Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

"fine!"

Inspector Maori waved his hand happily, ignored the other documents on the table, patted An Zeliang on the back and walked out of the office.

"I don't have much work to do today, so I'll accompany you. You can tell me about the crooked pottery figurine later."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Inspector." An Zeliang nodded and walked out of the office.

Outside the door, the policewoman who had just helped An Zeliang go through the process documents stood up, greeted him with a smile, and picked up a few business cards on the table.

"Classmate, come here for a moment, I'll help you..."

Before she could finish her words, the policewoman saw Inspector Maori walking out from behind An Zeliang with a red face, patting him hard on the back.

Seeing the policewoman standing up, Inspector Maori pointed casually.

"Um, Fukui, Anze needs to prepare a report for the exhibition. Take him to get some stamps quickly. Don't waste time."

"...Okay, okay." Officer Fukui looked at An Zeliang blankly, and put down the business card in his hand with a little confusion.

Isn't Inspector Maori usually slacking off at work but active after get off work... Why is he so concerned about an exhibition today?

"I'll do it now."

After taking the information from An Zeliang, Officer Fukui was about to leave.

At this moment, a crisp snapping sound came from behind her.

Xing Gonglin, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up, walked to An Zeliang's side, and spoke with a cold face.

"Liang Jun, is the matter done?"

"Just a few more stamps and it'll be done." An Zeliang casually smoothed Xingmiya Rin's slightly messy hair. Probably because she had waited too long, Xingmiya Rin's usually meticulous clothes now had creases.

"Ah."

Xinggong Rin nodded slightly, then looked at Officer Maori calmly, her cherry pink lips slightly parted.

"Hello, Inspector Maori, I am Xinggong, Liangjun's partner. I would like to trouble the police station to maintain order during the exhibition. Thank you for your guidance."

Star Palace?

Star Palace!

Looking at the very familiar face of Hoshimiya Rin, Inspector Mori's smile became a little stiff.

It seems... the daughter of the Tokyo Police Chief?

"No, this is what I should do."

A drop of cold sweat silently flowed down from the corner of his forehead, and Inspector Maori suddenly called out to Officer Fukuda.

"Wait a minute, I think I forgot to stamp an official seal on that document. Let me go check it out first..."

Before Officer Fukuda could respond, Police Officer Maoli quickly took back the information and walked back to the office quickly, then took out his mobile phone, pressed the voice input with his fat fingers as fast as he could in his life, said something quickly, and then Click Search.

Looking at the pop-up page, Inspector Maori broke out in a cold sweat again.

Afterwards, his expression changed, he walked out of the office with a smile on his face, and said kindly.

"Sure enough, there is a chapter missing. I just added it. It should be fine now."

"Then I'll do it..." Officer Fukuda subconsciously wanted to take the document.

"Oh, no need. You go and do your own thing. I'm free, so I'll take Anze and Hoshimiya to do it." Inspector Maori wiped his forehead calmly and personally took Anze Liang and Hoshimiya Rin to find someone to stamp the document.

When some sensible people saw that Inspector Maori was personally leading the way, they immediately closed the cards on the computer, then quickly stood up, put on their most perfect business smile, and stamped the cards.

There are also some fools in the workplace who, when they saw Inspector Maori coming over in person, they let go of the mouse in a daze and asked in confusion.

"Superintendent Maori, why are you handling the work yourself today?"

"Hehe, isn't this what we should do when working for the people?" Inspector Maori smiled slightly and instructed in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense and build it quickly!"

“…Ohhh!”

pat!

Another official seal was stamped.

In two minutes, all the official seals were stamped, and all that was left was to enter them electronically.

"I'll take you there." Inspector Maori still had a good attitude and led An Zeliang and Xing Gonglin to the technical department.

After everything was done, Inspector Maori saw Yasuze Ryo and Hoshimiya Rin out of the police station, greeted them with a smile, and then walked back.

"Superintendent, the organizer of the large-scale art exhibition that I reported last week called again to inquire about the progress."

At this time, Officer Fukui hung up the phone and said something.

"Still working on it!" Inspector Maori replied casually, then walked into the office and closed the door.

I've done enough work today, so I'd better take a break.

Let’s talk tomorrow.

Taking a quick glance, he saw the pottery figurines on the bookshelf. Inspector Maori rubbed his moustache, a hint of annoyance emerging on his face.

I forgot to add An Zeliang’s contact information!

You should return the lunch money to the other party as soon as possible and treat him to a meal to express your gratitude.

If possible, let’s talk more about the pottery figurines.

After all, that person is not only one of the few people he can talk about his hobbies with...

He's also the partner of the daughter of the head of the Metropolitan Police Department!

"Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to get home, let alone get back to the police station..."

Inspector Maori breathed a sigh of relief, moved the documents on the table under the mouse pad, and skillfully clicked on the cards to start playing.

...

On the other side, An Zeliang and Xing Gonglin also returned to the car with documents.

"Is there anything else you want to do, Liangjun?" Xingmiya Rin flipped through the documents page by page, and when he saw that there were no problems, he sorted them out and put them into his schoolbag.

"It should be gone." An Zeliang glanced at his mobile phone. Other matters were handed over to specific people, so he was responsible for checking the progress, helping with communication, and then dealing with some unimportant issues.

Looking at the police station outside the window, An Zeliang felt a little emotional.

I have to say, with his far-sighted and strategic personality, there is a reason why he always gives so many troubles to his father-in-law.

By relying on what happened in the simulation and accurately raising the character's favorability, things can indeed be done.

But sometimes, it's really nice to have a background.

It saves a lot of unnecessary trouble.

At this time, Xinggong Lin's calm voice also sounded.

"Liang Jun, next time you do something like this, can you take me with you?"

The girl looked up at An Zeliang with her slightly pale face.

"It will be quick, and I won't have to wait for Liangjun alone."

"Well, I'll take you with me next time." An Zeliang nodded with a smile, and casually adjusted Xinggong Lin's slightly crooked bow tie.

Xinggong Lin blinked her long eyelashes lightly and pointed calmly at the hem of her skirt.

"The chairs in the police station are very hard. They get wrinkled after sitting on them for a long time."

"Complain to him later."

Xinggong Lin looked at An Zeliang expressionlessly, her legs in black stockings tilted slightly, and the hem of her skirt rustled under her buttocks.

"…I have something in my hand, so it's not convenient for me to move. Liangjun, can you help me smooth the hem of my skirt?"

You are carrying a small schoolbag with both hands, isn't that inconvenient?

An Zeliang glanced at Xingmiya Rin.

The tsundere president's ability to tell lies with his eyes open is getting stronger and stronger.

However, considering that the young rich woman is beautiful and has a good background, I can endure it for a while.

"Lift it up a little, it's hard for me to do it."

"Yeah." Xinggong Lin responded, and her thighs tilted to the side, letting the hem of her skirt loosen a lot.

An Zeliang reached out and smoothed the hem of his skirt, smoothed out the wrinkles, and re-padded it.

"Ok?"

“Not great, but barely.”

Xinggong Lin nodded slightly and sat up straight again.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ayase Mitsuha in the driver's seat couldn't hold it anymore and let out a series of coughs.

"Ayase, are you feeling unwell?" Hoshimiya Rin's expression fluctuated a little, and her voice was filled with a hint of worry.

"I'm fine, miss, I just choked accidentally." Ayase Mitsuha moved her body. She had been driving for a long time, and the hem of her maid skirt was wrinkled, which hurt her butt.

Ayase Mitsuha actually wanted to reach out and tidy it up, but looking at the two people in the back seat, she inexplicably held back.

"Mr. Anze, Miss, where are we going next?"

"Ayase, if you are not feeling well, just go back first. Ryojun and I will be fine." Hoshimiya Rin continued to show concern, looking at Ayase Mitsuha with her calm eyes without blinking.

"..."

"..."

Ayase Mitsuha let go of the steering wheel.

"Then I'll go back and rest. If you need anything, Miss, please contact me... But what about the car?"

"Just you handle it."

Xinggong Lin nodded slightly and opened the car door.

"Ayase, you should take my school bag and the documents inside back home as well."

"have a good rest."

"Uh-huh…"

"... "

The two got out of the car, and Xingmiya Rin looked at the bustling streets of Akihabara with a calm voice.

"This is my first time in Akihabara, and the flow of people is greater than I expected."

Looking at Xinggong Lin's beautiful profile, An Zeliang smiled.

I've been busy with work all day today, and now it's time to take care of personal matters.

"Let's take a walk down the street and do some shopping?"

"Ah."

Xinggong Lin nodded, his brows suddenly slightly frowned, and he spoke calmly.

"Liang Jun, according to psychological analysis, when people suddenly come to an unfamiliar environment, they are likely to have a psychological stress reaction, which is often manifested as slow reaction, nervousness, face blindness, and poor direction..."

pat.

An Zeliang opened his fingers and held Xinggong Lin's slightly cold little hand. He pinched the pink and white palm with his fingertips. It was soft and turned red when pinched.

"Does psychological analysis say that when two people walk around hand in hand in an unfamiliar environment, will they experience a psychological stress response?"

An Zeliang asked seriously.

"Not sure, it seems not written."

Xinggong Lin shook his head, his expression calm.

"Just hold it first. You can do a few more experiments and analyze it."

Why is this rich young lady talking more and more nonsense?

An Zeliang squeezed the little cool hand in his palm and took Xinggong Lin for a walk on the street.