The two students were a bit far away, and by the time they were all picked up, it was already dark.
Furuya Rei casually inquired, "Are you celebrating on these days? Are you going today or in a few days?"
"It's already dark, so it's a bit late to go today, so why don't we go in a couple days?" He suggested thoughtfully, glancing at Ichijō Mirai, "It's just as well, we're all free the last few days, so we could get together and have a social gathering or something?"
"Do you know that the students next door are very curious about you, anyone who looks good and seems to be nice to talk to will be accosted and asked about you, and we've been asked by almost all of them."
The 'next-door classmates' were the female cadets at the academy. Because of the urgency of the program, this year's male cadets had added a lot of new training programs that hadn't existed in previous years, and the probability of running into a female cadet during training was almost nil.
But they still do.
Whenever they ran into each other, Furuya Rei and the others were approached and asked for their personal information and information about Ichijō Mirai.
Recalling how they were approached, Furuya Rei added, "...Oh, there were also students from our class and other classes."
Not only the students who had barely met Ichijō Mirai, but also those who had met him frequently were curious about him.
Even those who met Ichijō Mirai regularly were curious about him. Although they didn't dare to interrupt him in front of his face, and they didn't dare to come in front of him to make their presence felt, they tried to make a good relationship with Furuya Rei and the others, and they made inquiries about Ichijō Mirai's likes and dislikes, and some of them even had the idea of 'Please say something nice about me to Mirai-san, I admire him!'
In response, Furuya Rei could only say, "..."
If not the other classes, how come even Onidzuka's class doesn't dare to go to Ichijō Mirai during non-training hours? Is this guy really so scary that...
He's not so scary that you can't get close to him, but he's so different between training and non-training, and so powerful that he doesn't resemble a normal human being, that he feels alienated, and most importantly, he's so good at disappearing, that he can't even be found by his classmates.
Furuya Rei was not even blinking as she was talking about the guy next to her who had just disappeared once.
"I'm fine with that, ask Morofushi-san," Ichijō Mirai said in a casual tone, then changed his tone, "Never mind, for Morofushi-san not to lose her right to choose a mate, why don't we do it another time?"
He looks sideways at Morofushi Hiromitsu and smiles, "What do you think?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
You said it, you said it, even if everyone knows you're already 'no, I'm holding a grudge, I need to find a way to screw Morofushi', you don't have to say it so openly, do you? Matsuda's classmates would protest.
"I think," He sighed, "it's better to get everyone together, in keeping with the lively atmosphere of Tokyo."
"Besides, I don't think you're going to be able to participate in this kind of daily activity again, there's no 'next time'."
That's true.
Ichijō Mirai didn't answer, and leaned a bit towards the driver's seat, moving his nose in a feigned sniffing motion, "Eh, I think I smell a not-so-good sharp odor, Furuya-san, you're not quietly scolding me, are you?"
He was certain: "I'm sure it is."
The reason was simple: how could his classmates not criticize someone like him? They must have talked about him for twenty-five hours a day.
Ichijō Mirai knew what he was talking about.
"Please don't take the liberty of mind-reading when changing the subject," Furuya Rei looked at Morofushi Hiromitsu, then at Ichijō Mirai, "so I'll let everyone know?"
He spoke from the heart: "I can't really picture Mirai-san in a sorority."
What's a sorority? It's a gathering where men and women of the right age for each other dine together, talk to each other with the intention of getting to know each other, and have a sweet, youthful love affair.
But Ichijō Mirai...
With all due respect to Furuya Rei, he felt that Ichijō Mirai could turn the fellowship into an admirer's meeting and a victim's consolation meeting.
With that in mind, he looked in the rearview mirror to the backseat and realized that his fellow students in the backseat were all wearing the same expression that he could tell at a glance that they were thinking the same thing.
One of the warriors spoke up, "Uh, sorority isn't the same as training, Mirai-san,"
"When it comes to girls in a sorority, it's best," Date Wataru said, and then changed his tone, "when it comes to men as well, it's best not to,"
"Don't make fun of people on purpose."
He was greeted with a look from everyone at Guts, so he stuttered for a moment before continuing, "Humans are at their softest when faced with lovers and objects of admiration, and if they get hurt at such a moment, and their anger level rises, then,"
I'm afraid that will be impressive memory, thirty years later at three o'clock in the morning, there will be a few police officers suddenly sat up indignantly: 'No, he's sick right! .
"There may be future lovers among the participants in the sorority," Date Wataru said, "or not too,"
Too much use of the natural skill of treating low blood pressure for free.
And had to add, "'Future lovers' means future lovers, not your lovers,"
Although the whole phrase means Ichijō Mirai's lover, it's a bit strange to say it so bluntly.
The strange thing was: "But, I really don't think Mirai-san has a girlfriend..."
The eyes of the students grew more respectful, from looking at a warrior, to looking at the world's number one warrior, to looking at the world's number one warrior who had passed away.
Matsuda Jinpei whispered, "You can just remove the uncertainty from that sentence and say it in a tone of conviction, right?"
"And it's not just this guy who doesn't look like he's going to have a girlfriend, Date-san, you don't look like you're going to have a girlfriend either!"
"What's the point of going to a sorority if you have a girlfriend!!!"
"But if I go," Date Wataru said with great sincerity, "I'll be able to help you stop Mirai-san's bad behavior, inform the instructor, or beat up Mirai-san, right?"
"If Mirai-san goes to the sorority, and one of you doesn't, can you really sleep in the dormitory?"
Not a bit.
He was fidgeting, turning on the TV to watch the news, calling to make sure Ichijō Mirai hadn't done anything, and checking with the instructor to make sure nothing had happened.
Matsuda Jinpei raises his hands in respect, "Suddenly I feel guilty for instructor Onidzuka, is this how he feels when we go out to train?"
That's too bad!
"Don't take the opportunity to vilify me, I'm not an NPC that can only hold a grudge against one person at a time," Ichijō Mirai glanced over and spoke down in a casual tone, "but it's true that Date-san doesn't look like he's going to have a girlfriend,"
He sat sideways in the driver's seat, his back against the window, absentmindedly, "How did you get a girlfriend?"
It was casual, like a diversion, not a genuine question.
But the car was quiet for a moment.
Furuya Rei peeked into the passenger seat while driving, "Uh, that-"
"Mirai, you-" Morofushi Hiromitsu organizes his words.
"Like," Matsuda Jinpei sat up straight, "not like-"
Kenji Hagiwara: "Someone who would pay attention to such a problem, right?"
Date Wataru once again became a warrior and honestly spoke his mind, "You seem to be really curious about how I chased my girlfriend."
"Even though you're usually very curious," Matsuda Jinpei also puts on his warrior's armor, "you can't be bothered, you're full of energy, and you're always flipping this and scratching that."
"But he still doesn't seem like someone who would pay attention to such issues," Morofushi Hiromitsu held up the warrior's sword, "It's very strange."
Furuya Rei: "So, you…"
"I'm actually curious about how to walk with an eye patch on," Ichijō Mirai said without changing his expression, "Can you teach me, code student who shall remain nameless?"
Furuya Rei: "..."
Why do you just dislike him? It's too much!
"Because not long ago, someone told me," Ichijō Mirai added, ''You look like a real piece of work, but my girlfriend likes you a lot, so I like you too, so can you go deeper with my girlfriend, with me?' I don't get it, but I'm shocked and curious."
"What's the problem, Furuya-san?"
Furuya Rei: "..."
It's a shock.
But why are you staring at him as if he's the one who made this ungodly statement!
Before he could protest, he saw Ichijō Mirai suddenly look at Morofushi Hiromitsu, his gaze sharpening, "Wait, what are you thinking?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
He really wasn't thinking about who that person was who had the audacity to say such a thing to Ichijō Mirai without fear of retribution.
Nor did he think about the person who couldn't stay away from Ichijō Mirai so much that he had a girlfriend and wanted to stay together.
Nor did I wonder if that was the real reason why Ichijō Mirai was so upset today.
Not to mention that Ichijō Mirai had to change his speech to 'You're my brother, we're inseparable, I like you a lot, and my girlfriend can like you a lot too, so let's go deeper together' to 'You're not a thing, I don't like you, but my girlfriend likes you'.
I'm not into you, but my girlfriend is into you'. More and more, I didn't think about whether 'you're not a thing' was Ichijō Mirai's accusation of being sad about his rejection, or Ichijō Mirai's accusation of being bitter towards the other guy.
I didn't even think: Sure enough, the guy who can say such a thing should be kicked out as soon as possible.
Instead, I was thinking...
"I was thinking," Morofushi Hiromitsu knew too much, had too much room for his imagination to run wild, understood too much for a second, and had to do his best to control himself from blurting out something condemning right away, "that..."
He emptied his mind, barely finding a topic, "Zero."
"Zero, when did you buy a car? I've been thinking about it for a long time. I don't think I've ever seen you drive one before."
What a lame excuse.
But what a desire to live.
Furuya Rei glances over at Ichijō Mirai, cautiously watching his ears and nose, "Stole it from Instructor Onidzuka."
He passed a look over to him as he said 'What the hell were you thinking? Let's hear it! We've all been vindictive, so let's all die together! , while asking Date Wataru under his breath, "How did Date get a girlfriend? I'm curious too."
It's so obvious to change the subject.
But it's also obvious that Furuya Rei and Morofushi Hiromitsu are holding a grudge, as if Furuya Rei was the one who blurted it out, and as if Morofushi Hiromitsu just imagined something that definitely needs to be coded in a matter of seconds.
Date Wataru was silent before he said, "My girlfriend and I met in college,"
"It's not that hard to chase a girl, is it? The most important thing is to look at the other person's wish, if they have a good feeling about you..."
*
If they like you, then try to show your good side to them, contact them and meet them as much as possible, and show them what they like about you.
Ichijō Mirai exited the game, still thinking about Date Wataru's words, he thought: does Suzuki Sonoko have a crush on him?
Surely she does.
The reason was obvious, because he was handsome.
The reason...
Like a candle flickering in the wind, it seemed as if the love between a man and a woman that had arisen from it could turn precariously at any moment into the simple admiration of friendship.
Just like the other women that Ichijō Mirai had met during his recent trips as a detective, all of them treated him with the respect of a detective.
Thinking about it, Ichijō Mirai turned his head sideways in his seat and saw Suzuki Sonoko sleeping next to him.
The helicopter was so noisy that you could hear the buzzing even with headphones on, it wasn't a good place to sleep, but it was bedtime, and with a long drive and nothing else to do, most of the people were sleeping.
Suzuki Sonoko slept with her body slightly curled up on her side, her face turned toward Ichijō Mirai, one cheek pressed into the back of her hand and puckered up a bit, and her short brown hair falling down, blocking her other cheek, but not her well-defined neck.
The pair of green eyes often flashing bright light closed, eyelashes with a few light brown, very long, with the light breathing and occasionally slightly move a little, was the face of a few fingers of the hand exposed, the nails are not painted with what color beautiful nail polish, only represents the human health of the pink.
The bottom pink was darker, and the top pink was a little whiter.
As he watched, Ichijō Mirai suddenly raised his eyes to the back row, "Something wrong?"
The people in the back row were also asleep, except for the chubby Mr. Red Herring.
He was sitting directly behind Ichijō Mirai, with the hatch on one side and the villa owner on the other.
The owner of the villa was sleeping soundly, and he was examining Ichijō Mirai, and was not surprised to receive a sudden look and question, as if he knew that the detective would find out about his surreptitious observation, "Mr. Mirai seemed to be very relieved, and slept right after getting on the plane, not worrying about the helicopter accident or the murderer breaking free to take control of the helicopter and crashing into it, or ..."
"I..."
"Oh," Ichijō Mirai asked, "you haven't run away yet?"
He thought Mr. Red Herring would not get on the helicopter.
A criminal with a secret would be reluctant to contact the police, and with detectives around, he wouldn't get on a helicopter if he was afraid of being caught in the air, even if it was suspicious to break away from the crowd on a snowy night.
Mr. Red Herring was choked for a moment, and then, laughed again, "You really found out what was wrong with me a long time ago, you got on the helicopter and went straight to sleep, I thought you didn't find out about it."
"No wonder Ms. Tanaka was so afraid of you that she changed her murder plan."
"Some people died, but not really," Ichijō Mirai tapped his fingers on the headset, and looked sideways, signaling the police in the driver's and passenger's seats, "the police are still there, they're not deaf, they can hear you."
Is it okay to say something that smells like a criminal?
"Ah," Red Herring frowned in annoyance as if he had just realized, "Oh no, I forgot."
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
Oh, don't worry about the police.
Apparently, Mr. Criminal in Disguise is confident that he won't be caught by the police.
So confident that Ichijō Mirai moved his hands around a bit and got a little itchy.
He didn't want to help the police, and he didn't think the foolish Japanese police could catch him even if he told them about his crimes in front of them, but it was hard not to get itchy when he was confronted with a new cat scratching board.
Red Herring seemed oblivious, "When did you realize Ms. Tanaka was the killer, Detective?"
From the moment she jumped in to make her presence felt.
Ichijō Mirai asked instead, "Are you deliberately provoking me?"
Provoking your senior?
"That's not true," Red Herring replied briskly, "Wouldn't it be simpler and more effective for me to target Ms. Suzuki directly if I were to provoke you?"
As he said this, he suddenly reached out and pushed the hatch open, swaying out like a nimble fish and letting the empty seat bear the brunt of Ichijō Mirai's knife.
The knife-like wind that blew in through the open cabin door caused sleepers to twitch their eyebrows and be awakened, and a few of the Organization personnel who had been playing dead in front of them had to turn their heads around, ready to carry out their original mission of extermination.
Red Herring was hanging on the cabin door with some surprised hindsight, "Wow, what a decisive attack, it's a good thing we didn't get too close to Ms. Suzuki."
"I didn't succeed in stopping the murder..."
"But it's nice to meet an interesting detective."
He smiled broadly and suddenly released his grip on the hatch and leapt downward, his fat and bloated body suddenly ripping apart and turning into a white color in the air.
The white color covered Red Herring's body, and when he reappeared, he was no longer the fat young man, but a white bowler hat, a white suit and cape, and a pair of one-rimmed glasses.
He was still falling, his cape was blown by the wind, and as he waved goodbye calmly, under the glasses, the young and handsome face showed a wilful smile, "Bye bye!"
It seems that this is an artistic criminal.
Some criminals leave unique traces at the scene of the crime, or wear specialized attire when committing crimes, and most of these special criminals are artistic criminals.
Otherwise known as the "Caught in the Act" criminals.
Ichijō Mirai doesn't take kindly to these fancy people, and in keeping with his philosophy of 'respect the blessing and don't die on my doorstep,' he'll avoid even bumping into them so as not to spill blood on himself.
Not to mention a criminal who purposely came in front of him even when he was 'sleeping' and patiently waited for him to wake up to provoke him.
But right now, the moment he met the white criminal's eyes, Ichijō Mirai's hand, which was about to flip out and pull him back, stopped, urgently stopping the force he had already exerted.
He moved his red eyes in confusion.
In the front row, a member of the organization subconsciously exclaimed, "Kaitō Kiddo!"
The others, who had been awakened by the wind of the high-altitude blade, caught a quick glimpse of the flamboyant and dashing white color, and exclaimed, "It's Kaitō Kiddo!"
"Why is Kaitō Kiddo here?!"
"Kaitō Kiddo..."
Yes, Kaitō Kiddo?
Ichijō Mirai thought: ...Isn't it Kudō Shinichi?