I just want to be a regular writer

Being sick is not a good thing.

Although Kira Yoshikage didn't think that a light rain could knock him down, she smiled and took the umbrella: "Thank you, Professor Narita, and I will return it to you tomorrow."

Then, Yoshikage Kira raised an eyebrow at Teru Asakura: "Does Asakura-kun know Professor Narita?"

"...Ahaha...Yes, yes."

There was a stiff smile on Asakura's face.

'Absolutely' World', the dog thing wants to arrange some wonderful script on me, so I have repeatedly encountered the terrifying person Kira Yoshikage!'

Asakura wailed in his heart, pulled the soft scarf around his neck and smiled dryly: "Uncle Narita is my...Dad's friend. What about me..."

"The kid Hui didn't go to class for a whole semester. His father asked me to talk to him."

Professor Narita finished speaking with a smile, and glanced at Asakura Teru: "Actually, I think...Tei has mastered the ability to support himself. It would not be so important if he goes to school for employment. But...if he It would be better to draw less R18 stuff."

"Yeah!"

Asakura Teru took his meaning out of context: "School is not important at all!"

"The premise is that your three views are okay. Look at the things you drew!" Professor Narita gave him a slight smile on his head and shook his head at Yoshikage Kira: "I remember those things he painted. I feel pain in my eyes."

"By the way, Kira-kun."

"Huh?" Jiliang Jiying's face was humble.

In fact, except that Professor Narita is always subtle and more or less related to various events, he is indeed a good person.

Professor Narita is still smiling, every wrinkle on his face is kind: "Shall we go to eat together?"

Jiliang Jiying smiled and shook his head, "I promised my father will go back at noon."

"Ah, that's it. Then..." Professor Narita glanced at the time, "then go back quickly, it's rainy and cold."

"Yeah. Then, Professor Narita and Asakura-kun, goodbye."

Seeing Yoshikage Kira leave, Teru Asakura breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to save his life, he has recently had a good understanding of Kira Yoshikage's "record" in this short half year.Although there is no direct evidence, but...there is no evidence to be scary!

Especially Tang Ze Anda.

If there is no response for so long...

Asakura Teru pulled up the zipper of the down jacket and shrank his neck—'I'm afraid it's already cold, I won't give it away'

By the way, he has business today!

Asakura Teru would not send him home to teach Professor Narita. He had to go to his apartment before Professor Narita left Sendai.

-That arrow.

There must be a problem.

Asakura frowned, thinking of the "adventure" he had experienced after touching it.

'For safety, we should ask for proof'

'But Uncle Narita seems to only treat it as an indifferent decoration, I hope it will not be thrown away'

Chapter 045-To Sato (3/4)

Sato Honten

"Actually, it's just a little thing, I think you should be able to understand my intentions."

Sasaki Azusa sat across from Mr. Sato, turning a blind eye to the servants waiting for orders behind him.

At this moment, Azusa Sasaki had a light but meaningful smile on his face, and his oppressive vision of Mr. Sato was not half weak.

She does not regard Mr. Sato as a "person", but follows the teachings of her grandfather and regards things like him as "germs" that can run and jump.

It is a pity that as long as Mr. Sato stays in Osaka for a day, the Sato clan is hard to shake.

But it's okay.

Sasaki Azusa doesn't think he is a great person, nor does he have the intention to be the so-called "hero of justice". Mr. Sato's stigma is not her turn to uphold justice.She just... hopes that her friends can be well, but she barely has a little bit of capital in this strange land.

"I feel sorry for Mr. Sato's daughters, but you are a wise person and you must be able to understand."

Sasaki Azusa raised his hand to decline the tea served by the servant, narrowed his light brown eyes and smiled: "Kira-kun is the victim of those incidents, and he is the one targeted by your daughters."

Finding the file from the bag, Azusa Sasaki pushed the slightly thick file to Mr. Sato.

Glancing at her gloves when she retracted her hand, she continued: "But the experience of Miss Sato is indeed deeply regrettable. If you...if you have to anger, maybe you can try to divert your anger."

As for the contents of the document, Azusa Sasaki kept silent.

And Mr. Sato’s silence had nothing to do with her. After saying what she wanted to say, she got up with an umbrella, "Then, I won’t take up Mr. Sato’s time."

At this time, Mr. Sato, who cherishes words like gold, said solemnly, "Send Miss Sasaki."

"Yes."

The housekeeper who almost went with Mr. Sato bowed slightly and raised her hand to lead the way to Azusa Sasaki: "Please follow me."

"Thank you."

Sasaki Azusa smiled and followed behind the housekeeper and left the Sato main house safely as expected.

Standing in front of the Sato's house which was too large and arrogant, Azusa Sasaki turned his head.

She raised her hand to cover the dazzling sunlight, and slightly nodded at the man who was squatting on the roof of the building with excellent visibility not far away-she was not sure if the other party could see her movements, but the other party could definitely catch her intentional stop Figure.

Seeing the man disappearing on the roof, Azusa Sasaki opened the umbrella and walked towards the sun-drenched place-finally he could go home.

Sato Honten——

Mr. Sato looked at the things left behind by Azusa Sasaki and was silent.

This stressful silence lasted for about 30 minutes before Mr. Sato threw the documents on the table.

It's not a great thing.

It's just that the Sato clan has been stigmatized since its rise. Even if it has begun to converge in recent years, there are still some matters that are too late to deal with the aftermath-the evidence is not easy to find. Andy, the old butler in Italy, solved the trouble for Azusa Sasaki.

They know how to forge evidence, and no matter how false the evidence is incomprehensible, it can always be suspiciously compiled in the hands of people with ghosts.What's more... none of this is wrong to Mr. Sato.