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 shines into the car, and the official car makes a humming sound of the air conditioner.

Anyway, it's an official car, and you don't have to pay for the oil yourself. Of course, the air conditioner has to be turned on at a high intensity for 25 hours a day.

The task of monitoring is easy and boring.

The seat is adjusted back, his legs are on the steering wheel, a glass of water is placed next to him, a notebook is in his arms, and the monitor screen in the classroom is playing.

Kiyomi Shimoshima didn't care much about Mochizuki's affairs. Judging from the few contacts, Mochizuki's character was only distorted and could not be called anti-social. Besides, in addition to their fifth lesson, there was another group of people who were following up. Those who belong to the public security and the jurisdiction of the island country are the intelligence personnel of the upper country.

Thinking of Kunna, whose chin was about to go up to the sky just now, Shiromijima Kiyomi's heart twitched.

He kindly wanted to shake hands, but the real **** wiped his hands covertly after shaking hands with him.

What, are my hands dirty?

It's not an intelligence officer sent by Shangguo, what's so great, you are just a small cadre of the intelligence bureau in terms of rank, and I am a senior official under the Ministry of Public Security.

Even if your country is wider than the island country, the economy is stronger than the island country, the military smashes the island country, and the cultural values ​​affect the export of the world, but... but it seems really amazing.

No matter how angry you have to endure.

"Senior...I bought the drink." The passenger door opened, and Yuuki Shirata held the drink from the vending machine in his hand.

It's almost May, the temperature and the power of the sun are rising, and sitting in the car with the air conditioner on can't relieve the heat.

"Snapped."

The can's tab snapped open.

Flipping through the roster of Runde Girls' High School, Shimoshima Kiyomi was tasting unhealthy carbonated drinks.

The roster is more delicious than the drink. Those parents who spent a lot of money to send their daughters to private high schools would never have imagined that there is a time bomb buried in the school. In terms of social status, they can afford private schools. In high school, my family was at least middle class.

The weakest and easiest to compromise is the middle class.

Human beings are different, things are impermanent.

When she turned to the unsuspected student, Shiromijima Kiyomi let out a small murmur.

The girl who came in first was Sada Mayi, she couldn't remember her name when she said it, but her good-looking face was still very recognizable.

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

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, and change it to the experience of encountering Sada Mayi in the same age group... Maybe I can do better than her.

"But it's not easy." After experiencing difficulties, he has not been defeated, and grows like weeds. Sooner or later, he will be able to make a career.

"Scumbag."

Shiroshima Kiyomi murmured.

It's a pity that such a good girl meets a scumbag. She is just a little more handsome, but her personality is extremely inferior, and she is the representative of scum in literary and artistic works. Don't today's girls know that apart from appearance, men's Is quality more important?

shallow.

Look at herself, and then look at her younger sister, who is not in a relationship yet, the daughter of the Shiroshima family is by no means superficial.

"Scum... scumbag."

Shirata Yuuki looked at the class leader in horror, not understanding why the class leader suddenly popped up such a word.

High school roster - high school - scumbag.

Could it be that the class leader remembered his high school days, and when he was in high school, the class leader met a scumbag?

Seriously, it must be so.

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

Although it will be thirty years old in a few years, Shimoshima Kiyomi is not anxious about her emotional life. If you can find it, you will find it, if you can't find it, you will be single. become emotional barriers.

"Me..." Bai Tian Yuuki rolled his eyes upwards, thought for a moment, "I liked to study well when I was young, then I liked good-looking ones, and now I like..."

"Now I like rich people."

Shirata Yuuki's words were so straightforward that the reality was cold.

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

"hiss…"

Bai Tian Yuuki concluded that the class leader really recalled the tragic experience in his emotions. The class leader must have met a scumbag when he was young because he was beautiful, and suffered emotional trauma.

The hearer weeps, and the hearer is sad.

The real-time class screen was playing on the computer screen. Mochizuki and the class did not conflict, and everything was fine.

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

The importance of the documents transmitted in the name of the Ministry of Public Security is self-evident.

"We have something to do." Shimoshima Kiyomi clamped her legs on the steering wheel.

"what?"

The e-mail is a plan that has been listed.

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

...

"Let me tell you, a transfer student has just arrived in the class today, and he looks super cute."

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

There is a transfer student in Class C. It is a new thing in all grades. There are only one or two hundred students in total. Anything can be passed quickly.

Whether the transfer students are interesting, Sada Mayi didn't see it, but Utahara Miyu's dancing explanation is still very interesting.

Completely out of the shadow of his brother, 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 those girls who went to talk to him also came back."

"But I'm okay, hehe, maybe people have no resistance to cute things like me."

Under the school uniform jacket of Utahara Miyu, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com boldly wore Uniku's clothes, a T-shirt linked to Sailor Moon.

Now this kind of retro anime characters seem to be on fire, and many girls' clothes and photos have pictures in the style of the Show and Heisei era.

Aesthetics is really a circle.

After being separated by Hoki, Sada Mayi walked towards the shopping street with a stern face.

An invisible war is going on, and it may even be a one-man war for her alone.

"Mizuno-kun, are you okay? If not, come down first."

"Okay, I know what the problem is."

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

At the top is the dismantled light bulb socket, with a few wires exposed.

Saya Kaibe and Erina stood below, holding onto the chair with their hands in disbelief.