Chapter 1 Chapter 1 "Why, you don't plan to take responsibility for me?"...
1.
I was born again.
Reborn as a bartender in a bar in Neon.
To be more precise, I was a bartender of the Black Organization. Yes, the Black Organization from the "Detective Conan" series that never reached its finale until I died.
When I was reborn, the instructor of the Black Organization who was responsible for taking us to our respective positions asked me what name I wanted to give myself.
There's no way around it. Orphans like us who grew up in the organization without parents don't have names at all. We all call each other code names, and we won't have names until the organization assigns us identities in the future.
That's right, not only do I not have a code name, I'm not even worthy of being given a name by the organization TT
But, the name...
Having just been reborn and still recovering from the memories of my past life, I pondered for a long time. Finally, under that impatient look that seemed to indicate he was about to give me a random name, I said a name that sounded insignificant to Japanese people but was very familiar to flower growers.
Open the door Yingzi.
Yes, that’s it, open the door, Yingzi, daddy’s, open the door Yingzi.
2.
I had an "office romance."
My boyfriend's name is Kurosawa Jin, and his organization code name is Gin.
Yes, maybe it’s the Gin you know.
If the Gin you know also happens to have long silver hair and green eyes, and he looks murderous just by standing there and can stop children from crying at night.
That's the same one.
3.
I swear, it was all an accident from the beginning.
Bartender, do you know what a bartender is? How do I explain my job? I know that many people think of bartenders as waiters in a bar, serving tea and water, etc. However, bartenders also have basic skills, such as mixing drinks.
Even though the Black Organization didn't really need me to be an ordinary waiter, all their "grand" expectations of me were shattered because of my excessive uselessness. So, their only expectation of me was to be a good bartender that the Black Organization could trust.
He is the kind of good bartender who can provide a safe environment for the Black Organization members to enjoy a drink or even talk about things.
The reason I've laid so much groundwork is to explain why I'm mixing drinks at Gin's house. Perhaps this is called a midterm assessment (?).
Because Gin is my superior, he insisted on becoming my instructor despite many people's advice to quit, because he couldn't understand how someone could be so useless.
Until he really saw that some people were such useless people that they could not help each other, and this piece of mud had the audacity to cling to his thighs and beg for mercy and to give up.
There is no giving up in Gin's dictionary. Gin, who is unwilling to give up his reputation as a "devil instructor", believes that if this road is blocked, there must be a way back. So Gin began to inspect my cocktail learning results from time to time.
This time, since I had just finished the task, he took me from the Polestar bar to his house and asked me to perform the whole process from beginning to end, telling me what kind of wine I had learned and how I had learned it during the three days when he was away.
Of course, there aren't just the two of us at Gin's house, there's also Gin's regular staple, vodka.
The fact is that Vodka’s alcohol tolerance is still not as good as Gin’s, and even less than my naturally gifted self.
By the time he had drunk the 30th shot, Vodka was already as drunk as a dead pig, sleeping soundly on the table, oblivious to the world around him.
People who can drink well don't get redness on their faces when they drink, just like Gin now. Unlike Vodka's red face, Gin's face is still so white, with natural cold white skin that makes people jealous.
However, I have been with Gin for a long time, so I can see at a glance that Gin's eyes are a little wandering.
He was also a little drunk.
Thirty small cocktails is not a small amount.
I couldn't help but licked my lips.
It’s because Gin looks so good now. Although he has always been good-looking, he no longer wears that classic black trench coat at home. He has added a bit of softness that I imagined.
In addition, the look in the originally cold and sharp man's eyes, which had changed due to alcohol, fell on me.
His long eyelashes blinked slowly. For me, who already had ill intentions, it was really hard not to continue to imagine all kinds of messy things.
For example, if he looks at me, it means that I am in his heart.
That's right, with evil intentions.
Even though Gin's appearance and personality make him known in the Black Organization as a killing machine that no one should be allowed to approach, and even though I know very well that it's not just the portrayal in the anime, the real Gin is a ruthless and merciless killer.
But, he is really handsome.
I picked him in my previous life!
Villains are delicious! People who don't understand how delicious villains are are really in trouble, not to mention that Gin has white hair! It's the white hair that Chinese women can't resist! I have liked white hair since I was born (shocked)!
What's more, even though I know that Gin kills without blinking an eye, I always feel that he treats me...something special.
For example, he was incredibly tolerant of me. Even when my laziness irritated him enough to make him want to hit me, he never actually hit me. Never mind whether it was because I was so fragile that a single hit from him would kill me instantly, he never actually hit me, except when he was training me.
He would also apply medicine to me when I was crying out in pain, and he was not rough at all when applying the medicine.
——Never mind whether you don’t want my screams to pierce your eardrums if you hit me too hard.
After arriving in this world and realizing I was part of the Black Organization, I'd been constantly testing its boundaries. As an orphan raised by the Black Organization, how much preferential treatment would the Black Organization give me? And how much tolerance would Gin, who showed no mercy to traitors, have for someone like me, a crooked and evil person?
As I kept testing the waters, I couldn't help but feel a little spoiled.
Plus, the Black Organization is truly an immoral organization. It's probably because everyone is walking on the edge of a knife every day, not knowing when they might die, so everyone is particularly unbridled in their desires. Living in this kind of environment every day, I'm certainly not a moral person, so -
I want to drink gin!
I feel like he has me in his heart!
Please, a handsome guy will be with you every day. Although he will scold you, he will spoil you no matter what you want.
我这种自恋的人，真的很难不多想，甚至多想到，就连他对我训练严格，我都可以理解成他是怕我有危险怕我死掉。哦，对了，他还会任凭我厚脸皮的土味情话袭击都不揍我，这不是爱，这是什么？这绝对就是爱吧！
Here, I just want to play a song called "This is Love".
I dedicate this song to my elder brother.
Hey, it rhymes!
In addition, every time Vermouth sees me and Gin together, she will smile mysteriously and say some ambiguous words in front of Gin or when Gin is not around.
This kind of hint really makes me feel that Gin is special to me.
So, what reason do I have not to rush in?
Enjoy life to the fullest, my friends! A nap with Gin is definitely worth it!!!
I guess I was a little drunk, and the alcohol clouded my already impulsive brain. I put down the shaker, moved closer to Gin, pulled the chair next to him and sat down, and moved a little closer.
Gin squinted at me and said, "That's all you've learned?"
Who understands? The way the long eyes are slanted is a bit like the way a dog (? ) looks at everyone (? ), which makes me even more dokidokidoki!
I swallowed, smiled, and said, "No, I just have something to ask you."
Gin lowered his eyes and tapped the empty wine glass with his knuckles, making a crisp sound.
"Go ahead."
Only when we were so close did I notice a faint blush on his face.
Well, the possibility of having sex after drinking is greater.
Having zero practical experience doesn't mean I don't know anything. I can't get up when I'm completely drunk. It's in this state that it's easiest to have sex indiscriminately!
I covered my burning face with my hands - no matter how immoral I am or how much I like to talk nonsense, I would still feel shy when I said such words seriously for the first time.
Yingzi, who shyly opened the door, took the opportunity to hold her face in her hands, looking at his profile with sparkling brown eyes, and asked expectantly: "Hey, big brother, are you interested in me too?"
Pay attention, I said "also", because I have made no secret of the fact that I am interested in gin!
Hearing this, Gin raised his head and finally looked me in the eye.
I looked carefully into his eyes, saw myself reflected in them, took a deep breath, and said, "Actually, if you're willing—"
I didn't finish my words, because as I watched, Gin's eyes suddenly became clear.
And it was a cold and clear night.
Gin's thin lips moved slightly, interrupting me: "Open the door Yingzi, what are you thinking about."
It is a declarative sentence.
My lips trembled and I didn't know what to say for a moment.
All I heard was a "clang" as the restless vodka, drunk as a dead pig, fell from the table to the floor.
He just groaned and continued snoring.
Fortunately, he didn’t wake up, otherwise, I would really be at a loss.
Because Gin looked straight at me, leaving me no chance to imagine any warmth.
"Don't think you can force me."
"Don't think you can seduce me."
"Don't think I have to obey all the orders of the organization."
I don't understand why he said that.
I don’t have the brain to think about these things.
Because I felt a strong murderous aura from him.
For a moment, I could feel that he really wanted to kill me.
This was the first time I felt such real murderous intent from him.
It wasn't the kind of murderous aura that he used to bluff and scare me because I was angry, but the real murderous aura that wanted me to die at his hands.
I was so frightened that I was speechless.
Was it because I was so audacious, because I, a useless guy no matter how much I trained, actually dared to confess my feelings to him, or was it because...
Maybe both.
All the hairs on my body were trembling, and my intuition told me that I should pretend nothing had happened, pretend that I was just saying frivolous and cheesy love words like before, and continue to mix cocktails.
And I did.
Gin was very satisfied. He continued drinking and did not forget to comment on what I did wrong.
I also understood that all the preferential treatment Gin showed me was just a way of turning a blind eye to the subordinates assigned to him by the Black Organization.
Gin is still Gin, the killing machine that will clear all obstacles for the Black Organization.
Just like he is different from other members of the Black Organization and will not choose to vent his stress by relieving his sexual desire after completing a mission, he is not interested in matters between men and women. Even when drunk, he can still soberly reject people's advances. He is Gin who has detached himself from vulgar interests and is only interested in becoming stronger.
He won't like me.
That’s right, this is an anime world after all, and I’m just a passerby who was accidentally reborn, not a born protagonist. How could a paper man like me?
4.
I prepared myself mentally and comforted myself, but after waking up, I was still scared to death.
How to describe the current situation?
Let me recap what happened before I lost consciousness...
After the test of the cocktail learning results was over, Gin took Vodka to Vodka's house, and then what about me?
I followed Gin closely as he returned from Vodka's house. Then, even though I was drunk, I still remembered to save my life and tactfully suggested that I could sleep on the sofa in Gin's house or go back the same way and sleep in the guest room in Vodka's house.
Then Gin said? He also has guest rooms?
Yes! I slept in the guest room of Gin's house!
How did I suddenly end up in Gin's bed?!
How come I didn’t know I was sleepwalking before? Help, help, help!
My mouth opened wide and my eyes blinked in panic. I had to pinch myself to face reality.
Me, in Gin's bed.
What a coincidence, Gin is here too.
What's even more coincidental is that Gin woke up earlier than me, and sat leaning against the head of the bed, looking at me thoughtfully as I almost fainted.
Hahahaha, that's not a coincidence at all! What does Gin mean by looking at me now? Is he looking at me and plotting how to kill me?
Oh my god, I won't worship you anymore.
Am I really that brave? I dared to sleepwalk into Gin's bed after he had made such a threat?
Damn it, I'm not gonna get Gin, am I?
Kaimen Yingzi, are you so awesome?
My pupils dilated and I subconsciously wanted to lift the quilt and take a peek underneath.
Gin's words stopped me in my tracks.
It scared me to death.
But he didn't mean to kill me.
What he said is:
"Why, you don't intend to take responsibility for me?"
The author has something to say:
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It’s sent, it’s sent, this time the big brother is really here!
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