Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Sitting in the car, Shimoshima Kiyomi looked at the laptop seriously, with a ballpoint pen in her mouth.

The April sun shone into the car, and the official car made the humming sound of the air conditioner.

Anyway, it's an official car, and you don't have to pay for fuel, so the air conditioner must be turned on 25 hours a day.

The task of surveillance is light and boring.

The seat is adjusted backwards, the legs are resting on the steering wheel, there is a glass of water next to it, the laptop is in the arms, and the monitoring screen in the classroom is playing on the screen. It will take a whole day to lie down like this.

Mochizuki's matter Shimoshima Kiyomi doesn't care much, judging from a few times of contact, Mochizuki's character is just distorted, not to the point of being anti-social, and besides their fifth class, there is another group of people following up— —Shanghai intelligence personnel who do not belong to the jurisdiction of public security or island countries.

Thinking of Kunna whose chin was almost raised to the sky just now, Shimoshima Qingmei's heart twitched.

I wanted to shake hands with good intentions, but the real bastard wiped his hand covertly after shaking hands with me.

What, are my hands dirty?

Isn't it the intelligence agent sent by Shangguo, what's so great, in terms of rank, you are just a small cadre of the Intelligence Bureau, but I am a senior official under the Ministry of Public Security.

Even if your country is larger than the island country, the economy is stronger than the island country, the military beats the island country, and the cultural values ​​​​affect the world, but...but it seems to be really amazing.

No matter how angry I have to bear it.

"Chairman... I bought a drink." The co-pilot's door opened, and Shirata Yuki held the drink from the vending machine in his hand.

It’s almost May, and the temperature and the power of the sun are soaring. Sitting in the car and turning on the air conditioner can’t relieve the heat.

"Snapped."

The tab of the can snapped open.

Flipping through the roster of Rundeok Girls' High School, Kiyomi Shimoshima savored unhealthy carbonated drinks.

The roster tastes better than the drink. Parents who spend a lot of money to send their daughters to private high schools would never imagine that there is a time bomb buried in the school. From the perspective of social status, they can afford private high schools. In high school, my family is at least middle class.

The most cowardly and the easiest to compromise is the middle class.

There are all kinds of things in the world, and the world is impermanent.

Shimoshima Kiyomi let out a light snort when she turned to the student who had no material to enter.

The girl ranked first was Mayi Sada. She couldn't remember her name when she said it, but her pretty face was still very recognizable.

If I remember correctly, the little girl's mother should be still in the hospital, and she can rely on her own studies to exempt all expenses. This talent and perseverance are admirable.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if you were in the same age group and encountered the experience of Sada Mayi... Maybe you can do better than her.

"But it's not easy." After going through adversity and not being knocked down, he grows like weeds, and sooner or later he will make a career out of it.

"Scumbag."

Shimoshima Kiyomi muttered.

It's a pity that such a good girl meets a scumbag. She is nothing more than handsome, but her personality is extremely inferior. She is the representative of scumbags in literary works. Don't girls nowadays know that apart from appearance, a man's Is quality more important?

shallow.

Look at yourself, and look at the younger sister who is not in love now, the daughter of the Shuangdao family is by no means superficial.

"Scum... a scumbag."

Shirata Yuki looked at the head of the section in horror, not understanding why the head of the section suddenly popped up such a word.

Roster of high school students—high school—scumbag.

Could it be that the head of the class remembered his high school days, and in high school, the head of the class met a scumbag?

Seriously, it must be so.

"Bai Tian, ​​what kind of man do you like?"

Although she will be thirty years old in a few years, Shimoshima Kiyomi is not anxious about her emotional life, she will find it if she can find it, and she will be single if she can't find it. In terms of her own conditions, her age has never become an emotional disorder.

"I..." Shirata Yuki rolled his eyeballs upwards, thought for a while and said, "When I was young, I liked studying well, then I liked handsome ones, and now I like..."

"Now I like rich people."

Shirata Yuki's words were straightforward and realistic to the point of coldness.

"Men's preferences are much more specific." Putting down the roster, Shimoshima Kiyomi looked at the files uploaded from the computer, and said very philosophically: "Men have always liked beautiful women."

"hiss……"

Shirata Yuki concluded that the head of the section really recalled the tragic experience in his emotions. The head of the section must have met a scumbag when he was young because of his beauty, and suffered emotional trauma.

Those who heard it wept, and those who heard it were sad.

The real-time class picture was played on the computer screen. There was no conflict between Mochizuki and the people in the class, and everything was fine.

But the screen suddenly trembled, and an email popped up.

It is a document transmitted in the name of the Ministry of Public Security, and its importance is self-evident.

"We have something to do." Shimoshima Kiyomi's legs on the steering wheel were clamped tightly.

"ah?"

In the email is a schedule that has already been listed.

A special trial held in Fukushima Prefecture - black angel seduction plan!

…………

"Let me tell you, a transfer student just came to the class today, and he looks super cute."

After leaving the subway station at Takenotsuka, Utahara Miyu excitedly shared with Sada Mayi the interesting incident that happened in class today.

A transfer student came to Class C. It was a new thing in the whole grade. There were only one or two hundred students in total, and any trouble could be spread quickly.

Mayi Sada didn't see whether the transfer students were interesting, but Miyu Utahara's dancing explanation was still very interesting.

She has completely come out of her brother's shadow, this cheerful sunshine is in line with Utahara Miyu's character.

"He has a very cold personality, and he didn't talk to the people around him after class, and the girls who went to talk to him all returned home without a feather."

"But I'm okay, hehe, maybe people don't have resistance to cute things like me."

Under Miyu Utahara's school uniform jacket, she boldly wore Uniku's clothes, a T-shirt linked with Sailor Moon.

Now this somewhat retro anime character seems to be popular, and many girls' clothes and photos have pictures of the Showa Hei era style.

Aesthetics is really a circle.

After Hokima separated, Mayo Sada walked towards the shopping street with a straight face.

An invisible war is going on, and it may even be just her one-man show war.

"Mizuno-kun, is it all right? If not, come down first."

"Okay, I know where the problem is."

As soon as he entered the door, Sada saw Mizuno stepping on two wooden chairs stacked together, holding a pencil in one hand and black insulating tape in the other.

On top is a disassembled light bulb socket, with several wires exposed.

Kaibusha and Erina stood below, holding the chair with both hands worriedly.