"Don't look at me with that kind of gaze, I just know each other occasionally and I'm not familiar with it."

Kitahara Nanfeng faced the eyes of Mr. Watanabe and Kaori Iwai, and explained a little.

Teacher Watanabe continued to cast doubtful eyes at him.

Kitahara Nanfeng was too lazy to continue to explain, so he looked at Fujiki Makoto and Miran Kei again and continued to ask, "You are not ordinary policemen, are you? Why are you here at the school?"

Not an ordinary policeman.

As soon as the words of Beiyuan Nanfeng were spoken.

Behind him, the feeling of a thorny back came again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's mouth twitched again.

"I'll ask a question."

Miran Kei looked at the people around him and lowered her voice: "Miyata Yui... do you know him?"

"Students."

Masato Fujiki: "..."

Milou Kei shook her head and smiled silently, "Why does everything have something to do with you?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng asked directly: "What's wrong with her?"

Milou Gui glanced at the nearby students and didn't say anything.

Kitahara Nanfeng also knew what he meant. He looked at Watanabe Teacher and Kaori Iwai behind him and changed his question: "What's the reason why you are looking for the two behind me?"

Masato Fujiki was silent for a moment and explained: "It's okay. I originally wanted to ask the student to go back and sit for a while. I promised that she would definitely not be in trouble and I had no intention of hurting her, but she didn't want to, and the teacher didn't want to, so I had to ask us to give a reason, so I froze."

"Oh, that's really your problem. Consider the feelings of other girls, or bring some patrolmen over. You are wearing windbreakers and looking like a greasy uncle. Who believes you?"

Masato Fujiki: "..."

Sanlun Gui: "..."

Kaori Iwai: "..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his head and asked, "Do you still need them now?"

Fujiki Masato wants to speak but stops.

Milou Kei shook his head and said, "No need."

"Then go to the rooftop to chat."

Sanlun Gui nodded and said, "Okay..."

"No! What's OK!"

As soon as Miram Kei spoke, Watanabe couldn't help it. She took a step forward and glared at Kitahara Nanfeng, then looked at Makoto Fujiki and Miram Kei, and said: "Who are you two? The ID of an ordinary policeman does not have that title. I am a civil servant, so don't lie to me. And this is my student, what do you want to do?"

Milou Kei glanced at Teacher Watanabe and shrugged at the Naohara Nanfeng.

Kitahara Nanfeng patted Mr. Watanabe on the shoulder and explained: "Teacher Watanabe, these two are indeed policemen, and they have positions in the police headquarters, don't worry."

"Police, police headquarters?" Teacher Watanabe turned his head and looked at him.

I, a student, have fallen to the point where I want to join the police headquarters?

...Probably, that's how it feels.

"Yes, don't look at me with that kind of gaze. I'm really not familiar with me. This time I'm just going to the rooftop to chat. They won't take any of your students away. Don't worry, instead of worrying about me, you might as well think about how to disperse the students around you."

The north wind in Beiyuan looked at other students watching the fun.

Teacher Watanabe was a little hesitant when he heard him say this.

Kitahara Nanfeng took this opportunity to walk to the stairs with Miraki Kei and Fujiki Makoto.

Kaori Iwai looked at Kitanhara's Nanfeng's back, took a step forward, and opened his mouth to speak.

But in the end, nothing was said.

Kitahara Nanfeng led Mirai Kei and Fujiki Masato forward, and those who watched the fun automatically made a way out.

Look at the gaze of the north wind in Beiyuan.

It's like watching the poor Serizawa Tamaho, who was taken away by the police in a passionate university.

Tsk.

I feel that the reputation of the reputation has finally become better is going back.

"I'm talking about you, why can you attract so many people to watch?"

While Kitahara Nanfeng went upstairs, he glanced at Makoto Fujiki and Kei Miraki with dissatisfaction.

Milou Kei smiled bitterly and said, "We don't want to, but your female classmate wearing glasses suddenly screamed and it turned out like this."

"oh?"

Kitahara Nanfeng thought of Kaori Iwai's face and showed an interesting expression: "Kuni Iwai really shouted?"

Makoto Fujiki added: "Very loud."

Um……

Beiyuan Nanfeng was a little interested.

Unfortunately, it's not the time to pay attention to these things.

The three of them went upstairs and came to the rooftop.

Beiyuan Nanfeng put down his bag and turned to look at the two police officers: "Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Milou Kei took out her pocket, took out her cigarette, and was about to speak.

But Masato Fujiki took the lead and interrupted: "Theoretically, this is a secret. You are not a person from the countermeasures class and you can't tell you."

"……Yeah?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the two of them, replied, and raised his right hand.

Threads of spirit were pulled away from his chest and lingered on his right arm.

Fujiki Masato and Miran Kei immediately widened their eyes.

Then, he looked constipated.

“…You’ve been promoted?”

"Well, do you want to get beaten?"

“…”

Masato Fujiki stared at the spirit lingering on Kitanhara's arm. After a while, he said, "...If we beat us, we will be wanted."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you have humorous cells." Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at him.

Masato Fujiki: "..."

"Outstanding." Milou Kei sighed, lit the cigarette he was holding, and then let out a sip of smoke in melancholy, "It's been a normal person last time I met you, how long has it been since."

Kitahara Nanfeng was a little surprised: "It seems difficult to get promoted when you listen to your tone."

"Your promotion speed is not a difficult question, it is a question of how I want to comfort myself."

Miran Kei shook her head, then looked at Masato Fujiki: "Funki, forget it, think about what Chief Qihai said, let's tell him, we might have to put our position right..."

Fujiki Masato imagined this possibility in his skull, looked at Milou Kei, and showed a constipated expression again, looking embarrassed as if "You are teasing me".

"Or what can we do? The promotion speed of Qihai will definitely like the more we look at it. Maybe we will bow next time."

Sanlungui spread his hands.

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't know what the two were talking about and frowned.

"Don't waste time, tell me, why do you find Miyata Yui."

Masato Fujiki stopped talking and became autistic.

Milou Kei glanced at him and explained, "This is what our deputy chief Seiichi Kuroda."

"Deputy Section Chief?"

"Yes, he's here in Kanagawa, it's that Arimiya Mayumi...well, husband."

"oh."

Kitahara Nanfeng: "Kanagawa is quite popular. As soon as he came, Sumiko Shikai, he turned around and another deputy director came."

Milou Kei quipped: "After all, it's close to Tokyo."

"So this time the deputy chief came to find his wife? What does this have to do with Yui Miyata?"

"He was not here to find his wife, although the first order he gave after he came was indeed related to his wife... You think about it carefully, why did Chief Qihai come to Kanagawa."

Miran Kei spit out a mouthful of smoke, looked at him meaningfully, and asked and answered himself: "Because the deputy director of Mitsuki, Shimamoto Keisuke died in Kanagawa, why did Mitsuki come to Kanagawa and trace the root of the source, it was for the Mitsuki family."

Kitahara Nanfeng paused: "Miyata Yui..."

"Yes, for the sake of your classmate, Yui Miyata."
Chapter completed!