the previous one!

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, "If you don't mind, I'll take you backstage."

Mo Shiyu was a little surprised, "Are you a staff member?"

The boy adjusted his hat and nodded.

Mo Shiyu became interested. If he was asked to squeeze in with the crowd to see the big stars, he would refuse. But if he could go backstage and see the stars without queuing, then the problem would be different.

"But will it cause you trouble?"

"No."

The boy took him into the staff passage, and the air suddenly became quiet.

The boy walked in front and took off his mask and baseball cap.

His hair was longer than Mo Shiyu had imagined. The ends of his hair were tied into a loose braid, hanging from one shoulder to his chest, with the rest of his hair draped over his shoulders.

Mo Shiyu noticed the boy's figure, which was very tall and beautiful, like a willow.

The young man looked back at Mo Shiyu, his delicate eyebrows slightly curved, and the corners of his eyes slightly red.

What surprised Mo Shiyu was that the boy's eyes were one green and one silver, two different colors. Under the light, they looked like two beautiful glass beads.

Heterochromia.

Looks very familiar.

Mo Shiyu slowed down his pace, "You are..."

A name was on the tip of his tongue. He had seen this boy's face many times before, but only on TV. He was a popular star in Japan recently.

"Joker?"

The superstar boy blinked his beautiful and charming eyes, "Xiao Guo. Just call me Xiao Guo."

Mo Shiyu: "..." What the hell is Xiaoguo (Ko sauce), a nickname for fans? It seems to have nothing to do with the real name!

Before being stunned by the beauty of the superstar, Mo Shiyu reflected hard on whether he should not have gone out today.

First he met Kenji Hagiwara, one of the five members of the police academy, and then he met a super star.

His luck was "too good" and he was even a little worried that he might meet an enemy and be shot to death.

Mo Shiyu looked at the boy and praised him sincerely, "Xiao Guosang, you are even more beautiful than on TV."

"Thanks."

The young man pursed his lips and turned back, his heterochromatic eyes swept towards him lightly like feathers.

The gorgeous facial features and curved eyes are truly vivid.

Mo Shiyu's face was about to turn red. He finally understood why the kid had held down his baseball cap tightly and refused to show his face. If he was discovered by fans, it would be no joke. The mall would probably be paralyzed.

"But why not come in through the back door?"

The boy blinked and tilted his head innocently, "Because I'm lost."

“…”

Damn, so cute! He's also directionally challenged!

They walked through the staff passage to the backstage and pushed open the door. A staff member turned around and saw the boy. He rushed over as if he had seen a savior, his face excited and his voice fanatical, "Found it, found it--!!"

Mo Shiyu watched helplessly as the boy was carried into the room by the staff to put on makeup, "Teacher, come in and put on makeup!"

The scene was truly chaotic, and Mo Shiyu was very curious about it. He didn't care that no one paid any attention to him, so he followed the main group into the dressing room.

The young man kept looking back as he was pushed forward, and only felt relieved when he saw Mo Shiyu coming in. After arriving at the dressing room, he moved a chair next to his seat and said, "Mo Sang, sit here."

The big star's gesture of moving the stool himself attracted the attention of others to Mo Shiyu, who was standing behind him silently, and several glances were cast over him at once.

Next to the boy, a mature woman who looked like his agent's eyes lit up. "Is she Joker-san's friend?"

The boy's eyebrows curved, "Yes~"

After Mo Shiyu came over, the agent handed him a business card and said in an unusually enthusiastic tone, "Come, sit down, sit down. You are here to visit Joker, right? You have worked hard. I am his agent, my name is Mia."

"Hello."

Mia smiled and said, "It might be a bit presumptuous of me to say this, but your looks are very suitable for entering the entertainment industry. Have you considered this?"

Mo Shiyu was stunned. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Sorry, I don't have such plans."

Mia felt a little regretful. She glanced at Mo Shiyu's hair and eye color.

Having seen countless people in the circle, she could tell that this unusually beautiful color was definitely not caused by cosmetic contact lenses or dyeing, but must be natural.

A beauty of this quality, like Joker's heterochromia, is rare even in the entertainment industry, which is full of handsome men and beautiful women. She is very confident that she can bring him to the top. "Are you really not going to consider it again?"

Mo Shiyu said, "I really don't consider it. Sorry."

Mia still handed him the business card, "You and Joker-san are friends. If you have any plans in the future, you can ask him to contact me."

Mo Shiyu wasn't moved at all, but out of politeness, he still took the business card and said, "Well, thank you."

Let him be a star? Mo Shiyu sighed silently in his heart.

Something's definitely wrong, right?

Mo Shiyu propped up his head and looked at the boy. What surprised him was that the boy actually did his own makeup instead of having a makeup artist do it for him.

He looked at the boy's smiling eyes and drew a vertical line like a tear mark on his left eye.