Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

"Let's... hurry home..."

"Not asking any questions?"

Hanabi Hanabi tugged at his sleeve, shyly lowering her head, "Hanabi... wants to lean against Kai-kun..."

"What, am I touching you randomly?"

"Yes, yes, that's fine..."

Milk and coffee were placed together in the shopping cart, quietly overlapping.

"Then let's go home first." Uesugi Kai smiled faintly.

Today, Xiaohuahuo didn't get any answers from her.

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July 27th, the last day of the sports festival.

Logically speaking, summer vacation should have started by now.

In the final match of the kendo competition, he faced Hanamaru Nobuzuki.

While fighting him, Uesugi Kai kept thinking about what he should call him.

The son of his wife's father's sister...

In China, they would be called cousins-in-law; in Japan...

Here, even maternal uncles are collectively referred to as "uncles," so they should all be called "cousins."

However, it's generally fine to address peers by their given names.

The outcome of the match was not in doubt, after all, Uesugi had defeated Shinzuki before.

He had already witnessed even more powerful techniques and characteristics from his father-in-law regarding the manifestation style he displayed.

Let's end it here.

“It’s over,” Uesugi Shio said. “But it’s a real shame that Hanamaru Nobuzuki lost. He’s a swordsman known as a monster.”

Kai Uesugi remembers that some people in the gymnasium did look at him strangely back then.

"well enough."

"What do you mean 'it's alright'?" Uesugi Shio glanced at his lazy and indifferent words. "Do you think the Hanamaru family is weak? Swordsmen from the Hanamaru family are all monsters. Your father-in-law used to be one."

"Let's talk about it at the national conference."

"Oh, right." Uesugi Shio called out to Uesugi Kai, who was about to leave the gymnasium.

"Is there anything else?"

"During summer vacation, I want to go back to my grandpa's place to visit."

"Back to Ehime Prefecture?" Uesugi Kai turned around.

"I'm still worried about Grandpa."

Kai Uesugi turned around and said, "Although the old man is very stubborn, he is also very shrewd, so there's no need to worry too much."

“But,” Uesugi Shio raised her head, “it’s always better to see things with your own eyes, right? Grandpa was so good to us younger generation, and I can’t bear to see the oranges that he had pinned his whole life on just disappear like this.”

Memories of the past have the color of a black and white photograph.

But the orange hue of the old man's orchard is an indelible color.

At that time, the old man hugged his expressionless self, laughing as he told an extremely boring story to coax a child, his breath filled with the sweet scent of tangerines.

“I understand what Shio-nee means,” Uesugi Kai’s tone also became serious. “I will talk to Dad about it.”

However, the most urgent task is to work with my father-in-law to deal with that perverted bastard.

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On the other side, Kitagawa Sakakisa sat in a room the size of six tatami mats, drinking plain water like she was drinking tea.

dong dong...

knocking.

"Please come in." Kitagawa Sakakisa took a sip of water.

Banping Suzhi changed his shoes in the narrow entryway, sat cross-legged in front of her, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How is it?" Kitagawa Sakakisa looked at Banping, whose forehead was covered in sweat.

Banpei Suji rested his hands on his knees and said, "Miss, we've found the location of the person you mentioned."

Kitagawa Sakakisa exclaimed excitedly, "Really!?"

Banpei Suji picked up the large water jug ​​in front of him, gulped it down, then wiped his mouth with his arm and said, "That guy follows your friend every three days, keeping a very far distance and basically never showing his face."

Kitagawa Sakakisa stood up excitedly: "Alright! Hanpei and I will go and catch that guy and beat him up!"

"Miss."

"What's wrong!" Kitagawa Sakakisa looked at him. "Is there a problem?"

"Actually, that person was just following your friend."

"Ahem," Kitagawa Sakakisa, puffing out her chest, closed her eyes, clenched her right fist, and coughed lightly twice. "Anyway, they're all perverts, so just arrest them."

And it's even related to the Hanamaru family's son.

Banping Suzhi frowned slightly. Ever since he saw the indescribable curves of the stone, he had always found that person very strange.

No matter how much time has passed, he will always tell himself that the stone that passed through the dense crowd was not something a person could throw.

"Miss, is there anything strange about that stone?"

"What stone?" Kitagawa Sakakisa asked in confusion, her facial injuries having healed.

"Throw away your pebble."

“It’s strange, but there’s nothing we can do about it; he’s already thrown it away,” Kitagawa Sakakisa said.

"Miss isn't angry?" At times like this, she should be very angry.

“Getting angry…getting angry won’t help…it’s impossible to explain to him…” Kitagawa Sakakisa muttered softly, head down. “Besides, he’s Hanabi-chan’s boyfriend.”

"Miss."

"No, no need to talk about that now, let's hurry up and catch the bad guy."

Kitagawa Sakakisa stood up, revealing her slender legs in black stockings beneath her black skirt.

"I remember all the things you've done, Hanpei! When I, Sakakisa, am rich, I'll definitely hire you as my bodyguard! The kind that pays 500 million yen a month!"

"..."

"Miss, you should be content if you can support yourself in the future."

Kitagawa Sakakisa's face turned red: "N-N-I don't care! Let's go!"

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Shinjuku Police Station.

Hanamaru Hiroki kept flipping through the criminal investigation files at the Metropolitan Police Department; so many strange and unusual cases were all handed over to him, the councilor, for review.

This is really a huge headache.

knocking.

Ishibashi Kazushi walked in, carrying documents in his arms.

"Have you found the suspect in that case?"

Hanamaru Hiroki was referring to the incident where someone was following Hanabi; he originally intended to investigate it himself.

But unfortunately, he was juggling two jobs and was constantly overwhelmed with work.

The only option was to send subordinates to investigate and collect evidence.

After all, investigating stalkers who follow ordinary citizens and female high school students is also one of the duties of the police.

Hiroki Hanamaru's decision to delegate to his subordinates was perfectly legitimate.

"There is."

Ishibashi Kazushi said, then put down the folder in his hand and took out the photos inside, "Recently, a middle-aged man has been loitering near Kamikoshi High School."

Hanamaru Hiroki immediately put down the Metropolitan Police Department documents in his hand and picked up the photo in front of him to examine it closely.

Suddenly, he frowned as he looked at the photo of Hanpei Soji, who was hiding in his pockets smoking:

"Guys from the Kitagawa Association?"

###Chapter 194 Both Sides Begin to Take Action###

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

On the Tokyo streets lined with restaurant signs, Hanpei Soji walked leisurely behind Kitagawa Sakakisa.

"Young Miss, don't be in such a hurry, it's not time for school to end yet."

Kitagawa Sakakisa turned her head, her black lace dress twirling with her movements, exuding a uniquely girlish charm.

Actually, as a young lady from a wealthy family, Kitagawa Sakakisa is quite good-looking.

She can be a bit arrogant at times.

Her outfit was a rare sight on the streets where ordinary citizens walked.

Therefore, most passersby would glance at her from time to time.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Maybe that pervert is already waiting over there!" Kitagawa Sakakisa pulled hard on Banping's arm and ran forward.

Banpei Suji reluctantly followed her forward, passing by one roadside tree after another:

"Don't worry, Miss. That guy is just a high school student, from your friend's school. He won't come out until school is over."

Upon hearing this, Kitagawa Sakakisa continued to pull him forward quickly, because she wanted to chat with Hanabi.

When I got tired of pulling, I stopped in place, and the black dress, which seemed to be the same style every day, stopped swaying.