"ha???"
Matsuda Jinpei stared with half-moon eyes, feeling speechless. After all this time, you are a guy with poor direction. Even if you are a guy with poor direction, why don’t you follow me? Who gave him the confidence and courage?
Fujiwara Yuu, who was unwilling to admit that he was directionally challenged, saw that Matsuda Jinpei was silent and took the initiative to ask:
"Any questions?"
"Of course there's a problem, and it's a huge one!" Matsuda Jinpei's voice rose in frustration. He pointed behind him and said, "This is the correct route. If you go that way, there are only banks and office buildings and restaurants. Forget convenience stores, there aren't even any kiosk shops!"
Fujiwara Yu realized that he had taken the wrong road. He pursed his lips but couldn't say sorry to the guy in front of him. He could only say "oh" muffledly and passed by Matsuda Jinpei, moving forward and walking towards the correct route.
But after walking for just over ten minutes, he felt someone grabbing his arm. Turning around, he met Matsuda Jinpei's disgusted gaze and pouted to the side.
He looked to the side and realized that he had arrived at the supermarket. If he walked any further, he would pass by the supermarket.
Matsuda Jinpei let go of his hand with mixed feelings. At this moment, he felt like he was taking a child out who didn't want to cross the street hand in hand with an adult. He even wondered if he could walk to the end of the world without reminding him.
"Hey, what are you standing there for? You'll get scolded if you come home late."
Fujiwara Yuu had expected this guy to scold him, but he didn't say anything. So he wasn't as bad as he thought, so why would he say he became a police officer because he wanted to beat up the police chief?
I'm a bit curious, so I apologize in advance.
Seeing Fujiwara staring at him without saying a word, Matsuda Jinpei frowned uncomfortably and said:
"Hey, are you having a quarrel with me? I'm telling you—"
"I'm sorry for the delay."
"?"
This apology, on the other hand, left Matsuda Jinpei at a loss for words. He rubbed his natural curls irritably, and his stiff tone gradually softened as he said,
"Is it necessary to apologize for such a small matter? Just go in quickly and stop talking nonsense."
He now has the right to doubt whether Fujiwara Yu has falsified his age. He doesn't look like a vigorous teenager at all. Instead, he looks like a sixty-year-old old man with his hands behind his back, inspecting his son's company, career and family success.
Matsuda Jinpei's favorability towards Fujiwara Yu had originally increased by one percentage point, but when he saw the other party actually take out alcohol disinfectant spray from his pocket and spray it twice on the place he had just scratched, his favorability instantly dropped to the bottom.
Damn, is this guy sick?
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The author's thoughts:
Without thinking too much, Fujiwara did not dislike Yuu and said that he did not know that he had angered Matsuda.
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