Chapter 23 Chapter 23 "Where have we met before?"...
59.
Vodka didn't really understand, but he wasn't stupid, so he could tell I was mocking him. He made a "huh?" sound in his throat and looked at Gin: "Big Brother."
Gin said nothing.
It must be because we are outside and there are quite a few people in the restaurant. Taking out Beretta or something will cause chaos...Okay, this is my malicious speculation. Gin is not the stereotype of someone who only takes out Beretta. He is just a nicer person and is more tolerant of me and Vodka.
Oh, so Gin might be a good choice for a Beagle? He's a very stable ninja.
"Hey, brother, don't be angry." I tried hard to swallow the steak in my mouth and said hypocritically, "It's New Year's Day, you can't hit the child. If you are not satisfied with anything, you can beat Vodka again tomorrow."
Vodka was dissatisfied: "Yingzi, I didn't offend you today, did I?"
"No, you did," I snorted, "You've been annoying me all day, I can't forgive you!"
Vodka should be thankful that Kudo Shinichi is still an elementary school student, not a high school student, let alone Edogawa Conan. Otherwise, as soon as I said this, the next scene would be Vodka falling on his back, bleeding from his mouth, motionless, and then the next second it would be pitch black all around, with only a ray of light shining on me kneeling on the ground, covering my face and crying, saying "I can't forgive him".
He should be secretly happy.
Yes, after a year, I have grown up, and now I make no secret of the fact that I want to take the position of the first little sister under Gin. Even if Vodka is a man, he is not allowed to be the first little brother of Gin just because he wants to be the first little brother.
The first little sister must be ranked before the first little brother.
Kaimen Yingzi, you can’t lose to Yu, and you can’t lose to the number one little brother!
Gin silently put down the fork in his hand, and the tip of the fork touched the plate. The crisp sound should have been very faint in the environment of the restaurant, but Vodka and I still shuddered at the same time.
Then the brothers and sisters toasted each other respectfully.
—I drank alcohol, vodka and water, because he had to drive back.
"That's the way it should be." He stared intently until a sturdy guy, irritated by my gaze, had to put down his glass and pick up his water glass to clink with mine. Only then did I nod in satisfaction. "As the saying goes, don't drink and drive, and don't drive after drinking. A glass of wine for the driver brings tears to his family. Vodka, you are the best little Wang... a big man!"
Gin: “…”
Speaking of which, Gin's mood was unusually stable today, which made me a little uncomfortable.
60.
After we'd finished eating and drinking, it was time to pay. Even though I'd mentioned before that Gin's card was with me, I wasn't going to pay. It was the card I'd given to him after I'd been pestering him about how we had moved and how many things we needed to buy. He'd gotten so annoyed with me that he'd just given it to me and told me to buy my own things and not bother him. I'd earned this card on my own merit, and it had a legitimate purpose: to buy things I needed at home. I couldn't mix up the cards, or use a personal card for public use (?).
Besides, who is Gin? Is it possible that he only has one card? Please don't look down on my respected brother Gin, okay?
Again and again, Gin is a bit of a male chauvinist, as evidenced by the fact that he has never let me successfully spend a penny of my own money in all these years!
Well, come to think of it, it seems more like my elders than male chauvinism. After all, in my previous life, my family had an ancestral precept that elders should not let the younger ones spend money, even if the older ones among the same generation cannot let the younger ones spend money.
Woohoo, great brother Gin, he's so good to a little sister like me, I don't even dare to think about it being him who's in the relationship...
Thinking of this, I immediately braked.
It's definitely because I've been living a good life recently and have lost my sense of crisis. There are some things you can talk about but you can't think about them. Be careful or your life may be in danger!
No, no, I just thought that if Gin were to fall in love, he would definitely not split the bill with the girl. I didn't think that a lone wolf like Gin could really fall in love, and he wasn't so bold as to fantasize about falling in love with me. What am I afraid of?
"Idiot, daydreaming again." Gin took the windbreaker from my arms and rubbed my head to bring me back to my senses. After that, he walked away, afraid that I couldn't see his disgust.
Leaving me here with regret.
I regretted that when Gin took the windbreaker, he accidentally touched my hand. Why didn't I just grab it and rub it a few times, or take advantage of it, but just let him go like that?
It's rare that Gin is in such a good mood today. He just rubs my head instead of hitting it. Even if I take advantage of him, he will definitely not teach me a lesson.
It’s all my fault for being distracted. I lost a lot of money!
I was so angry that I puffed up on the spot and turned into a little pufferfish.
Vodka passed by me and asked in confusion, "Yingzi, what's wrong with you? Aren't you leaving yet?"
Gin, standing a few steps ahead of me, turned to look at me, who hadn't caught up. He'd probably put up with me—no, vodka—too much today, and his patience was finally running out. The tips of his shiny leather shoes tapped the ground.
The little pufferfish lost her temper in an instant, then smiled brightly. She picked up her skirt and trotted over to Gin. She raised her head and turned around: "Big Brother, I'm here~"
Gin glanced down at me calmly and continued walking forward.
And then just went out?
No need to pay at all?
It's strange. Gin was clearly by my side the whole time, and I didn't see him go out to pay the bill. He also didn't hand the card to the waiter on the spot. When did he pay the bill?
Did the three of us eat a free meal on the first day of the new year? Doesn't this mean that the three of us can get free meals for the next year?
Yay!
...Qiaodou sack, this is not good.
As the last conscience of the Black Organization, I touched my few remaining qualities and spoke righteously: "Hey, big brother, it seems we didn't pay."
Hearing this, Gin turned around and glanced at me.
It's the look that I'm most familiar with, the look of looking at a dog, no, looking at a fool, no, never mind, it's the look that I'm most familiar with.
I touched the back of my head in confusion. Could it be that Gin thought that I actually said such moral words and was incompatible with the Black Organization, but was too lazy to scold me?
Seeing my confusion, Vodka straightened his back and said, "Let me teach you," with an expression of "Yingzi, this is the organization's store."
Oh, my initial thought was right. I knew a celebrity like Vermouth would have prices listed on everything in her photos. If it weren't for advertising for a certain industry, a Hollywood star wouldn't have taken a nine-grid photo of a newly opened restaurant in Tokyo, Japan, even showing the restaurant's logo.
But, can the organized businesses not pay? I thought they only came to my bar and didn't pay, but I didn't expect that all businesses could be free. If that's the case...
I touched my chin and my eyes lit up.
It seems that I need a complete list of the Black Organization's physical stores in Tokyo. If they don't like me because I am a peripheral member without a code name and don't let me get anything for free, then don't blame me for using the banner of Gin to get free food and drinks. No, I mean, eating and taking things?
"Hehehe~" I stopped walking again in my fantasy and couldn't help laughing out an evil sound.
Vodka shook himself, walked quickly to Gin's side, looked back worriedly at me, who was laughing inexplicably with his head down, and seemed to be emitting a strange aura all over his body, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, is Yingzi having psychological problems because of competing with me for favor?"
Gin took a deep breath, but couldn't help himself. He stopped and asked through gritted teeth, "Have you become an idiot too?"
Vodka, who was scolded, lowered his head honestly: "I'm sorry, brother!"
Gin glanced at me behind him, then looked at Vodka beside him, rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm going to be pissed off to death by you idiots sooner or later."
61.
December 31st was Gin's initial test of my abilities. He wanted to know if my abilities could be used to gather intelligence for the Black Organization.
January 1st was Gin's second test of my abilities. He wanted to know if I could get information out of different types of people.
Then on January 2nd, I gave myself a day off, but Gin disagreed. He forced me out to take the third test.
He asked me to sit in a randomly selected coffee shop with the highest traffic in the mall, wanting to see if I could "lure" people to come and talk to me just by sitting there, so as to get information.
Because there might be situations in the future where the Black Organization needs intelligence but can't pinpoint the target with the same precision as they did on the last day of the year. A qualified intelligence officer should be able to gather intelligence using various methods, and investigating locations near the target is also part of the operation.
"Is this even possible? I can actually seduce someone? Me? Seduce?" I was in disbelief, my eyebrows furrowed in a splayed shape, and I pointed at myself, "Brother, are you trusting me too much? Excessive filters are not allowed, brother-chan!"
"Shut up and open the door." Gin said with a double entendre, "Get out of the car."
What could I do? I could only get off the bus obediently, but in retaliation, I used Gin's card again...
"Just this menu, give me one." I tapped the menu handed to me by the waiter with my fingertips. Under the waiter's surprised look, I raised my eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Why, have you never seen a rich woman?"
I still remember that in TV dramas, when the characters were showing off, they would tell the waiter or waitress, "Just this menu, please fry me a copy." Okay, okay, now it's my turn to show off, thanks to Gin!
The West cannot do without Jerusalem, just as Kaimen Yingzi cannot do without Gin...Ka.
I think it's because I'm standing alone in front of a table full of desserts and coffee, which is really too eye-catching. It can't be true as Gin said, that I have become a magnet?
Not only could I hear the gossip discussed by people at the next table and those passing by, but just by sitting there, people would come over to talk to me out of curiosity... Well, now I know eight versions of the tragic family massacre from the day before yesterday.
After seeing off the man who told the ninth version of the story, which was almost the same as the truth I knew and claimed to be a colleague of the deceased, I lowered my eyes and controlled myself not to reach out to touch the eavesdropping device disguised as a necklace on my collarbone.
"Well, this lady?"
Hearing the sound, I subconsciously looked up.
The man who spoke did not sit opposite me like the previous person, but stood in front of me.
The first thing that caught the eye was the two straight, almost sharp lines of black trousers, which passed over the narrow waistline and went up to the black suit jacket. The open lapels revealed the ironed collar of the white shirt inside. One or two buttons on the collar were casually unbuttoned, and the collarbone could be vaguely seen.
The focus of the view is the clear-cut jaw, and even more impressive than the jaw are the handsome facial features, especially the iconic pair of sunglasses perched on the high bridge of the nose.
I was stunned.
Jinpei Matsuda pinched the temples of his sunglasses with his bony hands and pulled them down, revealing his deep indigo eyes.
His complex gaze, faintly tinged with inquiry and surprise, fell on me, and he smiled just the right way: "I think we've met somewhere before?"
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