The night in Osaka was tinged with a hazy purple by neon lights, and the sound of a Ferrari engine came to an abrupt halt in front of the Ikenami Mansion.
Yuzuru climbed out of the passenger seat, carrying several paper bags printed with luxury brand logos, and waved to Vermouth and Aoran inside the car.
"See you tomorrow, ladies."
Vermouth, her red lips curled into a playful smile behind her sunglasses, her voice laced with a hint of languor and allure: "Little master, don't overwork yourself tonight."
Qinglan covered her mouth and chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the paper bags, and she winked meaningfully.
As Hanyu Nan watched the red sports car disappear around the street corner, his phone kept vibrating as he turned around. He swiped the screen and saw that the hashtag #OsakaPrefecturalPoliceIncompetence# had already topped the trending searches, followed by the word "hot".
Clicking into the topic, it was already in an uproar.
【# Osaka Prefectural Police’s incompetence#】
[#Shocking! Another explosion occurred the day before the Satsuki Cup started!#]
[Breaking News! Former Prime Minister Ooka Ie-no-kami issues a letter of accountability to Osaka Prefectural Police Commissioner Heizo Hattori!]
[#Revisiting the scene of the Nichiuri TV bombing (HD uncensored).avi#]
[#……]
While Yuzuru Hanyu was having dinner with Bei and Aoran in Abeno, what happened that evening had already become a trending topic on major media outlets.
The Ooka family played a role in this.
As a once-powerful political family, the Ooka family's attack on the Osaka Prefectural Police has naturally attracted much attention.
But more importantly, major media outlets sensed the buzz and jumped in.
Whether it's local Osaka media or news organizations from other regions, they don't care about Hattori Heizo's status and position as the Osaka Prefectural Police Commissioner.
The bombing of the Nichibumi TV station a couple of days ago, which destroyed their own home, didn't stop them from publishing their stories. Now, faced with such a sensational topic, they're like sharks smelling blood, biting down hard and refusing to let go.
As the topic's popularity skyrocketed, the invisible battlefield of the internet was instantly flooded with a large number of uninformed but enthusiastic onlookers.
In this age of information overload, they will never miss a moment of excitement.
"Have you heard? There was another bombing in Osaka this afternoon."
“I can testify that I was there at the scene; it was a terrible explosion.”
"Thanks for the invitation. I was at the airport, and I just happened to be passing by when suddenly a head flew right in front of me. I'm still feeling terrified!"
"I remember that Heizo Hattori held a press conference and bowed in apology before because he indulged his son, didn't he?"
"Isn't his son a famous detective in Kansai?"
"Heh, it's all just boasting. What kind of people can a rural area like Osaka produce? It doesn't have the capability, you know that! --IP Toto"
"Hey upstairs, dare you say that again?"
"So what if I said it? Osaka is just the countryside, so what?"
"Hey, hey, hey, upstairs, aren't you guys going off-topic?"
"Fuck you, everyone in Kanto is a fucking idiot!"
"Damn it, all of you Kansai people are utterly incompetent! Two bombings in three days! Are the Osaka police just sitting around doing nothing?"
"What was your Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's case-solving rate last year? You have the nerve to say that?"
"..."
Having just gotten out of Sister Bei's Ferrari, Yuzuru stood in front of Ikebab's house, scrolling through online forums on his phone, laughing to himself.
These netizens are truly hilarious.
Everything can be distorted into a domain cannon.
He posted on his alternate account, "The Most Affectionate Person in Kansai": "I'm from Kanto, but I have to say that Osaka's takoyaki is definitely better than Tokyo's."
Immediately after posting, I switched to another account, "Tokyo Isn't Too Hot": [Takoyaki? Even dogs wouldn't eat that!]
As the battle in the comments section escalated, Yu Sheng Nan put away his phone with satisfaction, pushed open the gate to the Chi Bo family's courtyard, and as soon as he stepped into the entrance hall, he heard the crisp sound of karuta cards being played and the girls' chattering discussion coming from the living room.
"This phrase, 'The affairs of the gods are long and distant,' is so fitting for Reiko-sensei!"
"I think 'Snow in the Wilderness' better suits Ayako-nee's temperament..."
"Ugh, why does every song feel a little off?!"
Passing around the screen, Yuzuru saw five girls sitting around on the tatami mat, with karuta cards spread out in front of them.
Kazuha Toyama, clutching her hair, looked at the Hyakunin Isshu (One Hundred Poets) with a troubled expression; Ran and the Suzuki sisters carefully compared the waka poems on each card; Reiko Akiba, on the other hand, knelt gracefully, her red eyes darting between the cards.
"I'm back."
Yuzuru shook the paper bag in his hand. "I also brought a gift."
"Nan!" Sonoko sprang up like a cat smelling fish, her short hair waving merrily in the air. She rushed over, her eyes fixed on the beautifully wrapped bags: "What gifts are they! Let me see..."
Yuzuru handed the bag to her as she wished, and then walked towards Ran and the others. "Is Kazuha choosing her hand?"
“Yes, it’s homework my master gave me.” Kazuha rested her chin on her hand, looking troubled. “She said that to win a competition, you have to have your own signature moves.”
Yuzuru walked to the middle of them and sat down cross-legged: "Have you made your choice?"
Kazuha: "No... I just can't find the right one..."
"And what about you?"
Yuzuru looked at the other girls beside him.
Reiko Akiba's red eyes shifted slightly as she said, "Although we don't need to compete, we'd like to know which karuta (traditional Japanese song) suits us best."
Ran and Aya nodded silently to each other.
Yoshida is currently at the hotel taking care of the three children; she is not at home.
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