After falling in love with the leader at first sight

166-170

[Chapter 166: "A butterfly flaps its wings."]

Perhaps because winter came early, heavy snow fell in mid-December. For several days, it was gloomy every day. Coupled with the cold wind blowing from the sea all the time, even the illegal armed forces became passive.

Among them was Fyodor, who had just received information from the Special Ability Department.

Because of Nakajima Atsushi's choice, Shibusawa had no chance to use his superpowers, and there was no "Ryuhiko no Ma" to stir up the situation. Yokohama became peaceful again.

Although it was unexpected, Fyodor was not troubled by such things. After all, for the ideal of standing on the opposite side of the world, the mission plan might collapse halfway, so he still went to school on time every day, took the exam, and continued to work hard to defeat the second ideological and political teacher.

Hearing the news that the second ideological and political teacher was sent to the hospital, Mashiro Hiiragi, who was forced to recite Chinese analysis, couldn't help but look at Fyodor, who was sitting on his right, with awe - the look was very awe, but Fyodor couldn't feel it.

Fyodor turned his head and smiled: "I heard that after the composition class this morning, the Chinese teacher's high blood pressure recurred. Do you have any clues?"

Mashiro Hiiragi: "..."

As expected! This kid can't be kept!

Mashiro Hiiragi, who was furious for a moment, didn't have time to show his teeth before he was slapped on the desk by the angry Ango - to a certain extent, in Ango's heart, Mashiro Hiiragi and Fyodor are no different, they are both extremely evil people who increase his work without limit.

It snowed again in the evening, and large flakes of snow fell from the lead-gray sky, soon covering the entire street.

Stepping on the heavy snow, Mashiro Hiiragi wrapped in a scarf brought out two bottles of hot milk from the store at the school gate. Dazai, who was a little afraid of the cold, looked at the milk, shrank his shoulders, and sincerely expressed his request: "I want to eat ice cream."

Mashiro Hiiragi, who was unmoved, inserted the straw and stuffed the hot milk into his already slightly cold hands: "Yeah, yeah, let's wait for another three months."

"...What? It's actually another three months!"

Although complaining, he still drank the hot milk contentedly.

The feeling of warmth rose from the body, and the cold was dispelled. Dazai, who became active again, hung on Mashiro Hiiragi's shoulders again.

When he returned home, it was completely dark. The calm old man Hiiragi was watching a long TV series in the living room, and Mashiro Hiiragi was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Dazai, who couldn't stop, took the white radish to help peel it. After peeling for a while, he couldn't help but get close to the pot and add ingredients and seasonings while Mashiro Hiiragi turned around to get something.

The hot food was still bubbling with steam. The perceptive Mashiro Hiiragi turned his head to look at the pork bone soup in the pot, and then looked at Dazai. Dazai shrugged and began to whistle.