Rei Furuya refused to analyze the message conveyed by this strange dream.
The subconscious is a very subtle thing. It may sometimes point out the truth, but it can also distort memories based on daily experiences. So he had that dream only because he happened to have experienced the test of fire today, and it was so impactful that it opened a new door, so he had something to think about in his dream.
As for what Johnny Winger hasn't said yet... it's hard for Rei Furuya to admit that in their daily interactions, he might have been "corrupted" by Johnny Winger.
Otherwise, how could one expect Johnny to be like him?
That's impossible.
But Johnny got added...
He squatted on the sofa holding the extra grapefruit water that Johnny had given him. A brown-haired young man who was scurrying around the room like a rabbit had thrown a blanket over his shoulders, giving him the subtle illusion that he had just come out of a disaster site.
There was a cup of liquid and medicine on the tea table in front of him. Johnny also pulled out some syrup and stuffed it into his hand.
The young man slowly turned on his startup mode and lowered his head, and the words "For Children Only" came into view.
He raised his eyes and stared at the brown-haired young man accusingly.
"Ha, haha." The other party seemed to know that it was unfair to give him this thing. He smiled and stroked his hair, "I don't know why, but this is the only thing I have at home now."
He also looks a little troubled.
And Rei Furuya keenly noticed that the word the other party used was not "safe house" but "home".
Will Johnny Winchester consider this place "home"?
He thought of the black-haired young man on the cruise ship who was happy to be called a "crazy dog" and even asked provocatively, "I am the boss's dog, what about you?"
Are those Johnny's chosen "family"?
Not mad dogs, but family - a family that holds a unique place in the Italian Mafia.
He lowered his eyes, twirling his fingers, and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
Johnny was a little overwhelmed when he saw him like this, but after all he had taken care of sick younger brothers before. Not only did he skillfully find various medicines and fever-reducing patches, he could also empathize with the other person and find out where he was feeling pain.
He thought about it and although Bourbon seemed to dislike him today, his health was more important right now. He did not care about the fact that he did not want to be with him for the time being and sat next to the blond young man.
While replacing the fever-reducing patch for the other party, he reached out and touched him, and found that Bourbon's forehead was still a little hot, and physical cooling did not seem to have much effect.
Because it is not a normal illness, but a physiological phenomenon caused by the release of life energy.
He sighed, and when he bent down to throw away the used antipyretic patch, he suddenly felt a large, hot object sticking to his back.
"Ai?"
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…
"Hey? What did you say?"
"Spiritual friend."
Facing the question from the editor-in-chief wearing glasses, Hagiwara Kenji adjusted his glasses, which he used to add a bit of bookish air, and answered firmly, "I mean, the reason why I hope to be Mr. Hibari's editor-in-chief intern is because Mr. Hibari and I are spiritual friends."
Even the editor-in-chief, who had experienced many ups and downs, was stunned by this answer.
He also adjusted his glasses, and tactically held them up to the reflection of the chandelier on the ceiling while thinking about who this "Teacher Skylark" was.
To be called a spiritual friend by this newcomer who seems to have good overall qualities, could he be some kind of future star waiting to be discovered?
The 38-year-old editor, who has been an editor since graduating at the age of 23, thought deeply and repeatedly confirmed his memory, and found that the so-called spiritual friend was just the author of a cheesy light novel.
Editor-in-Chief: …
Looking at the young newcomer with pious eyes and charming tongue, he couldn't help but touch his heart, wondering if it was because the times had changed and an old man like him was no longer able to adapt to the times.
Kenji Hagiwara looked at him, and the observant young man lowered his head and smiled shyly.
"Maybe the editor-in-chief doesn't feel this way. To be honest, the sales of Mr. Yun Que's works are not that good." He folded his hands, leaned forward, and said sincerely, "But for me, the teacher is the light that shines into my life. It is because of the teacher's "This Thing" that I can muster up the courage to come to your company and start a new life."
Of course, if you want to get the information passed on by your predecessors first, you have to start from the magazine company.
It just so happened that a friend he met in the police academy knew the president of this company, so Kenji Hagiwara quickly used a favor and rushed over alone after doing some research and disguising himself.
Moved by his pious attitude and sincerity, the editor-in-chief began to hesitate.
Could it be that he really missed a gem in the literary world?
Seeing this, Kenji Hagiwara added fuel to the fire.
He lowered his head and twisted his fingers together, showing his shy and nervous mood.
"Of course, I know that your magazine is one that prioritizes sales and reputation. Given the same depth and quality, you might choose works that are more likely to gain good sales and reputation. But Mr. Yun Que is a teacher who has inspired me in life. As long as I don't see Mr. Yun Que appearing on the front page of the magazine every day, I will feel a tightness in my chest and a dizziness."
The young man lowered his eyes, and his deliberately frail appearance was able to arouse the love and care of the older generation who admired the beauty of things. Not to mention the details of his specially prepared expression, which directly struck the editor-in-chief, who was still harboring a grudge in his heart.
Looking at the other person's expression, Hagiwara Kenji, who was always good at observing others, could obviously sense that the other person was already moved. He paused and added fuel to the fire.
"Besides, wasn't the original intention of our Ai Magazine to discover and spread love? I believe that the love of the editors for the authors' works is the cornerstone of our Ai Magazine! Those who slander us only see that we give every ordinary person the opportunity to appear in the magazine, but ignore our love for everyone's work!"
Sure enough, before he could finish what he was going to say, the editor-in-chief slammed the table and stood up.
"I understand." The other party looked down at him, with a wise white light reflected in his round glasses. "From today on, you are the editor-in-chief of Mr. Yun Que."
Hagiwara Kenji: “Huh?”
Noticing the other's gaze, he made amends.
"Editor-in-charge, I haven't obtained the qualification certificate for editor yet..."
The editor laughed heartily.
"It's okay. I already understand Hagiwara-kun's love for talent." He raised his hand and patted Hagiwara Kenji's shoulder. "To revive our [Ai] Magazine, we need new forces like Hagiwara-kun who fight for love and literature!"
ha?
But this is probably a good thing.
Kenji Hagiwara maintained a smile and stamped the red seal of completion on the plan in his heart.
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Sawada Tsunayoshi was feeling a little flustered.
He knew that Bourbon was a little strange today.
He has been acting like a cactus since his freshman year, with the attitude of "I'm super cool, don't come near me". This was even more true after he arrived at Rum's territory. He hid in the darkness and didn't say a word, which was uncharacteristic of him. Even Gin spoke more than him (not really).
He always thought that today's action was due to the fact that it was under Rum's nose.
After all, although "Bourbon" was his subordinate, everyone knew that Bourbon had defected to Rum a long time ago, and it was even thanks to Rum that he was able to obtain the code name in such a short time.
He is a die-hard member of the Rum Party.
Because his stance was too obvious, when he was confronting Rum, even though he was his superior, Bourbon had to act as if his stance was separate from or even opposed to Rum's, and he would obediently follow Rum's orders.
Sawada Tsunayoshi naturally knew the bitterness of his junior being an undercover agent in the organization and also having to be Rum's undercover, so he couldn't blame him when he saw his appearance. He could only hope that Bourbon would return to his original appearance after returning to the safe house.
As a result, he fell ill.
Sick Bourbon was a little weirder than usual.
Not only was she as obedient as a child or a puppy, but she also stuck to his back without saying a word.
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but pause.
The brown-haired young man tilted his head slightly and could feel the large heat-generating object on his back. A steady stream of heat came from the other person's body. The golden hair stuck to his neck, and it felt itchy as he turned his head.
"B...Ben?"
He called the other person's name hesitantly and turned around to check if Bourbon, who was behaving strangely, had something wrong with his brain.
However, the young man who was lying on him like a big golden retriever did not give him a chance to check. He buried his head in his back and remained silent. After a long while, he made a sound that was not in the style of Bourbon.
"Boss." He said softly, with a hint of grievance for no reason, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Eh?" Although he didn't know why he said that, Sawada Tsunayoshi still turned his head and stroked his golden hair as if he was treating a child. "No, Bourbon is amazing - of course, it would be even more amazing if he could take the antipyretic medicine obediently."
It was purely the tone of coaxing a child.
Bourbon ignored the second half of the sentence. His furry head moved, and he really looked like a large golden retriever.
"Really? I thought you were angry because I obeyed Lord Rum's orders today." He was the first to complain. It was obviously him who first put on an attitude of "I don't want to play with you stupid humans", but now he turned the tables and talked about the mistakes of the guy who was avoiding him first. "Boss is so cold, are you tired of me?"
Even Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that there was something strange about this sentence.
However, this was the first time he had seen the younger generation in such a fragile state. Considering that he had been carrying a heavy burden all along, the brown-haired young man couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"No," he soothed, recalling the words he used to say to his younger brother when he failed in a battle, "Bourbon is very powerful. Even I will rely on Bourbon."
Sure enough, the golden head moved.
"Really?" he said in a muffled voice.
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but chuckle, and he stroked the other person's golden hair patiently, his voice making people inexplicably convinced.
"Oh really."
"If it's true," the blond young man raised his head, his droopy puppy eyes making it hard to resist, "Why do I always feel like I've never really gotten close to you?"
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