Chapter 15
"At 7:00 this evening, an explosion occurred in a residential building in our city's XX community. The fire brigade rushed to the scene to put out the fire. Preliminary investigations revealed that the cause of the accident was a gas leak caused by improper use. No one was in the building at the time of the accident, so there were no casualties..."
When I saw this evening news, my heart sank.
Because matters related to terrorist organizations cannot be disclosed to the public, according to Rei Furuya, they can only announce that it was a gas leak to avoid causing public panic and alerting the enemy.
If that's the case, then the compensation for the house will be gone...
But the good news is that my homework was also blown up.
Yeah, at least I don’t have to do homework... Damn it, not only did they blow up all my homework, but they also blew up my textbooks, and my treasured collection of out-of-print game cartridges and limited edition peripherals... Terrorist organization, you really don’t deserve a good death!
Just when I was gritting my teeth in anger, Furuya Rei came back with a large bag of food and daily necessities, and told me the results of the accident investigation -
"The bomb was placed in an unopened gift box, and the timer was activated by remote control... Our intelligence personnel have found out who bought the gift and where it was purchased. It turns out that your mother, Masako Takahashi, bought it at a flower shop..."
He paused, observed my expression, and seeing that I showed no emotion, he continued,
"Of course, Ms. Takahashi has nothing to do with this case. We found out that the flower shop is the closest to the hotel where Ms. Takahashi is staying. The clerk that day was unwell, so a temporary worker was hired to replace her. It was this temporary worker who wrapped the gifts and bouquets. His identity is still under investigation..."
I said "oh" to indicate that I understood.
To be honest, I don’t care at all about what role Takahashi Masako played in this incident. I am more concerned about the safety of Aunt Emi.
"Any news about Aunt Huimei?"
He shook his head. "Not yet, but what is certain is that Senior Sister was not on that plane... This is also good news."
My heart finally relaxed a little, but then I immediately thought, if Auntie hadn't boarded that plane, facing so many terrorists surrounding her, and on the enemy's chassis, what if she was caught by the enemy...
Suddenly, Furuya Rei's hand touched the top of my head.
I looked up at him in confusion, my eyes seemed to say, "Do you think you are touching a dog?"
"Don't worry about the adults. Senior will definitely return safely. Just stay here and wait for our good news."
"...Then how long will I stay here?"
He stroked his chin and thought for a moment before speaking, "If it's fast, about half a month?"
I started to have a bad feeling, and then I asked, "What if... it's slow?"
"Two to three months, maybe half a year! Don't worry, I've already informed the school's higher-ups. I'll ask for a two-month leave of absence, citing your shock and needing to rest..."
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.
"Yes, this is a fake order approved by the leader, it's genuine."
Hey, hey, hey, could you please not say such horrible things with such a cheerful look on your face?
The smile on my face instantly disappeared. "Perhaps you know that I have less than half a year left to take the most important exam in my life - the high school entrance exam?"
He was stunned for a moment, then imitated my tone, "Perhaps you could consider repeating a year?"
I immediately replied with a smile: "Go to hell!"
*
It is impossible to repeat a grade. If I were asked to endure another boring year of the third year of junior high school, I would die on the spot. So under my death gaze, Furuya Rei surrendered and said that he would definitely find a way to solve my study problems.
I looked at him coldly as he vowed: You'd better be.
And then the next day—
A man in a black suit carrying a briefcase arrived at the safe house. His name was Kuroki Tadashi, a public security officer and a graduate of the University of Tokyo, a truly top student. It was precisely because of this that he had been assigned by his superiors to oversee my studies.
His facial features were very resolute, and coupled with his height of over 1.8 meters and a body of muscles that filled out his suit, he looked more like a gangster than a policeman.
Especially when he sat in front of me, turned on the desk lamp and turned it towards me, the glaring light made it impossible for me to open my eyes for a moment, and physiological tears began to flow.
He then pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase, spread them out in front of me, and said, "I've reviewed your transcripts from the past two years and discovered that your grades in all other subjects are very average... I mean, averagely poor. But there's one subject... math, that's the worst of the worst. So, let's address your primary concern first, and we can slowly address the other minor issues later."
After saying that, he took out several math books, from the sixth grade of elementary school to the third grade of junior high school, without missing a single one.
No, I can understand junior high school textbooks, but why bring out elementary school textbooks as well?
"You need to review the knowledge from elementary school... or rather, prepare for it..."
Thanks, I was insulted.
"Nod if you understand, shake your head if you don't. It's that simple. Do you understand?"
But the other party had a stern face, sat solemnly and looked at me expressionlessly, just like he was interrogating a prisoner in an interrogation room. It felt like he would get angry and point a gun at me if I dared to say a word of objection.
I shamefully gave in and grunted reluctantly.
Anyone is fine, please come and save me!
*
Four hours later, Mr. Kuroki gave me a bunch of homework and left the safe house.
I breathed a sigh of relief, slumping down on the table like a boneless animal. Zero walked in, "Class is over! Isn't Mr. Kuroki awesome? He's a top graduate from the University of Tokyo!"
"Thanks to you, he tortured me for four hours! Is he really a policeman?"
I answered weakly.
"Of course, Mr. Kuroki is the ace of the interrogation class!"
I:"......."
#The ace of the police interrogation class is actually my math teacher!!!
The mask of pain has been welded to my face.
"Learning is a process full of sweat and tears, but I think this little gift will make you happy."
I waved my hands with a deadpan expression, "I don't think I'll ever be happy again."
"Really? Then I'll have to keep this new phone for myself!"
I jumped up immediately, took the phone from his hand, held his hand, and said in a very sweet voice: "Brother Ling, you are fine. You are handsome and kind-hearted. I am lucky to have you."
My cell phone was affected by the previous explosion. Most of the main parts inside were broken and I couldn't turn it on at all. I had to remove the SIM card.
Now that I have a new phone, I can't wait to insert the card into it.
As soon as the internet was connected, messages started pouring in like mushrooms after rain. Some were from classmates expressing their concern, and some were from Sister Xiong, but most were from Echizen Ryoma.
He must have seen the report in the news and kept asking if anyone was injured and why he didn't reply to his message.
I quickly read his message and replied:
[I really like Fujiya: Hehe, my phone was blown up, so I haven't been able to reply to messages.]
I really like Fujiya's post: "I'm fine! But the house is in trouble... I might end up homeless... wuwuwu..."
I waited for a while, but there was no reply from Ryoma Echizen. Looking at the time, I guessed that guy had just finished school and was probably still practicing in the club.
Thinking of this, I closed his chat page with peace of mind.
Next up was Senior Cactus's chat box. He'd changed his profile picture at some point, replacing the old cactus with a white star cactus.
I feel a little regretful when I think of the white star cactus that I just planted and has not yet bloomed.
Then, for some unknown reason, I clicked on the conversation page with Senior Cactus.
At first, it was just some normal sharing of daily pictures and words, but later, after about two or three days without any reply from me, he realized that something was wrong, so he sent me -
【Cute Cactus: Schoolgirl?】
[Cute Cactus: Junior, you haven't replied to my message for three days. Are you okay? I'm worried about you...]
And then the last sentence——
[Cute Cactus: Did I say something wrong? Junior, do you want to break up with me?]
The accompanying picture is a cat crying expression.
I:! ! ! ! !
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