The words "Shugo-chan is so lucky" made Tsukiyama Asari be laughed at by the system for a whole day.

New hatreds piled up on old grudges. The next night, the moment Shugo Kasugawa stepped into Hagiwara Kenji's house, he reached out and beat him up. Knowing that he was coming, Date Kou and Matsuda Jinpei were both there. Matsuda Jinpei saw him come in and took advantage of Hagiwara Kenji's inattention to grab his arms.

Date Kou had no intention of trying to stop the fight.

Kasugawa Shugo had burned his hand from the previous mission, and now his entire left palm was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. Burns are the most torturous, and the pain is so intense that even after applying ointment, it still can't be relieved. Even if Hagiwara Kenji's arms were not controlled, he didn't dare to backhand randomly, and it finally turned into a one-sided fight. After venting all

his anger, Date Kou took out a large bottle of Coke from the refrigerator early. There were several paper bags on the coffee table with the logo of a famous fried chicken brand printed on them, waiting for someone who was "busy with things" to come back for a small gathering.

Hagiwara Kenji rubbed his shoulder that was under concentrated fire and grinned, "It must be bruised - Shuugo's hand was bruised today?"

"Yeah." They were all friends, there was no such thing as rules or not. After beating Shuugo Kasugawa, he rushed to the coffee table and sat down directly on the tile floor. He hurriedly opened the bag, picked up a piece of fried chicken covered with honey mustard sauce with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. Because the chicken piece was too big, his cheeks bulged out, and both corners of his mouth were covered with the sauce that had just been rubbed off.

"Be careful of the burns."

It was too late when Date Kou warned him. The other party had already bitten open the fried chicken in his mouth. The hot and tender gravy exploded in his mouth. The skin inside the mouth was extremely sensitive. Kasugawa Shugo's eyes were instantly burned and he swallowed the fried chicken in his mouth whole. "--Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Tsk." Matsuda Jinpei frowned.

He came back with injuries after just a few days of not seeing each other. Seeing that his chin had become pointed again, he walked over and sat down next to him, his long legs curled up in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa. He casually turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, raised his hand to pry open the other person's mouth, and snorted and laughed, "You are becoming more and more like a child. Let me see."

"Not that serious..." Kasugawa Shugo used the tip of his tongue to touch the small piece of burned skin in his mouth. He no longer felt any pain and turned his head away. "It's okay. No need to look."

Then he picked up another piece. "I've been chewing compressed biscuits for three days. I'm almost starving."

Seeing that Kasugawa Shugo was fine, Matsuda Jinpei withdrew his hand and picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Kasugawa Shugo gets ulcers easily when he eats hot food. When he was in the police academy, he could be seen holding a bowl of plain noodles and drooling over the spicy curry rice of other people every few days. Although it comes and goes quickly, it can be very torturous when it attacks, so he can only use ulcer patches.

And every time he gets an ulcer, the place is extremely tricky, and he can't get it in with his own patch. He can only look for his friends with a pair of round eyes. Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei, two guys with flexible fingers, are the best choices, but Hagiwara Kenji always teases him when he puts a patch on him, and he can't refute it when his mouth is pried open. Over time, Kasugawa Shugo only looks for Matsuda Jinpei.

The other party was also used to his friend coming to him with ulcer patches every now and then, and gradually developed into a situation where whenever Kasugawa Shugo got burned, he would nervously ask him to help check if the burned area had the potential to develop into an ulcer.

So when he saw Kasugawa Shugo getting burned just now, Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously took out his phone and turned on the flashlight to show the other party.

Matsuda Jinpei was thinking about this and that, and the others simply abandoned the sofa and sat on the floor. A popular variety show was playing on the TV, but no one paid attention to the content. Kasugawa Shugo ate three or four pieces before stopping and commented, "It's a bit greasy, not as good as Asari's."

Anyway, the others had met and chatted before, so it was okay to just say their names.

He thought so, but he found that after he said this, the expressions of the other three people were more or less a little bit wrong... Exactly the same as Hagiwara Kenji's expression yesterday!

"Haha..." Hagiwara Kenji laughed dryly a few times, trying to use ice cola to calm his brain that was about to burst out with some strange ideas, "...Tsukiyama's cooking is really delicious."

The topic turned to yesterday's explosion case again. Although it was a case, Hagiwara Kenji's house was definitely safe, and he and his friends had nothing to hide. When they were in the police academy, Kasugawa Shugo was asked to help by the Metropolitan Police Department, and when he came back, he often stayed in Furuya Rei's dormitory and told them the details of the case, but did not say any expanded content. It depends on who can be the first to deduce the murderer and the entire process of the crime.

"Both bombers were caught, but it was very strange," said Matsuda Jinpei. He frowned and poured the Coke as if it were wine. It was clearly over but the ending was hasty and awkward, leaving a mystery. "The first one who was caught was fine, but the second one..."

Kasugawa Shugo froze, but still listened to it. The original plan was to report to the police as soon as the criminals were discovered, and then let them catch them. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. In his rage, he injured the criminal so badly that the plan was completely disrupted.

"......That guy can't speak or write now," Jinpei Matsuda recalled the man's crazy face and pressed his eyebrows with some disgust, "He has gone crazy."

"Hmm..." The culprit pretended to think for a few seconds, "Are there any clues now?"

"No, this is the strangest thing. There are no fingerprints or traces, and the surveillance did not capture any suspicious persons."

That's good.

"So what's the status of this case now?"

"It's just been left alone. The higher-ups have stopped the matter from being investigated further, so it's just been left unresolved." Matsuda Jinpei yawned, as he never had a good face for the senior police officers. "They're really a bunch of bastards."

"Did you miss a few words?" Kasugawa Shugo laughed. At that moment, the other's expression overlapped with that of the curly-haired boy who said to them in the police academy half a year ago, "The police are all a bunch of bastards." However, compared to that time, his black-haired friend had matured a lot in both appearance and personality.

"Of course I have to change it," the other person said with a nonchalant smile, "otherwise, you will be scolded too."

Date Kou was replying to his girlfriend's text message, holding a piece of fried chicken in his hand for a long time without putting it in his mouth, and Hagiwara Kenji was also silent for a rare time. He stared at his two friends and talked nonsense, and suddenly said, "Come to think of it, Tsukiyama is too good to you."

"......Huh?"

"That's right," Hagiwara Kenji didn't think anything was wrong, thinking about the content of yesterday's chat, stretched out his hand and counted one by one, "When Shugo was in college, he sent you lunch boxes whenever he was free, right? Later, he also sent you lunch boxes several times in the police academy, and he also made the cake for Shugo's birthday..."

...It seems to be true.

I checked the background of the vest and couldn't refute it at all.

The cafeteria at the campus I attended during college didn't taste that good. The other cafeterias were delicious but far away. I had a heavy course load for my scholarship, and I had to rush to work at a convenience store at night, so I didn't have the time to travel that far. But I couldn't stand eating those weird dishes every day. When Tsukiyama Asari occasionally had a holiday from boarding school, I would help cook and deliver meals to school when I stayed at his place.

It's certainly not a hassle to cook and deliver meals to yourself. He thought for a moment and replied, "Because we have a good relationship."

"When I was in college, my sister never delivered meals to me because she thought it was a hassle," Kenji Hagiwara leaned over and said in a deliberately cheesy tone, "I'm Jinpei's best friend, but I've never seen him cook for me."

Jinpei Matsuda pushed away the other person's face with a look of disgust, and the oil left on his fingers from the fried chicken rubbed all over his cheeks.

"Then you really have to thank Jinpei," Kasugawa Shugo said with a smile, "Jinpei must be afraid of poisoning you, so he never cooked."

"Pfft...hahahaha then I really have to thank little Jinpei~"

"Are you looking for a fight?"

Halfway through the meal, Kasugawa Shugo's cell phone, which had been in his pocket, vibrated. He held the fried chicken in his right hand in his mouth and rubbed it on the napkin a few times to get rid of all the oil.

"Hello, senior." He sat up straight when he saw the phone number. Date Kou took the remote control next to him and turned off the TV sound. Matsuda Jinpei, who was pulling Hagiwara Kenji by the collar, also stopped.

"Yeah, yeah." After losing weight, the facial contours became clearer, and the eyes looked a little bigger. Kasugawa Shugo said seriously, "Yes, I know... There's no problem with the hand. Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Do you have a mission?" After the other party hung up the phone, Hagiwara Kenji asked a question that actually already had an answer. The man looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, I have something to do temporarily."

"It's okay." Date Kou sighed, "Are you full? I'll pack you a box to take away."

Although by the time the other party had time to eat, he would probably be freezing cold.

"I'm almost done." Kasugawa Shugo hurriedly put on his coat and lifted up the heel of his shoe with one hand, "Let's meet next time. I'm leaving first--"

"Hey--" Seeing that the man ran out in an instant, he didn't even wait for the elevator and rushed down the stairs. When Hagiwara Kenji arrived at the door, he only saw his afterimage running into the corridor, "Be careful--"

"Got it--"

Soon, the sound of a motorcycle engine came from downstairs, and the sound became smaller and smaller. Because it was driving too fast, it disappeared in a short while.

"Really." Hagiwara Kenji closed the door and sat back down at the coffee table, "It's only been a short while since he rested. What can he do when his left hand is in that state?"

"You haven't gotten used to it yet?" Matsuda Jinhei asked back, and he had lost his appetite and wiped his fingers clean.

"How can I get used to it? Doesn't the treatment in the General Affairs Office is bad? How come he has become so thin in just a few days?" He recalled the way the man's eyes sparkled when he saw the fried chicken just now, and he felt both amused and distressed, "Why does he look like he has no food to eat?"

In fact, they all knew that the cafeteria of the General Affairs Office was said to have the best food, but sometimes they were busy and couldn't eat or swallow, so they could only pack something easy to eat. It

was only like this when they occasionally encountered a case. How busy is that guy every day? He has lost all the fat on his cheeks in just a while.

Being muttered by his good friend, Kasugawa Shugo sneezed several times. There were not many cars at night, so he soon arrived at the door of the General Affairs Office. He took off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars, and ran into the gate in a few steps.

His performance in motorcycle skills training class has never been very good. It was only when he was about to graduate that the police academy gave him overnight training to reach his current level.

I don’t know when I can see those two guys again...

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