·27｜Exclusive to Jinjiang·27 (Second Update)
A cute keychain for Captain Downturned Eyes.
The mobile unit has two genius ace soldiers who graduated from top universities with degrees in mechanical engineering. One of them, Kenji Hagiwara, is known for being easy to talk to and having high emotional intelligence. But these past few days, he has been radiating a dark, oppressive aura, to the point that he could attract evil spirits.
Even though good-tempered people can be particularly terrifying when they get angry, the members of the explosives team were as obedient as chicks, sitting quietly in their seats, not daring to utter a single word, even though Kenji Hagiwara always had a smile on his face.
They used to dare pat Kenji Hagiwara on the shoulder and jokingly ask him to buy them coffee.
Kenji Hagiwara slumped back in his seat, a pen spinning rapidly between his fingers. He felt as if a cloud of nitrogen was trapped in his lungs, unable to rise or fall, causing him great discomfort.
Being interrupted during his confession was already frustrating enough, but these past few days the mobile unit has suddenly become very busy, and he hasn't even seen a soft bread roll.
There wasn't a single picture of Soft Bread on his phone, so every day Kenji Hagiwara could only frantically open his email to read through his chat history with Soft Bread.
The food in the cafeteria was a bit salty today; one of his subordinates failed the physical fitness test and was punished by having to run ten laps; he heard that a new restaurant opened in Beika Street… Kenji Hagiwara had so much to say to Soft Bread. Concerned words flowed on his tongue, but in the end, they were compressed into just a few words in a text message—"What are you doing, Soft Bread?"
Casual, yet every word is sincere and heartfelt.
Half a minute later, the phone vibrated slightly; it was a message that Lai Chuan had returned from the underworld.
"I'm having a delicious meal, does the second-year graduate student officer want to join me?"
Only at this moment would Kenji Hagiwara hold his phone and let out a gentle smile.
"No, I have to work overtime again today. Eat more, and let me know if you need more money."
Lai Chuan Huang Quan:
"No need, I'm a little rich girl! But you, the second-year graduate student officer, are always treating. If I ever eat you out of house and home, remember to tell me, and I'll take care of you!"
Hagihara Kenji:
"Oh dear, is this soft bread going to feed me?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan:
—"Well, who told me to be the leader of the Soft Bread Cult~"
"Is it actually the cult leader? Although I think it looks more like a lucky charm."
Kenji Hagiwara rested his chin on his hand, repeatedly reading the message sent by Yomi Raikawa, and chuckled softly. He could even imagine Yomi Raikawa standing with her hands on her hips, proudly declaring that she would take care of him.
"But I really should work harder and get a promotion and a raise." Otherwise, how can I afford to feed this super-eater soft bread?
Kenji Hagiwara wiggled his fingers and turned to look out the window. The fluffy white clouds on the horizon were as soft as cotton candy; a bite of them would surely be incredibly chewy, just like freshly baked soft bread from a bakery, fragrant and fluffy.
Fragrant and soft bread...
Slender, delicate hands, soft, supple feet—Kenji Hagiwara suddenly recalled the warmth and softness in his palm when he held hers. He dared not exert force, yet he wanted to grasp it all…
Kenji Hagiwara's smile froze, his mood soured again. He slumped onto the table, vigorously ruffling his long hair: "Damn it, I really want to go hang out with Soft Bread."
The squad members, who had been force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), dared not utter a sound: ...
Captain Matsuda alone has already given them enough trouble, and now even their only bright spot, Captain Hagiwara, has entered a gloomy state. The entire Explosives Division office is in turmoil. Will things ever get any better?
Help! If all else fails, Captain Hagiwara, please bring the soft bread to the office. We promise we won't tell anyone.
But fantasies are always beautiful.
The more beautiful the sunset outside the window, the worse the gloomy atmosphere in the explosives room.
Kenji Hagiwara was surrounded by a low-pressure atmosphere until a text message broke the icy chill—his phone, which he had carelessly tossed on the ground, lit up with a ding, and the words "soft bread" appeared in the sender's information.
Kenji Hagiwara was casually sitting cross-legged on the floor, disassembling a mechanical case, holding a screwdriver. Upon seeing the sender's name, he instantly straightened his back, and his droopy eyes lit up.
With machine oil stuck to his hands, the fingerprint unlock didn't work. Ken Hagiwara rubbed his hands vigorously on his suit pants, not caring whether the lack of cleaning would ruin the entire suit.
Kenji Hagiwara smiled gently and hurriedly swiped to open the screen, but his expression froze the moment he saw the message. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth.
"asshole!"
Kenji Hagiwara squeezed out a word through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to tear someone apart.
The message from Soft Bread was only a short sentence, but it was enough to ignite Kenji Hagiwara's anger—"Kenji, I encountered a pervert! He touched me!"
The usually easy-going man was so angry that his shoulders trembled. He grabbed a leave slip and quickly signed his name.
"I have an urgent matter! I'll be back in a bit!" With that, Kenji Hagiwara slammed the leave request on his superior's desk and ran off without looking back.
The composite material tabletop was slammed shut with a deafening roar, even causing the pen holder on the table to bounce off the surface. The mobile unit commander was startled, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and adjusting his glasses, which had slipped down his nose.
He clutched the note with only his name on it, frowning as he watched Kenji Hagiwara disappear down the corridor, hesitating to speak: "Do these brats even respect me...?"
But Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji were both personally invited to join the team by him; they were once-in-a-century geniuses. As long as they didn't make any major mistakes, he really wouldn't do anything to them.
"Why……"
With a long sigh, before putting the leave slip into the drawer, the mobile unit commander thoughtfully filled in the leave dates for Kenji Hagiwara.
An hour later, the menacing head of the explosives division returned.
This time, however, Kenji Hagiwara reverted to his usual radiant self, hands in his pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips. A few steps behind him, a soft bread wrapped in his suit jacket trotted into the SWAT team's common area.
Kenji Hagiwara was already tall, and his near-perfect body proportions made his limbs appear long and slender. As a result, even Yomi Laichuan, whose body proportions were already considered superior among men, couldn't even stick her fingertips out from the well-draped sleeves of Hagiwara's jacket after putting it on.
“Soft bread,” Kenji Hagiwara pulled out his office chair, gesturing for her to sit down in his seat. “You can sit here and play for a while. After Jinpei and I finish disassembling this mechanical box, we’ll take you to eat.”
After saying that, he deliberately went to the aisle with the vending machine, emptied half of it, and piled up a small mountain of various snacks in front of Lai Chuan Huang Quan: "These are snacks for Soft Bread."
"Alas!"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan stared wide-eyed in horror, shrugging her shoulders as she looked around, her face flushing red under the astonished gazes of the surrounding police officers.
She pursed her lips and glared fiercely at Kenji Hagiwara.
That idiot in her second year of graduate school! She has her pride too!
Kenji Hagiwara clearly understood this as well. He casually picked up a candy from the table, peeled off the coating, and fed it to Yomi Raikawa: "Because I didn't know what soft bread liked, I bought a lot of each kind. ...Apple flavor, do you like it?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan, with a translucent green apple in her mouth, remained silent. She lowered her head and glanced to the other side, her feet fidgeting restlessly. She used the tip of her tongue to press a spherical fructose between her molars and skin, creating a small bulge on her cheek.
The riot police officers stared at the scene before them with subtle expressions, not daring to blink.
The little witch who knocked them unconscious with a newspaper when they first met, now wearing two croissant-like buns, was sitting obediently in a swivel chair. She was wearing a knitted mini-skirt underneath and Hagiwara's jacket over it, and only half of her slender fingers could be seen from the cuff of her hand holding the drink, making her look even smaller.
Most importantly, the little witch's ears turned slightly red when she opened her mouth to take the hard candy that Kenji Hagiwara had peeled open. Even though she and Captain Hagiwara had been wrestling for a bit when they first met.
The contrast between the characters' appearances and their adorable side is overwhelming; cuteness has permeated the entire squad. The burly officers from the Explosives Division uniformly clutched their chests, took a deep breath, and felt their muscles go limp.
It would be even better if Captain Hagiwara didn't have that doting expression.
It's really sweet, but it's also really an eyesore.
The gazes from all around were too intense. Lai Chuan Huang Quan kept fiddling with his men's jacket and complained under his breath, "Seriously, you should get back to work, you damn officer!"
Yomi Lai hadn't originally planned to come to the Metropolitan Police Department with Kenji Hagiwara, but that idiot insisted on dragging her into his car because he didn't feel comfortable letting her wander around outside alone.
He lied to her, saying it was after work hours and the office was empty, but the eyes around him were practically like searchlights, fixed on him. Like beams of light converging into a single point during a prison break in a Hollywood blockbuster, their gazes as they turned to look at Lai Chuan Huang Quan were almost scorching.
"Hey, you little coward."
Matsuda Jinpei sat cross-legged on the floor, raising an eyebrow: "What's wrong with you today? Hagi got your text message and ran off in a hurry."
"I ran into a pervert with weird eyebrows," Lai Chuan Huang Quan crunched the candy in her mouth, puffed out her chest, and said proudly, "I beat him up."
However, Kenji Hagiwara was incredibly fierce when he came to pick him up today. The man with the strange eyebrows tried to speak several times after seeing the Mobile Supremacy badge pinned to Hagiwara's chest, but Hagiwara stopped him each time.
Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Yomi Yorikawa, let out a cold snort, and said nothing more. He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and continued fiddling with the equipment in his hands.
But Yomi Lai didn't care too much about Jinpei Matsuda's reaction. She put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, and looked at Kenji Hagiwara with a smug little expression that asked for praise: "How about it? Aren't I super awesome?"
Kenji Hagiwara smiled, his eyebrows curving upwards: "That's right, soft bread is super delicious."
As he gently rubbed the top of Yomi's head with his palm, the squad members even suspected that they saw a tail wagging wildly behind Yomi.
Kenji Hagiwara: "Soft Bread, do you still remember what you promised me?"
Lai Chuan Huang Quan: "Of course I remember, I must protect myself before taking any action."
Kenji Hagiwara smiled and tilted his head: "Great, I'll take you out for a late-night snack tonight."
The squad member who had been choking on dog food since earlier: ...
That's enough for you two!
At least be a decent human being!
Don't randomly shoot pink bubbles!
It wasn't until this moment that the squad members belatedly realized that Captain Hagiwara's rainy weather wasn't so unbearable after all.
[Author's Note]
Bonus chapter owed:
Nutrient solution x2, comment x1
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