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He showed no intention of stopping. His words were like a feather in the air. When you thought it was finally going to fall, a damn wind came and blew it up again.

What's even more damning is that they listened with great interest. They knew that listening to these stories would be of no use to the investigation and wanted to leave, but their central nervous system and peripheral nervous system were splitting apart, and one of them really wanted to hear these stories that were hard to find outside.

Now Xing Yuanhui understood why Shiranui said that the old man was annoying in the first sentence, but immediately added something in the second sentence to show respect.

It can be said that he is really eloquent and his voice is full of emotion. The emotional expression of the male and female protagonists in TV dramas is much higher than that of the male and female protagonists in TV dramas. I never get tired of listening to him.

And this resume is very amazing, even if it is just the tip of the iceberg, it is already terrifying. Contributions to society, various charity performances, charity donations, participated in the "Zenkyōto" when he was young, and led his classmates to march...

It’s like when you went to your grandfather’s house to pay New Year’s greetings when you were a kid, and your grandfather would grab his grandson, hold him on his lap and tell you stories from the past.

It was originally a very boring part, about not being able to afford food and how hard life was, and the grandson didn't want to hear it at all. But when it came to the experience of joining the army, not to mention the grandson, even the son couldn't stand staying in the kitchen, and wanted to hear these things that had never been mentioned before.

How about I give you the system, and you ask the heaven to lend it for another 500 years? This life template is not much better than that of an ordinary person like me. Xing Yuanhui was a little embarrassed.

"...Although you always say that you have a lot of friends at school, I rarely see you bringing them to the theater to watch your performances. This makes me very worried. Thinking back to the past, every time I performed, my friends would come to me and ask me to save tickets for them! It's not that they didn't have money, they just couldn't get them. After each show, we would always go out for a drink..."

Just like those old people who have been recuperating in the hospital for a long time and haven't seen their relatives and friends, Yamamoto gently held Ogino's hand, his heart pounding with excitement that was evident in his words. He kept talking non-stop, wishing he could dig out the words in his heart from his chest - but he spoke too slowly.

"Oh no." The old man slapped his head, feeling very annoyed. "I'm so sorry for talking to myself again. I came here to introduce you to the play we are going to perform. I guess that's why you came here, right?"

Yamamoto looked at Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika, and asked kindly: "Or are you interested in other places as well?"

The two looked at each other - it seemed that Ogino and the old man were really not in cahoots. They were stopped and tortured by two "terrorists" not long ago. Now that they knew that two students from Shuchiyuan were coming, not only did they not turn them away, they also generously took the initiative to jump out and introduce themselves.

Looking at Ogino's expression, his face was almost wrinkled together, which was very strange.

Fujiwara Chika winked and made her own opinion, and from time to time she would quietly move her eyes to look at the old man: What should I do? Should I tell him directly? But considering what Shiranui said, should I just bluff him first?

Xing Yuanhui also winked and replied: No, if he collapses after covering his heart, that would be too...

He turned around and looked at the old man, reading his resume one by one. Xing Yuanhui was willing to believe that the old man had nothing to do with Ogino's affairs.

How could someone who had achieved so much in his field do such a thing? The old man even found a photo of him holding a flag and shouting at that time!

"That's right, Mr. Yamamoto. We actually focus more on reporting on actors. And it is said that some rumors about Ogino-san..." Xing Yuanhui was very sure that he heard a deep breathing sound, and someone was grabbing the corner of his clothes.

I know, I know! I promised you, don't pull my clothes!

Xing Yuanhui patted Fujiwara Chika's hand with his hands behind his back, telling her not to grab the fabric. The only person standing behind Xing Yuanhui, Shirogane Dio, raised his eyebrows and observed with interest.

"It seems like a lot of people are paying attention to it. Alas, netizens nowadays are more concerned about these things. People who care about the performance itself rarely show up online to communicate."

He said seriously, "I wonder if Mr. Yamamoto is willing to provide some information in this regard? For example, Ogino's previous performance schedule. It would be best if you can prove yourself with tangible evidence, right?"

Is it okay for me to learn from the side? Anyway, the old man is not averse to this, and he will not touch his chest and kick his feet unconscious.

"That's great! I've wanted to clarify those gossips for a long time. How can I publish some hearsay in the newspaper without any solid evidence? If your father hadn't stopped me, saying that he was responsible for everything and told me not to make things worse, I would have personally helped you and those uneducated reporters explain it!"

When talking about these things, the old man's brows showed some anger, but then he returned to his calmness.

"Since you are interested, and today's rehearsal ends early, why don't you just go home and relax? That way you will have the energy to prepare for the next rehearsal and performance, right? Then, I will tell you about those things! According to Xiaoguang, what kind of self-media are you? Are you also a reporter?"

“We are not journalists. We don’t have our own newspaper. We just publish some news on the Internet using our personal accounts. This profession is probably more rigorous than those paparazzi…” Xing Yuanhui spoke lower and lower, not quite knowing how to finish his words.

Byd, why do I feel guilty about deceiving an old man?

Fujiwara Chika saw Xing Yuanhui's embarrassment and stepped forward to help him out, saying, "But there are high and low journalists, and there are also self-media! Unlike traditional paper, some professional self-media can write very long news on the Internet, pointing out all the evidence and clues, which are enough to explain anything!"

"That's right! Nothing is difficult in this world. So what if there are no newspapers? As long as you report correctly, it doesn't matter if you don't have a journalist's card. You are still a qualified social supervisor!"

The old man straightened his expression and exclaimed: "And the Internet is also good. We only have a thousand seats for our performances, but once we did an online live broadcast, and it was said that many people came to watch! Isn't this better? Good things and wonderful performances should be seen by everyone! You don’t know, when I was a student, I…"

Mr. Yamamoto kept talking all the way to the lounge, until the dim yellow light shone into the theater through the glass in the corridor. When the old man's family came to pick him up, he was still talking nonstop.

The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he had found his younger self, the one who was eloquent and had secured the leading role with great advantage.

But all good things must come to an end. The old man reluctantly walked out of the musical theater with his family, while the remaining two looked at the photo frames of various singing and dancing artists on the wall. Xing Yuanhui grimaced as if he had a toothache.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm neither here nor there?" Xing Yuanhui sighed as he stood quietly on the red carpet, looking at the scattered trees outside the window.

Mr. Yamamoto had sent everyone else home long ago, leaving only a few assistants. Even Ogino was sent home in the name of academic studies.

"If you want to blame someone, blame the Ogino family. Stage plays are a good thing, so why are they thinking about other main businesses?" Fujiwara Chika found a terrace and sat there organizing her notes.

In order to highlight their professionalism and to record some important content, they took out paper and pen to write and draw. Xing Yuanhui's notebook was filled with only scattered words, and his handwriting was so sloppy that it was estimated that no one else in the world could understand it except him.

In three days, the original author may not even understand what he wrote.

Therefore, Fujiwara Chika could only take her notes and dictate the words that Xing Yuanhui had memorized, asking him to recall them on the spot, and then she would write them down in a separate notebook.

"Well, at least the task entrusted by Senior Sister Sigong was completed." Looking at the sun that was gradually covered by the building, Xing Yuanhui was a little amused, "I just don't know if it's worth spending three hours to exchange it."

"Hehe~." The love detective raised his finger and shook it, "Of course there is. Now the clues are getting more and more sufficient. Maybe after summarizing the information with the president and others, this matter will be completed."

"But they are all witnesses, right?" Xing Yuanhui squinted his eyes and looked at the paper in his hand, which was given to them by Shiranui. "If we want physical evidence, if not from Ogino, then from that nightclub..."

"Are you trying to be serious with Kaguya-san?" Fujiwara Chika lowered her eyes and looked at Xing Yuanhui with her chin in her hand.

"I just think it's better to have solid evidence. Mr. Yamamoto has a lot of conflicting information about Ogino. If we want to make a final decision, we need some hard evidence, right?"

However, if Shuchiin VIP intends to "list" Ogino, the evidence is really not important, as long as it is confirmed that he did it.

But isn't this an abuse of power?

Shaking their heads not wanting to think about this topic, Xing Yuanhui and Fujiwara Chika walked out of the theater, the dim setting sun shining on them.

Ignoring Fujiwara Chika who was still muttering, Xing Yuanhui turned slightly to the side and looked back.

It’s still there, the one with black hair.

So the people following us are from Ogino? Something seems amiss...

After thinking for a while, Xing Yuanhui took out his wallet and took out a few coins, and said, "Senior, can you help me? Stretch out your hand."

"..." Fujiwara Chika looked at Xing Yuanhui's face, then at the coins, and took it reluctantly, saying unhappily, "If you're thirsty and want me to buy you a drink, just tell me directly, why are you beating around the bush like this?"

Xing Yuanhui laughed and said, "You're just embarrassed to say you want to go to the toilet. I just want a bottle of green tea. You can have the rest as you like."

"Would you be embarrassed?" She looked at Xing Yuanhui suspiciously, "Besides, why would I drink so much? You might as well spend this money..."

Fujiwara Chika placed a coin on her thumb and pushed hard. The thing flew into the air, spinning above, flashing a metallic luster from time to time.

Then she frantically tried to catch the free-falling coins, waving her arms wildly like a drunk man fighting the air.

"...I'm going to buy some dessert at the cake shop next to the station." She didn't hold the coin firmly, and it slipped out of her hand. She could only reflexively tighten her arms and hug her chest.

I didn't hear the sound of metal hitting the concrete road, but at least I got the call.

Looking at the senior sister who was laughing dryly, Xing Yuanhui slowly retreated and returned to the theater.

The man followed him into the building from the other side. Xing Yuanhui walked in the shadows. After turning a corner, he climbed over the wall and crossed the outer road surrounding the entire theater, and quickly entered the theater through the tracker's entrance.

Exposed? Hayasaka heard the footsteps behind him getting louder and louder, and looked sideways in confusion.

The speed was so fast... She looked at the eaves wall which was a certain distance away from her, and it was no longer possible to use the same method as Xing Yuanhui to catch the enemy off guard.

When Xing Yuanhui didn't hear any footsteps and walked into the room with doubts, he saw a black-haired man sitting on a seat for tourists to rest and greeted him.

Without being polite with her, Xing Yuanhui recognized the makeup on this person's face at a glance. After thinking for a moment, he said directly: "Were you sent by Senior Sister Sigong?"

"Why do you think so?" The answer was very calm.

"Even before Ogino contacted us, I felt that someone was following us." Xing Yuanhui reasoned step by step in his mind, "From the performance of Senior Sister Shigong, she doesn't seem like someone who would trust the suspicious me and Senior Sister Fujiwara to act together. I originally thought that she was very confident in her control over the campus, but judging from the current situation..."

The boy looked at Hayasaka sharply: "You are the one who can make her feel at ease, right?"

"So sharp." Hayasaka Ai couldn't help but applaud. It had been a long time since she was caught like this. "Since you guessed it, why did you expose it?"

"I just want to reach a cooperation with you or Shinomiya-senpai." He sat in his seat with a smile, "If you want to be sure, it's better to find a backup."

Chapter 52: You don’t want to become famous in the board game club, do you?

The next day, during lunch break, in the student union room.

Xing Yuanhui pushed open the door carrying the spoils of victory he had just returned from the cafeteria, and saw that the second-year seniors had already sat down on the sofa, enjoying today's lunch.

Baiyin saw him come in and greeted him: "Oh, you're here. How was your lunch today?"

He was unwrapping the SSR-grade bread that he had obtained with great difficulty, and he couldn't help but smell it.

"Not very good." Xing Yuanhui came to Baiyin. As the president, he moved to the far end without any airs, making room for the junior to sit down.

"Today, even the pineapple buns are gone. Seriously, did the other classes end the get out of class five minutes early so that they can go to the cafeteria to grab food?"

The junior was not polite at all. He put his things away and sat down. On the way, he saw the notebook that Fujiwara Chika had spent a lot of effort to organize yesterday was on the edge of the table. Xing Yuanhui instantly understood what the seniors meant - let's eat first.

Although there was a meaningful look from Senior Sister Shinomiya, Xing Yuanhui didn't care at all - he had just contacted and communicated with her attendant yesterday, it would be strange if there was no change today.

"Hey, today the last class the president and I have is physical education. It can be said that it is the right time, the right place, and the right people!"

Fujiwara Chika curled her lips, as if showing off: "Look! Look what this is? Fried noodles and bread! The president is eating it happily!"

Just as he was about to open his mouth to eat the SSR, Baiyin paused, took a bite helplessly and said, "You make me feel inexplicably guilty."

"It's okay, President." Xing Yuanhui pulled off the straw nonchalantly and drank a mouthful of milk to moisten his throat. "Tomorrow I will also have a good time. I will get all the fried noodles and bread in one fell swoop!"

"Hey! Can I reserve one?" Fujiwara Chika looked over pitifully, her eyes like a puppy less than three months old, crying for food.

"Why should I help you?" Xing Yuanhui looked back with empty eyes, not buying into Fujiwara Chika's tricks at all - he had seen them too many times and had become resistant to them.

"Because I grabbed one for you!" Senior Sister with a Butterfly Tie handed the bread to Xing Yuanhui in a very pious manner, as if she was holding a treasure in her hands.

There was also the friendly cell phone lighting from Senior Shinomiya. I wonder how long Fujiwara Chika had been begging the vice-president before he came.

Xing Yuanhui took it without refusing, and looked at the fried noodles and various ingredients sandwiched in the bread. After opening the package, he refined it in an instant. At this time, he was stroking his chin and expressing his thoughts: "Hmm... The taste is unexpectedly rich. I want to try another one."

"Yada!" Fujiwara Chika also knew this junior well. He didn't refuse, so he agreed. He was waving his arms excitedly and asked Shirogane, "Do you want it, President?"

"...If possible." After hesitating for a moment, Baiyin still failed to defeat one of the three major desires of human beings.

Even the beloved student council president cannot guarantee that he can eat fried noodles and bread every day, as they are so popular.

"Okay! I will live up to your expectations tomorrow!"

After Shinomiya-senpai wiped her mouth gracefully, lunch time was over and now it was time to work.

Shirogane carefully checked the information from the Fujiwara group and said with relief: "It seems that we have completed the investigation. Although there is no concrete evidence, what happened behind the scenes..."

He originally wanted to use the two sets of collected intelligence to link the story together, one to see if his own guesses made sense, and the other to help everyone sort out their thoughts, but he didn't expect Xing Yuanhui to suddenly jump out at this time.

The junior raised his hand to call for a halt: "Stop! It's not time to end yet!"

Bai Yin was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "What? Haven't you finished your investigation yet?"

Glancing at Fujiwara, she also looked a little confused.

Could it be that he is really bragging about finding physical evidence in front of everyone and now he can't show off, Fujiwara Chika thought to herself.

Xing Yuanhui didn't tell her about his subsequent plans - he ran to the territory of the underworld.

It is not appropriate to bring Senior Fujiwara along for this matter. Although I am confident that I can take care of the optimistic Senior, I still need to be conservative.

After all, there is a real risk this time. It would be fine if it only harms Hasaka, and I would have no burden in my heart.

Hayasaka sneezed while packing her equipment, feeling unhappy about having a new job.

Baiyin's eyes turned to Xing Yuanhui again, seeing his determined look, and flipped through a few pages of the intelligence book handed in by Fujiwara.

That's not right. Your notebook also marked the contradictions of Ogino. You shouldn't be able to guess the inside story, right?

The president glanced at Kaguya and saw that she didn't react. She was still sitting there as steadily as usual. He began to feel that something was wrong.

Seeing Baiyin remain silent, Xing Yuanhui said firmly: "It may be done today. Even if it can't be done, the matter has been settled."

Since Senior Shinomiya didn't say anything, she probably agreed. With Hasaka around, it should be able to be handled.

If it really doesn't work, we can only ask Minister Kojima to take action, but that would mean I'd owe him a favor, which is not good.

Fujiwara Chika was racking her brains on the sofa, but she couldn't figure out what Xing Yuanhui was going to do. She could only scratch her head and dryly help him smooth things over: "Just a little bit more..."

"...What are you going to do?" Shirogane frowned and was about to ask further when Yamato Nadeshiko, who had been sitting next to him, spoke up.

"Well, President, since Xingyuan wants to find physical evidence other than witnesses, it's worth encouraging, right?" Kaguya picked up the tea tray, took a sip of black tea, and said with a smile, "Compared to school rules, a legal trial is more reasonable, right?"

……

Moving forward in time slightly, Xing Yuanhui was sitting in front of Hayasaka, who was using the alias Hasaka, and was telling him about his plans.

"Although it would normally be better to question the women deceived by Ogino, I'm in a hurry. And that's the police's job, and we as students shouldn't interfere. But because of this, we can use some unconventional methods."

Xing Yuanhui rubbed his fingertips and continued, "I don't know what you plan to do with the testimonies of those students, but I want legal sanctions more, not extra-legal sanctions."