Miyano Akemi didn't expect that the boy would actually agree. It seems that he is not as otherworldly as he seems. He is quite humane. Could he be the kind of boy in the girls' comics who appears calm and composed but actually has a lot of inner drama?
She was about to introduce herself when she remembered the organization's rules.
Thinking of his real name, which he couldn't say, the joy on his face faded a little, but he still extended his right hand and took the initiative to introduce himself:
"Hello, my name is Saito Masami, and I hope you will be able to guide me in the future."
This is her pseudonym. Her last name is taken from the last name of the organization's guardian, and her first name is chosen by herself.
Fujiwara Yuu hesitated for two seconds before deciding to return the handshake, fearing the other person might feel awkward. He gave it a light shake and then quickly withdrew it, introducing himself:
"My name is Fujiwara Yuu, please give me your guidance."
"Fujiwara Yuu, that's a very rare surname... Can I call you Fujiwara-kun from now on?"
"Yes, sure."
"Then Fujiwara-kun, see you on Sunday next month. I'll bring you a gift when we meet again!"
In this life, Fujiwara Yu had never received a gift from someone of the same age. After hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he smiled.
"I'll be looking forward to it. Be safe on your way home."
"Um!"
This time, Fujiwara Yu did not close the door. Instead, he waited until Saito Masami's figure disappeared around the corner of the street before slowly closing and locking the door.
He returned to the archery field and cleaned up the area, then picked up the alcohol disinfectant spray and sprayed it twice on the palms he had shaken hands with. Then he turned and walked into his house, bent down to change into his indoor slippers, and came to the empty living room that did not have much of a residential atmosphere.
The Japanese-style house occupies a large area, and the interior decoration is all in cold colors. There are not many decorations, just like a model house that has not yet been moved into.
There is no way around this.
After my mother passed away due to illness, I moved to Tokyo with my father. My father has been living in the United States for a long time due to work. Apart from his active calls to communicate with me, I only see him a few times a year.
I am basically the only one living in such a big house, so I have no intention of decorating it, so it seems particularly deserted.
Speaking of his father, regardless of whether he has recovered his memories of his past life, he has always understood since he was a child that his father's job should be related to undercover police, otherwise he would not be so secretive like a thief every time they meet.
He wanted to ask his father what he was doing more than once, but ultimately chose to pretend to be ignorant.
But this did not prevent him from wanting to follow in his father's footsteps.
Fujiwara Yu took out the test transcript from the drawer. This was the result of the National Civil Service Examination Category I that he had secretly applied for without telling his father.
Whether it was the intelligence questions and knowledge questions in the basic exam, or the professional exam and comprehensive exam, he passed with the best A grade.
Simply put, he was the top scorer in the National Civil Service Examination, Category I, in 2011. Although he had heard that others had the same score as him, that didn't stop him from coming in first.
Fujiwara Yuu chose to take the civil service exam, and becoming a security officer was a route he had planned long ago.
There was also a little selfish motive involved - due to his mother's health problems and the nature of his father's work, he had been attending private school at home since he was a child and had no chance to interact with his peers, so he wanted to make some like-minded friends during his six-month career in the police academy.
He couldn't help but think of the short time he worked in the hospital before becoming a battlefield doctor.
"How about we wait until winter and have Dr. Fujiwara pay for us to go skiing? We can stay in a luxury ski hotel, soak in hot springs, and eat local cuisine!"
——"I think it's a good idea! Let's go see the sea in the spring. The sea in spring is so romantic!"
He met the patient when cicadas chirped in the summer, but parted ways when fallen leaves covered the ground.
Fujiwara Yuu couldn't help but look up at the bright spring light outside the window. "It's spring now. Have you seen the sea? I should be healthy and living a normal life."
I hope we can all get what we want.
Step across the four seasons and embrace a bright future.
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March 11, Sunday.
It was almost 4:30 in the evening, and the office worker Taiyang, who was in charge during the day, was ready to go home and refused to get off work overtime.
As usual, Fujiwara Yu put on his Kyudo uniform and prepared for Kyudo training. He chose the evening to test his night vision, as light would affect the accuracy of his archery to a certain extent.
But today he was clearly distracted, perhaps because he had become more anticipatory. He remembered that girl named Saito Masami had said she wanted to come see him again, even offering him a gift – today was Monday, would she show up?
Fujiwara Yuu knelt silently on the ground with his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him. It was a pity that his eyes that drifted towards somewhere from time to time betrayed his current restless mood.
I should have closed my eyes and concentrated, but I kept opening them and looking towards the courtyard gate.
Is that what he was looking forward to? He asked himself, but he got no answer.
About ten minutes passed quietly. Apart from the occasional bird song, the only sound was the engine noise of cars passing by the door. There was no sound of anyone knocking on the door.
“…”
Fujiwara Yu pursed his lips tightly, and judging by the drooping curve of his mouth, he was not in a good mood. He felt inexplicably deceived, so what was he expecting?
But just as he calmed down and brought the bow and arrow to the level of his eyes, a knock on the door caused him to lose his aim and shoot the arrow - it actually missed the target.
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