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"Isn't this a matter of course?"

"That's great, senior!"

Mashu's face blossomed with joy after receiving the promise.

She had no idea that she seemed to have misunderstood the concept of "gathering."

"Then I will apply to the director later!"

"I'll move in with my senior tomorrow!"

"what?!"

164. Living with Mashu/Detective Fou! (4k)

"senior?"

Ian's reaction made the already timid Matthew suddenly nervous.

"Isn't it a bad idea to do this?"

Looking at Matthew's expectant yet somewhat fearful eyes, Ian knew that if he rejected her right then and there, it would probably cause her a great psychological blow.

He glanced at Olga Marie who was still busy writing the Master-Master Mutual Protection Plan, thought for a while, and then said:

"Mashu, let's see if the director agrees first."

"Hey, okay."

It was neither a rejection nor an agreement. Mashu just waited anxiously.

But Ian had another idea in his mind.

Chaldea...shouldn't allow men and women to live together, right?

After all, when she met Ophelia before, she had told her to be careful not to be discovered by others.

Time passes slowly in this waiting.

Olga Marie, who was so anxious that her eyes were burning with anger, finally drew up a preliminary draft.

"nailed it."

The young director stood up and handed Ian the printed list of plans.

"Ian, please help me take a look."

obviously.

Because of Ian's constructive ideas, Olga Marie suddenly had two fewer big troubles (referring to the problem of insufficient investigation manpower and the contradiction between the need to add additional manpower to take care of the Master candidates).

At this moment, she had an unquestionable trust in the man in front of her.

While Ian was checking the plan, Matthew, who had been waiting for a long time, mustered up the courage to ask;

"Director, I have an idea!"

After saying this, Mashu felt that her tone was impolite, so she immediately apologized.

"Sorry, I seem to be a little excited."

"It's okay." Olga Marie smiled.

"You helped me bring someone who can solve the problem here, which is a great achievement."

"so--"

Olga Marie patted Mashu's shoulder gently.

"Mashu, what are your thoughts? Tell me."

"..."

The director's behavior gave Mashu great encouragement.

She glanced at Ian beside her and spoke;

"Director, I want to live with my senior!"

There was a snap.

Olga Marie dropped the notebook in her hand.

"Mashu, what do you want to do?"

"say it again?"

"me……"

Frightened by this reaction, Mashu hesitated for a long time before squeezing out the second sentence.

"I want to live with senior!"

"..."

I won't hear it wrong this time.

Olga Marie bent down and picked up her notebook, her expression became a little indescribable.

"Mashu, are you serious?"

Mash nodded.

"I was serious."

"..."

Olga Marie forced an awkward smile.

"Well, Matthew, wait a moment, Ian and I will have a chat."

After saying this, the young director pulled Ian to the side of the office.

She spoke with a hint of reproach:

"Ian, what did you do to Matthew?"

"Director, I didn't do anything."

"How is that possible?" Olga Marie supported her waist with her hands.

At this moment, she barely seemed to have some of the charm that one should have at this age.

"She asked to move in with you. How could you not do anything?"

"I'm telling you, Ian."

"Although I do admire you as a person, it doesn't mean I will tolerate everything you do."

"Your plan of Masters protecting each other, isn't it just to trick Mashu into your room?"

"But the director's strength——"

Ian looked at Matthew who was still waiting.

When the latter found that he was being watched, he immediately lowered his head.

"This was something Mashu proposed himself."

"I'm just trying to figure out how to help you solve your problem, right?"

"..."

Olga Marie had no way of refutating Ian's words.

After all, from the moment he came in until now, it really didn't seem like he came here on purpose to bring up such a thing.

"I said--"

The young director looked at the man with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"So you know about Mashu's situation?"

"Condition?"

Ian shook his head.

"I don't understand what you mean, isn't Mashu just Mashu?"

"You...?" Olga Marie's eyes showed a hint of shock.

"You made friends with Mashu without knowing anything about her situation?"

"Captain, what you said is true."

Ian looked directly at the silver-haired girl in front of him.

"If we don't become friends first, how can we have the opportunity to understand each other's situation?"

"Besides -"

"If it is really something you are willing to share with me, Matthew will naturally tell me."

"If they don't want to, why should I dig deeper?"

"..."

Olga Marie's amber eyes suddenly became clearer.

She smiled as if she had figured something out:

"You're right, my thinking is shallow."

"So--"

The young director turned around and looked at Mashu, raising his hand.

"Mashu, just move over there."

"I grant it."

Mashu's eyes brightened when she heard the news.

"Yes, I understand! Thank you, Director!"

Olga Marie turned around and looked at the man in front of her.

"You should have no objection to my arrangement, right?"

"……No."

Even if there is, it's too late to mention it.

after all--

Ian looked at the bouncing Mashu.

He couldn't bear to interrupt her joy.

"Well, I just thought about it. We can't rush this matter now. Take the plan back and take a good look at my arrangements. If you have any ideas, contact me as soon as possible."

Olga Marie quickly wrote down a string of numbers on a piece of paper, then tore it off and handed it to Ian.

“Here’s my number.”

"Okay." Ian took the paper, "I understand."

"Then, Chief, can we go now?"

"Ah."

Watching the two figures walking away in the corridor, Olga Marie's eyes also showed a little joy.

"This is good... at least there are people who are willing to take the initiative to contact me."

Coming out of the office, Mashu's desire to express herself was aroused, and she chattered non-stop.

"senior!"

"The director rarely gives out numbers on her own initiative! It seems like she really likes her senior!"

"is it?"

Ian looked at the paper in his hand.

"I think she just wanted me to come up with some more meaningful suggestions."