Ms. Quan, who is male

After the day's work, Quan got off work after helping clean up.

According to the previous regular life of renting a house, cafe, and nursing home, Izumi should take the subway to visit Nagataro Mizuno.

However, when he was passing by a certain intersection, he saw behind him in the wide-angle mirror at the turn, quietly following a strange black sedan.

So he called Mizuno Nagataro, claiming that he did not sleep well last night and would not be able to go through today. He was preparing to take a break earlier and take a rest.

There is no need to rush to get to the subway. Quan was much more leisurely on the road. He stopped and stopped. When he was passing by a cake shop, he stayed outside the window for a while.

“So beautiful…”

The fondant cake displayed in the window cabinet is simply a work of art. The colorful flowers are distributed in a staggered manner, large or small, on the cake with six layers. If it weren't for the nameplate next to it, Quan would even think that the above ones were all

It's a real flower.

He couldn't help but put his hand on the window.

Later, he couldn't help but temptation, so he walked into the store and bought a cake to satisfy his cravings. Of course, he couldn't buy the fondant cake on display. The reason was very simple, because the price was not enough to be thought about, and he could not tell it was very expensive.

I didn't even dare to ask.

But he really liked it, so before leaving the cake shop, he specially obtained the store manager's consent and took the fondant cake in the window cabinet with his mobile phone.

After buying the cake and taking photos, he left the cake shop with satisfaction and continued to walk towards the subway entrance.

During this period, he kept looking down at his phone and even almost ran into the pedestrian in front of him.

Do you like it that much...

Zhongye, who saw this scene in his eyes, felt a whisper in his heart.

However, what he didn't know was that he seemed to be drooling at the cake exhibited on the surface, but in fact, Quan secretly observed the black sedan that had been following him with the help of the reflection of the glass window.

He took a lot of photos of the fondant cake, which can be said to be available at all angles. However, these photos are basically for him to cover up because his purpose is to take a photo of the black sedan parked on the side of the road.

License plate number.

After taking the license plate number, he quickly sent the photo to Dazai Osamu.

After that, he put away his cell phone, took the cake and boarded the subway home, leaving the matter of tracking the vehicle behind him.

This is the peak hours of get off work, and there are a lot of people on the subway. In order to protect his small cake, Quan had no time to grab the ring and was pushed and squeezed into the middle of the crowd.

There is no place to focus on, he is like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the flow.

The person behind him was still rushing forward. Quan Yi accidentally failed to stand firm and actually rushed forward to a girl with long brown hair.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Quan apologized to her embarrassedly.

"It's okay." The girl reached out to help him, let Quan stand firm, and said, "Be careful, this is the case during rush hour, there is nothing we can do about it."

"Yeah, thank you!"

This little episode passed quickly.

After the subway left, I wondered if it was a illusion of Quan. He always felt that someone was touching his waist behind him, seemingly vague.

At first he thought it was caused by crowded people and the inevitable physical contact was so he didn't take it to heart. But later, the hand went down little by little, and the scorching breath sprayed between his neck, a squishy

The voice quietly said to him: "You smell so good."

Quan's body suddenly stiffened.

At that moment, a few fragmented, hazy and ambiguous scenes suddenly flashed in his mind.

A nauseating nausea surged up from inside his body, his face turned pale, his hands holding the cake box were clenched unconsciously, accompanied by a tremor.

He was not afraid, but angry.

Close his eyes and cover up the scarlet in his eyes. Quan was about to give this guy a look, but suddenly he heard a crisp sound of "pop".

Haruhi Fujioka, who had just helped him, slapped the hand of the harassing Izumi without hesitation, and said expressionlessly: "I seem to see a fly, I don't know if it has been slapped to death."

Passengers around him cast curious eyes.

They first found Haruhi Fujioka who was talking in the voice, and then saw the beautiful but white face, leaning against her with a trembling trembling. Finally, they followed Haruhi Fujioka's sight and found it

The man standing behind Quan, whose face was blue and white suddenly realized instantly.

“It’s so disgusting.”

I don't know who said this, the man's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted regardless of the matter: "What are you saying? What are you saying?! Don't swear by your stinky girl! I just didn't stand firm and helped me, and I gave it to you.

Your friend apologized, why are you not willing to give up?!"

He glared at them with displeasure, blurting out the words he turned black and white, so familiar that he seemed to have been rehearsed countless times.

Seeing him like this, Izumi, who had been hiding to Haruhi Fujioka, suddenly squeezed forward and blocked her: "Then don't get close to me like a dog! I'm using the supermarket

The cheapest shampoo, if you feel it smells good, buy it home and smell it yourself!"

The crowd was in an uproar, pointing fingers at the man and talking about it.

The man was so stuffy that his chest was blocked by Quan's words that he rushed to his forehead and waved his fists regardless.

"Stupid girl——"

However, before his fist fell, he was grabbed by a tall boy.

"Ah!" the man screamed.

"Senior Shin?" Fujioka Haruhi looked at Tsubaki Notsuka who took action in surprise, obviously very surprised by his appearance here. "If Senior Shinn appears here, would he say..."

She subconsciously turned around and saw several familiar faces in the next carriage without expectation. They were sandwiched in the dense crowd and were trying hard to wave at her.

One of the blonde mixed-race children shouted loudly: "Chun Fei Chun Fei Chun Fei! I'm here! Don't be afraid!"

Haruhi Fujioka: "...Why are you here?"

As surprised as Haruhi Fujioka was also Izumi.

He felt that there should be his acquaintances on this train.

Quan glanced at the man who kept shouting, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ninety percent of the hands may be really broken.

Quan looked thoughtfully at the blue plastic block that fell at the other party's feet, which was only the size of a knuckle and was arc-shaped. Then, he raised his head and glanced at the subway ring of the same color.

For some reason, he remembered the bouquet of roses that had suddenly burned before.

really……

He had made a provocation before, with the purpose of trying the guy following him, but he didn't expect to try it out for him.

only……

Quan Xin was suspicious.

Why is that guy here?

The same carriage is diagonally diagonally at the location of the spring, and the corner of the carriage is covered by the surrounding crowd.

An office worker in a suit and ties was sweating heavily, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the side.

Next to him was a man wearing a hat.

When the noise came just now, he watched the man crush the ring he grabbed in his hand. The light-hearted look was as if he was pinching lactone tofu that could be broken when touched.

The office worker looked at the ring that was obviously missing, took a sip of air conditioning, and looked at the person next to him without any discovery.

"Are you okay?" the other party said without raising his head.

"No, no!" The office worker was shocked and quickly looked away, not daring to glance at him anymore.

When we arrived at the next stop, the maniac who was caught was taken off the bus and was taken away by the city policeman who was notified to wait on the platform.

Quan was a little surprised: "Has anyone called the police?"

Haruhi Fujioka glanced at the big boys who pushed the crowd away and rushed into their carriage, saying, "It should be..."

Quan looked over her gaze and asked, "Are they all your friends?"

"Well, I said that I came to Yokohama to visit my elders this time, so they didn't have to follow me. Unexpectedly, it was still..." Haruhi Fujioka sighed, his face full of helplessness with a naughty child.

"Aren't you from Yokohama?"

"Well, I live in Tokyo."

"So that's how it is..." Quan nodded.

With the moment, the two who had a good impression of each other exchanged names and chatted for a while.

However, they didn't talk for long, because Fujioka Haruhi's attention was soon distracted by her friends who had been thrust into her with great difficulty.

"Next time, your Highness begs us..."

"I don't take the subway for the common people!"

A pair of twins who looked almost carved from the same mold were complaining with each other.

"Your Highness? Common people?" Quan seemed to hear some amazing title and asked subconsciously, "Is it Daming who came here in person?"

"..." What era is this? Why do people still seriously believe that there are still feudal lords like "Daming" now?!

Haruhi Fujioka was very embarrassed and waved his hand to explain to him: "It's a joke, a joke."

"oh……"

Izumi Haruhi Fujioka and others arrived at the station first. Before getting off the car, he stuffed the small cake he had been protecting in his arms to Haruhi Fujioka as a thank you: "For the past, thank you and yours

Friends!"

"Hey! No need..." Before Fujioka Haruki finished speaking, Izumi's thin figure was submerged in the crowded crowd.

Quan is not good at cooking, so he basically solves the food problem in the shop outside.

Not far from the downstairs of his rented house, there is a small restaurant that doesn’t cost much to finish a meal.

Although the spring didn't eat much, he always chewed slowly and was very slow. So when he finished his meal, it was already dark.

Seeing that it was already past seven o'clock and almost eight o'clock, Quan did not want to delay outside, so he hurried home.

When he passed by an alley, he had sent an email to Dazai Osamu and finally got a reply.

But just as he looked down at the email, he didn't expect that a black shadow was quietly approaching behind him...