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

The April sun shines into the car, and the official car makes a buzzing sound of air conditioning.

Anyway, it’s a official car, so you don’t have to pay the fuel fee yourself. Of course, the air conditioner has to be rolled on at high intensity 25 hours a day.

The monitoring task is easy and boring.

The seat was adjusted backwards, with legs resting on the steering wheel, a glass of water next to it, a notebook in my arms, and the surveillance screen in the classroom was played on the screen. I would just lie down for a day.

Shiroshima Kiyomi didn't care much about Wangyue's affairs. Judging from the several contacts, Wangyue's personality was just distorted and could not be called anti-social. Besides, in addition to their fifth lesson, there was another group of people following up - intelligence personnel from the country who were not under the jurisdiction of the island country.

Thinking of Kunna, whose chin was almost rising to the sky just now, Shuangdao Qingmei's heart was thrusting.

I wanted to shake hands kindly, but the real bastard wiped him secretly after shaking hands with me.

Why, are my hands dirty?

Isn’t it just an intelligence officer sent by the upper country? What’s so amazing? In terms of level, you are just a small cadre of the Intelligence Bureau, and I am a senior official under the Ministry of Public Security.

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

No matter how angry you are, you have to endure it.

"Secretary... I bought the drink." The passenger's car door opened, and Yuki Shirata was holding the drink from the vending machine in his hand.

May is coming soon, the temperature and the power of the sun are rising sharply, and sitting in the car with the air conditioner can't relieve the heat.

"Bang."

The can's slab opened with a loud bang.

Flipped the roster of Runde Girls' High School, Shuangdao Qingmei Smash Bar and tasted unhealthy carbonated drinks.

The roster is much more delicious than a drink. Parents who spent a lot of money to send their daughters to private high schools would never have imagined that there was a time bomb buried in the school. In terms of social status, if they could afford to go to private high schools, their families were at least middle-class.

The weakest and easiest thing to compromise is the middle class.

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

When I turned to the student's information, Shuangdao Qingmei let out a light exclamation.

The first girl is Sada Mai. She can't remember her name when she says it, but her beautiful face is still very recognizable.

If I remember correctly, the little girl's mother should be still in the hospital and can waive all expenses by relying on her own study. This talent and perseverance are worthy of admiration.

Think about it, if I had encountered Sada Mai at the same age... Maybe I could do better than her.

"But it's not easy." After experiencing difficulties, it has not been defeated and has grown like weeds. Sooner or later, I can make a career.

"A scumbag."

Shuangdao Kiyomi muttered.

Unfortunately, such a good girl met a scumbag. She was just a little handsome, but her character was extremely inferior. She was simply a representative of scumbags in literary works. Don’t girls now know that besides appearance, men’s qualities are more important.

shallow.

Look at yourself, and then look at your sister who is not in love now. The daughter of the Shuangdao family is definitely not superficial.

"Scum...scumbag."

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

Roster of high school students - high school - scumbag.

Did the principal remember his high school days, and in high school, the principal met a scumbag?

It is terrible to think about it carefully, this must be the case.

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

Although it will be thirty in a few years, Shuangdao Kiyomi is not anxious about her emotional life. She can find it if she can find it, and be single if she can't find it. According to her own conditions, age will never become an emotional obstacle.

"I..." Yuki Shirata rolled his eyes upwards and thought for a while, "When I was a child, I liked to study well, but later I liked to be handsome, and now I like..."

"I like rich people now."

Shirata Yuki's words are straightforward and realistic to the point of being cold.

"Men's preferences are much more focused." Putting down the roster, Kiyomi Shuangdao looked at the files uploaded from her computer and said philosophically: "Men's love beautiful women from beginning to end."

"hiss……"

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

Those who hear it cry, and those who hear it are sad.

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

But the picture suddenly trembled and an email popped up.

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

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

"ah?"

The email was a schedule that had been listed.

A special trial held in Fukushima Prefecture - the Black Angel Seduction Plan!

…………

"I tell you, a transfer student just came to the class today, and he looked super cute."

After leaving the subway station at Takenozuka, Miyu Ohara excitedly shared with Mai Sada with Maki Sada today.

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

Sada Mai didn't see whether the transfer student was interesting, but the explanation of Miyuki Ohara's dancing and joking commentary was still very interesting.

He walked out of his brother's shadow, and this cheerful sunshine was in line with Miyu Kahara's personality.

"I have a very cold personality. I didn't talk to people around me after class. The girls who talked to each other all returned in a miserable way."

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

Under Miyu Kahara's school uniform jacket, she boldly wore Unicu's clothes, which was a T-shirt that was linked to Sailor Moon.

Nowadays, such a somewhat retro anime character seems to be popular, and many girls' clothes and photos have pictures of Showa Heisei era paintings.

Aesthetics is really a circle.

After the Fuki room was separated, Sada Mai walked towards the shopping street with a stern face.

An invisible war is beginning, and it may even be just her own one-man war.

"Mizuno, is there no problem? If not, come down first."

"Yes, know where 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.

On the top is a disassembled light bulb socket, with several wires exposed.
Chapter completed!