Chapter 91
◎ “The face is flushed and the forehead is dark…”◎
The waves, which were not violent, hit the bottom of the yacht again and again.
The sea breeze was blocked and blew upwards, blowing back Chihoko Hanano's long hair that was draped over her shoulders.
Hanano Chiheko's gaze fixed on the rising waves, "Perhaps in this world, only a few people can find what they truly desire, and you..."
Hanano Chiheko smiled at Amuro Toru and said, "They happen to be the luckiest group of people."
Amuro Toru looked at Hanano Chihoko with a complicated look in his eyes for a moment, "What about studying medicine? Isn't studying medicine also a good option?"
"Um……"
Hanano Chihoko hesitated for a moment. "Actually, to be honest, the reason I studied medicine in the first place was... for my brother."
Amuro Toru was surprised for a moment, then he had some idea.
"It's quite unexpected!"
Hanano Chiheko propped up her head with her hands. This was the first time she had spoken so openly and honestly with someone...
No, it was the half-policeman who talked about his past with Gin.
"When I was very young, my brother was very busy and never came home. Sometimes, even when he did come back, he was covered in injuries."
"At that time, I thought that if I studied medicine in the future, I could protect my brother."
At this point, Hanano Chiheko let out a long sigh, "The opposite is true: as of now, it seems my brother still protects me more."
"Protect you..." Toru Amuro looked at Chihoko Hanano for a while, turned around and leaned against the railing, the sunlight passing through the gaps in her golden hair.
Amuro Toru remained silent for a moment in the shade, and murmured to himself, "Are you sure?"
Hanano Chiheko didn't quite hear it. "What?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ichiro Kurokawa picked up the microphone and said to everyone who had now moved to the deck, "Today is a good day. Please allow me to sing 'Tokyo Ondo' for everyone!"
Festive music played in coordination.
"Haha, if you want to dance, then let's dance Tokyo Ondo~"
It was not enough for Ichiro Kurokawa to be deeply self-absorbed alone, he even asked someone to bring out the LED scrolling subtitles and invited everyone to sing along with him while looking at the lines.
“What an old song…”
Chihoko Hanano couldn't help but complain, while Toru Amuro stared at Ichiro Kurokawa's unusually excited face, seemingly thinking about something.
Chihoko Hanano noticed something and followed Toru Amuro's gaze towards Ichiro Kurokawa.
Even though there are dark circles under his eyes that cannot be concealed even with concealer, Kurokawa Ichiro still manages to remain incredibly energetic all day long.
Hanano Chihoko's mind unconsciously recalled the two descriptions she and Amuro Toru had given of the same person when they were looking at the photo: "a flushed face and a dark forehead..."
A frightening thought suddenly popped up in Hanano Chiheko's mind.
Could it be that this person...used a "magic" bonus?
Is this the world of the rich?
Why is it so perverted?
Chihoko Hanano was lost in thought.
Seeing Hanano Chiheko's expression, Amuro Toru naturally knew what she was thinking. He patted her hand gently and said, "Go ahead."
"Oh, okay."
Chihoko Hanano mechanically joined the crowd, lip-syncing, smiling and clapping mechanically.
Oh, acting is so tiring.
…
Night falls and the dancing begins.
The LED ambient lights that were deliberately dotted around him all shone on Ichiro Kurokawa.
Ignoring the bodyguard's repeated dissuasion, Ichiro Kurokawa still stood on the dance floor which matched his temperament.
Chihoko Hanano took a sip of water, took Toru Amuro's hand, and slowly walked into the dance floor to start dancing.
At exactly eight o'clock, the originally passionate music came to an abrupt end. Before everyone could react, the lights in front of them all went out.
"W-what's going on?!"
Even though he was the main planner of this event, there was obvious surprise in Kurokawa Ichiro's loud voice.
At this time, a masked staff member ran out of the cabin and said, "Mr. Kurokawa, the main control room has been infected with the virus!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
"What!"
Kurokawa Ichiro took a deep breath, anger evident on his face, "Then quickly activate the emergency power supply!"
“Oh, yes!”
After ten seconds of deathly silence, the lights came on again, and on the surrounding LED screens, the words "Happy birthday, brother. It's a pity that I, your younger brother, will never be able to celebrate my 60th birthday!" scrolled out at the same time.
"younger brother?"
Everyone was whispering to each other. A woman dressed in elegant attire seemed to recall something and started chatting, "Is it the second son of the Kurokawa family who didn't support the group's listing many years ago?"
The male companion agreed, "It should be him, but he...didn't he die a long time ago?"
As soon as he finished speaking, perhaps due to psychological effects, the gentle sea breeze suddenly began to howl.
The cold wind blew into everyone's heart instantly, especially Ichiro Kurokawa.
Ichiro Kurokawa's breath was stuck in his throat, making him feel very uncomfortable.
The bodyguards also noticed that Ichiro Kurokawa was not in good condition and hurried over to support him.
"Mr. Kurokawa, Mr. Kurokawa!"
Seeing this, Kurokawa Ichiro's close associates rushed over to show their concern.
The bodyguard had to distract himself from the crowd control, "Don't crowd!"
Amidst the chaos, Chihoko Hanano saw Ichiro Kurokawa gasping for breath and taking out a bottle of medicine from his arms.
Amuro Toru flipped his fingers in an instant, and the bottle, which Kurokawa Ichiro was already holding unsteadily, fell out of his hand instantly.
The arc design of the medicine bottle caused it to roll continuously on the already slightly shaking deck, and from time to time it was kicked further away by people who didn't notice it.
"My medicine!"
Ichiro Kurokawa was no longer able to shout, so he crouched down and ran quickly towards the medicine bottle.
Ichiro Kurokawa's eyes were bloodshot, and at this moment his desire to survive surpassed everything else.
The bottle was about to roll off the edge of the railing. At this moment, as long as the hull tilted, the bottle would be completely thrown into the bottomless sea.
In a flash, a pair of white hands picked up the medicine bottle like timely rain and extended it to Kurokawa Ichiro.
Hanano Chihoko maintained a socially polite smile on her heavily made-up face and said in a low voice, "Mr. Kurokawa, your medicine."
“Oh, thank you so much!!”
Ichiro Kurokawa snatched the medicine bottle, opened it like crazy, poured out a pill, tilted his head back and swallowed it.
After a while, Kurokawa Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief, and in the blink of an eye he saw a small group of people coming up to him to show their concern.
Who gave you the medicine just now?
Ichiro Kurokawa didn't have time to think about it. Thinking of the strangeness of the LED light, he took a deep breath and immediately wanted to find out who was causing trouble.
"Everyone, don't leave. I'm going to send someone to investigate." But just as Kurokawa Ichiro was about to rush over to attack, his vision went dark again.
In the darkness, the most impressive memories become clearer.
Thinking of the blood-red "greeting" on the LED screen just now, Kurokawa Ichiro couldn't help but shudder, "What happened again?!"
"The emergency power supply has failed and needs maintenance." The familiar staff member replied.
“When will it be repaired?”
Kurokawa Ichiro stepped forward and asked.
"About... in three hours."
As soon as the operator finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.
Obviously, no one could bear to wait for three hours in the cold wind.
At this time, the person who had been watching the fun with an indifferent expression suggested, "It's getting late, and it's just a low-level prank anyway. If there's nothing else to do, let's go back and rest."
Ichiro Kurokawa opened his mouth, but had to compromise when facing those people he couldn't afford to offend.
"Then everyone go back to your rooms and rest. We'll land tomorrow morning."
When Chihoko Hanano and Toru Amuro returned, the staff happened to come out.
【Author’s words】
Get off the boat tomorrow!
The song is from 1993, a century-old
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