My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Thank you. But, how should I put it? Although I want to learn, I don't have the time."

"That's right." Daiki Egawa didn't know what reason he came up with for Toru Watanabe, but he convinced himself.

He twisted his neck: "Let's try? I haven't fought with someone who is good at free fighting. Don't worry, I will bring defensive equipment when practicing to prevent affecting normal tasks."

"Normal mission? Protect...Miss Kujo?" Watanabe thought about it and decided not to use the title of Miki.

"That's not my responsibility. Miss Jingliu is in charge. I'm usually responsible for checking for snipers and setting up sniper positions."

"Set up a sniper position?"

"Yes." Jiang Chuan walked towards the ring and put on protective gear. "As a sniper, of course I have to find a good position to kill people."

"Murder?" Watanabe Toru stopped putting on protective gear.

Jiang Chuan had already entered the ring, waving his fists and feet, looking ready to fight.

The two fought for several rounds. Watanabe Toru was not as strong as his opponent, but because he had protective gear, he dared to fight head-on. Coupled with his master-level skills, he suppressed his opponent.

However, both hit very sophisticated protective gear, and because they deliberately held back, neither side was hurt.

If the game really comes to a decider, without any protective gear, Watanabe Toru can only move around and look for opportunities, and then deliver a fatal blow to the neck, eyes, genitals and other parts.

"drink!"

"call!"

Both of them were sweating profusely. Jiangchuan was in high spirits, but Watanabe Toru's physical strength could no longer hold out.

"Stop, stop," he said. "That's enough for today."

Jiang Chuan smiled and said, "You are very good, but your physical strength is too poor. You need to train hard. I will write you a training schedule for physical training later."

"Okay, thank you."

The two men got off the ring. Jingliu and the guy who was doing the seated chest press just now were watching around the ring.

"This is Fujimori, he's good at mine clearance, bombing and heavy firearms. This is Watanabe, he's very good at free fighting." Jiangchuan introduced.

"Hello." Toru Watanabe greeted the man doing the seated chest press.

Fujimori nodded and said nothing.

Watanabe Toru didn't mind and asked Jiangchuan: "What is Miss Shizuka good at?"

"You don't know? Didn't she bring you here? Never mind, Miss Jingliu is good at..."

"Shut up." Jing Liu said coldly, "Who allowed you to tell the information to people outside the security department?"

Jiangchuan looked at Watanabe Toru, then looked at Jingliu, "Watanabe is not one of ours?"

"Don't listen to her nonsense." Watanabe Toru said, "Miss Kujo personally interviewed and hired me. Now I am mainly responsible for the security of the campus."

"That's right." Jiang Chuan nodded. "Although there are people deployed around the school, security inside has always been a problem. I was wondering why you, who is so young, were suddenly recruited. Miss Jingliu is also good at fighting like you, and is also very good with small firearms. There are some other people, but they are not here today. I will introduce them to you next time."

"Oh..." Watanabe Toru said with a raised tone, "You are good at fighting."

Jingliu picked up a set of protective gear and got on the ring before putting it on: "Fight again, and I'll teach you a lesson!"

"No. I'm tired and want to eat." Toru Watanabe took off his protective gear on his own.

This person is so shameless. He is so tired and exhausted, and he wants to fight him. If it were just now, Watanabe Toru would definitely agree and beat her up so that her eyes would turn black.

"I'm hungry too." Jiangchuan said, "I'll take you to the cafeteria. Fujimori, come with us?"

Fujimori nodded: "Okay."

"Ms. Shizuru?"

"Come up here." Jingliu stared at Watanabe Toru.

Watanabe Toru shrugged nonchalantly and said to Jiangchuan, "Let's go. We're starving."

The two changed their clothes and brought Toru Watanabe to the cafeteria.

In Chiyoda, where every inch of land is valuable, the cafeteria actually has three floors!

Hokkaido's seafood rice bowl, Nagasaki's tsukemono, Nagano's chestnut dishes and game hot pot, Okinawa's Ishigaki beef, Osaka's takoyaki, Fukuoka's Hakata ramen, Kyoto's kaiseki cuisine...

In addition to the specialties of the island nation's 1 city, 1 province, 2 prefectures, and 43 counties, there are also a variety of foreign cuisines.

Not to mention the fruit drinks, cakes and desserts, all of which are shiny and beautiful in shape.

The key is, eat whatever you want! Take whatever you want!

If it weren't far from the school, Watanabe Toru really wanted to come here to eat at noon every day.

After hesitating for a while, he finally ordered the Kagoshima black pork hotpot.

While eating, Watanabe Toru asked, "Will Miss Kujo come here to eat too?"

"How is that possible?" Jiang Chuan was very violent in fighting, but very polite when eating. "Miss likes to eat alone, and when she is in the company, she basically never leaves the 38th and 39th floors. The top management can only go to the 38th floor for meetings at most."

"That's it."

Because it was so delicious and there were so many choices, after eating the black pork hotpot, Toru Watanabe went to get the Hokkaido crab feast and Kagoshima grilled chicken.

My stomach ached a little from eating, so I followed them back to the 25th floor.

While he was digesting his food, Jiang Chuan took him to familiarize himself with the environment. In addition to the gym, there was also a regular shooting club on the 25th floor that was not open to the public.

"Can I try it?" Watanabe Toru was eager to try.

"According to the regulations, no one except us can use the equipment here without Miss Kujo's permission. If you don't want to cross over, it should be fine to give you a try with the pistol with a magazine."

"Thank you." Toru Watanabe estimated in his mind how likely it was that Kujo Miki would allow him to come here to practice shooting.

"Jiang Chuan took a black pistol in his hand, loaded the bullet skillfully, aimed at the target 30 meters away and fired a shot.

The target fell down.

"Here." He handed the pistol to Watanabe Toru as casually as handing him an umbrella.

Watanabe Toru smelled the faint smell of gunpowder and felt its heavy weight.

He knew that he was not strong enough, so he did not learn Jiang Chuan's one-handed shooting. Instead, he held the gun carefully with both hands, imitating the posture he saw in the movies, and aimed at the bull's eye five meters away.

Just as he was about to fire the first shot of his life.

"Tink tink, tink tink, tinkle bell."

Toru Watanabe sighed deeply, put down the gun and answered the phone.

"39th floor, one minute."

"Beep...beep..."

"Sorry." Watanabe Toru reluctantly returned the pistol to Jiangchuan, "The mission has arrived."

"It's okay, let's play again next time."

Because he had one minute of free time, Toru Watanabe ran to the elevator, but found that it could only reach the 37th floor.

He quickly called Kujo Miki.

"One minute and ten seconds left..."

"Wait, wait, wait! Your company is too big! And the elevator can't even reach the 39th floor! I already ran!"

"That's your business."

"…Um, Miki, look," Watanabe Toru said softly, "Can you please reason with me once in a while? How about giving it a try, just this once!"

"Hahaha." Kujo Miki's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Okay, I'll remember this for now. Come up."

Just as Toru Watanabe was about to ask her how to get up, the special elevator suddenly opened.

He walked in and reached the 39th floor.

This floor does not have any corporate office atmosphere and is decorated in a furniture style, which is what is called a penthouse.

"Do you live here?" Toru Watanabe walked to the five-meter-high glass window, looked out at Tokyo Bay, and asked Miki Kujo who was sitting on the sofa.

"Occasionally."

Watanabe Toru's disgust towards capitalists increased even more.

At this time, an elderly maid came over with a dining cart and placed the exquisite dishes on the table.

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

"The meeting just ended." Kujo Miki stretched and stood up, walking towards the dining table, "Why are you standing there? Come over here."

"Me? I already ate."

Kujo Miki stopped and turned back: "I haven't eaten yet, how dare you eat first."

Watanabe Toru looked at her gloomy and terrifying eyes: "Well, I heard that you, Meiji, like to eat alone, so..."

"Hehe, eat it all." Miki Kujo pointed at the two servings of food on the table.

Although the food portions of the island countries were not large, especially the portion of Kujo Miki, there were a few of all kinds, but most of them were small bites for girls, but...

"I can't eat anymore." Toru Watanabe felt his stomach was still full.

"Then jump from here."

Watanabe Toru overlooked the beautiful scenery of Tokyo outside the window: "I'll eat."

Toru Watanabe sat on a chair, and Miki Kujo sat opposite him, supporting her chin with both hands, looking at him with a smile.

If an uninformed person sees this scene, they would definitely think that the girlfriend cooked the meal and would watch her boyfriend eat it bite by bite with satisfaction.

Toru Watanabe had difficulty swallowing a dish that was obviously very delicious.

"Is it delicious?" asked Miki Kujo with a smile.

"tasty."

"Then have another one."

"Wait……"

Kujo Miki rang the bell, and the maid quickly brought another portion.

"I think this dish tastes good. Come, try it."

This was a sashimi of some unknown fish. Miki Kujo took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks, dipped Watanabe Toru in the seasoning, and fed it to his mouth.

"I, I can do it myself."

"Ah——" Miki Kujo motioned for him to open his mouth.

Watanabe Toru had to be terrified, always on guard against her deliberately sticking chopsticks into his throat to eat the sashimi.

"tasty?"

"Hmm... I don't really like sashimi."

The lesson learned was just two minutes ago. Only a fool would say it’s delicious!

“It seems everyone has different tastes.”

"Yes, yes!" Watanabe Toru breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..." Kujo Miki tilted her head slightly, "We will live together in the future, and different tastes will cause trouble for the chef."

You are also lying!!!

Watanabe Toru couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"So," Kujo Miki said with a smile that could not be refused, "please change to my taste."

"No problem." Watanabe Toru's face straightened. "In fact, I found that the moment you fed me, Meiji, I already liked sashimi. No, not just sashimi, Meiji, I already like everything you like."

"really?"

"This is what it means to love someone and everything about them. I really can't help myself. Once I met you, all my principles were thrown away."

"Then you dare to eat before me!"

Miki Kujo's face changed suddenly. She was smiling just now, but now she had a terrifying expression as if she wanted to skin Watanabe Toru alive.

"I really don't know." Watanabe Toru felt very wronged. "Like going up to the 39th floor, if you don't tell me, I can't get up except by climbing through the window. How about this, Meiji, tell me all your rules, so that I won't make you angry again in the future."

Kujo Miki narrowed her eyes slightly.

Watanabe Toru waited motionlessly for her answer.