It was really impossible to walk out of the main door of the women's restroom in broad daylight. Fortunately, there was an alley outside the window where no one usually walked. With White's help to keep watch, and after making sure that there was no one there, Fujiwara Yu easily climbed out of the women's restroom window, and before leaving, he did not forget to clean up the traces on the toilet cubicle.
He took off the CIA's specially customized agent gloves, took out the car keys from his trouser pocket and threw them into White's hand, and ordered:
"Wait for me in the car. I'll see if I can get any useful information."
"But Mr. Clare, if you get too close you might be discovered. You have an outstanding appearance and a high memory point." White reminded him kindly. If they really wanted to get close, his purple hair was too dazzling, and Clare's appearance was very abrupt in the crowd. He was the kind of handsome guy that you would remember after meeting him for a while.
"I'll sit farther away, don't worry."
Fujiwara Yuu removed the contact lenses that were drying his eyes and placed them back in their case, while reassuring White that he didn't need to worry about him. He certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to look for the seat next to him. He could use the power of the wind to eavesdrop and see if he could get any useful intelligence. Miyano Shiho would probably tell the truth to her sister.
He walked out of the alley at a leisurely pace, checking the time on his watch with a natural look. He could even sense the gaze lingering on him: it was the grassroots organization member White had warned him about, sitting at the second-floor window, monitoring the street situation.
With his left hand in his pocket, he gently pushed open the fresh-style wooden-framed glass door with his right hand. Accompanied by the wind chimes at the door, the female barista who was standing at the bar wiping water stains from the mug also cast her eyes over. After seeing the customer's appearance clearly, it was not difficult for her eyes to show a hint of surprise.
He wore a light gray suit jacket with black trousers, a blue striped tie neatly tied across his chest, and a white shirt buttoned all the way to the top. But beneath this formal suit, he sported a striking head of purple hair. The ultramarine earring in his left ear contrasted with his childlike complexion, and even a tattoo of a withered vine, unobscured by his collar, was visible.
This extremely contradictory feeling was instantly transformed into two impossibles under the young man's cold and indifferent expression.
Unpredictable and unapproachable.
After entering, Fujiwara Yuu didn't choose to look around for Miyano Shiho. Instead, he walked directly towards the bar counter, nodded slightly at the menu on the table, and spoke before the female barista could make a recommendation:
"A cup of iced lemon tea, extra ice."
"The total is 300 yen. Would you like to drink here or take away?"
"Drink here."
The clear and bright clean voice is between the voice of a boy and a young man.
The clear and melodious standard Kanto accent and familiar speaking speed made Miyano Akemi, who was talking to her sister, pause. She looked in the direction of the voice, but unexpectedly her gaze met that beautiful pair of eyes.
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Boom!
As their eyes met, she seemed to hear again the sound of the bowstring, which made her heart beat faster after the arrow missed the bowstring.
Even though the appearance of the person in front of him had changed, the cup of iced lemon tea in his hand had unknowingly betrayed his identity.
What's more, the moment their eyes met, Miyano Akemi clearly felt a 0.5 second flash of bewilderment in the other's calm ultramarine eyes. Although he looked away and regained his composure quickly, she still caught it.
Miyano Shiho, who was sitting opposite, noticed that her sister suddenly stopped talking. She turned her head and reached out to push away the leaves of the money tree that blocked her view. Then she noticed the young man with purple hair walking towards the empty seat farthest from them with a gloomy face.
Miyano Shiho, who was completely focused on her sister when she was with her, obviously didn't hear the conversation between the purple-haired young man and the female barista. She looked at the absent-minded Miyano Akemi with a puzzled look and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Sister, do you know that stinky-faced purple-haired guy?"
Miyano Akemi didn't know how to answer this question for a moment. If she told Shiho everything, she was afraid that Shiho would sharpen her knife and kill Fujiwara Yu who didn't want to even look at her. This was not the result she wanted to see. You have to know that the organization's monitor is still on the second floor. Any noise downstairs will definitely bring huge trouble to Fujiwara-kun.
"I don't know him, and Shiho, you can't just give people nicknames. It's very rude."
"Who made him wear that face that says 'You owe me 80 million yen'? There's no need to give strangers the cold shoulder, right?"
Miyano Shiho couldn't help but giggle. She held her chin and looked at her sister who only acted like a child in front of her, and couldn't help but complain in a low voice:
"Shiho, it seems like you only smile at me. You usually have the same expression."
"...That's different. Why should we be nice to those guys in the organization?"
Fujiwara Yu, who was sitting in the aisle booth, heard every word of their conversation, especially the sentence "I don't know him."
He reached into his trouser pocket and took out the contact lens storage box. After confirming that he was not wearing contact lenses, only he understood the bitter feeling in his heart.
Even Hondou Eikai could recognize the childish color, but she had actually forgotten it?
I left without saying goodbye four years ago, so why should I make her remember me? Now is not the time to think about this.
——"How have you been doing in the organization recently? I don't think they've given you any trouble."
——"Nothing has changed. I'm basically stuck in the lab every day. It's pretty good this way. At least I don't have to see those annoying faces. By the way, don't just talk about me. What have you been busy with lately, sister? Are you enjoying your graduate school life?"
laboratory.
After hearing these three words, Fujiwara Yuu paused, his hand on the glass slightly raised. The inexplicable emotion in his eyes gradually turned to disgust. How could an organization that has done so many evil things possibly conduct experiments that benefit society? They would only conduct some shameful things, such as human experiments.
"It's okay. I don't think graduate school life is as busy as college. Maybe it's because I chose a more relaxed major. Speaking of which, Shiho is almost old enough to have someone she likes, right? Is there anyone she likes in the organization?"
"Sister, are you kidding me? I hate those guys in the organization so much, but if it weren't for them... Never mind, let's not talk about such unpleasant things. But don't you want to have a relationship? You're already 22 years old."
——"What? Are you still planning on pushing me to get married? I wouldn't consider this while you were still in the organization."
After hearing this conversation, Fujiwara Yu's depressed mood actually showed signs of improvement. This made him react with a bitter taste on his lips. He naturally understood his own little thoughts, which was why he was angry.
She actually concealed her identity from him, and he never liked deception.
Especially the person you care about very much... lied to you.
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The reason why Miyano Akemi recognized Fujiwara Yu at a glance was because she missed him too much and tried her best to remember all the characteristics of the other person, so when she saw his ultramarine eyes and similar appearance, she recognized him at a glance.
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