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A tingling, numbing sensation, almost imperceptible.
Chizuru Tsukishima swallowed the food in her mouth without saying a word to stop his little actions.
She knew that if she spoke up to stop him now, this cunning man would definitely use a high-sounding excuse to cover it up.
So she chose a topic that could distract her, her voice slightly languid and hoarse: "What are your thoughts on what happened in Hirakawa-cho last night?"
"I don't have any thoughts on this. I had some things to take care of yesterday and didn't pay attention to that kind of public opinion."
Chizuru Tsukishima instinctively wanted to look down at him, but her vision was blocked by the full curves of her vest that pushed it up high, and she couldn't see the face resting on her lap at all.
"Really? Then you've missed out on a big juicy story."
A hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes, but she didn't press Qingze to ask what had delayed him last night.
As a mature woman, rather than a girl who loses her mind when she falls in love, she understands that couples don't need to pursue 100% honesty.
Doing so would be far from easy for either party; on the contrary, it would become an invisible burden.
Everyone needs to retain some personal privacy.
Qingze needs it, and so does she.
She continued sharing information, saying, "News reports say that Fox, along with his subordinates, attacked the Metropolitan Police Department's task force investigating the case."
After the Metropolitan Police Department noticed that the Ueno Group Leader's locator signal had disappeared, they immediately launched a large-scale operation, but only managed to capture four of Fox's henchmen.
The whereabouts of Fox himself and three members of the task force are unknown. Police speculate that the three are most likely murdered.
Qingze was speechless after hearing her words.
He had no recollection of ever recruiting subordinates.
Chizuru Tsukishima continued, "However, Weekly Bunshun also cited an unnamed source saying that the four people who were arrested were not Fox's subordinates at all, but members of a yakuza organization that ran a pachinko parlor."
The report also stated that the Metropolitan Police Department's operation last night yielded no results, infuriating Superintendent General Shiratori.
"Another anonymous insider."
Aozawa had heard of Weekly Bunshun, a Japanese magazine known for reporting political scandals and insider information, which often became a channel for leaks from government insiders.
The fact that this news was leaked shows that some people within the Metropolitan Police Department are stirring up trouble and trying to use this opportunity to seek something.
"That's how politics is; you always have to put on a disguise."
Chizuru Tsukishima took another bite of her sandwich, chewed slowly, and said, "I said before that the fox would be caught soon, but now I want to change my mind."
Catching him will be no easy task.
Her previous judgment was based entirely on the assumption that the fox was outnumbered and outmatched.
But now, with all sorts of true and false information mixed together, she has changed her mind. The organization behind the fox may be far larger than she imagined.
It can no longer be simply defined as a criminal organization.
Based on this series of behavioral patterns, Chizuru Tsukishima strongly suspects that the fox may harbor ambitions to overthrow the country.
"Japan is very likely to descend into chaos."
Her voice lowered slightly, and she gently patted Qingze's chest with her left hand, "Don't you have any thoughts at all?"
Qingze raised his hand and accurately grasped her smooth wrist, then guided it downwards a little. "Yes, I want to be a pilot."
"dream!"
Chizuru Tsukishima was amused by his nonsensical answer and gave him a light pinch.
Qingze immediately cried out in unison, "Ouch!" and exaggeratedly exclaimed, "It's going to break! It's going to break!"
“If it’s really that useless,” Chizuru Tsukishima said, her eyes crinkling with a seductive smile, “it would be better to just cut it off.”
To be honest, even if she had used all her strength, let alone not using any force, she probably wouldn't have been able to break that steel-like object...
The thought of possibly having to endure the "impact" of that thing in the future made Chizuru Tsukishima unconsciously press her legs together more and more, and the subtle friction from her scalp became somewhat unbearable.
Chizuru Tsukishima quickly slapped his head, her tone slightly coquettish as she shooed him away, "Alright! How much longer are you going to linger on my lap?"
"Get up right now, it's time to get ready for class!"
"Yes, Headmaster!"
Qingze naturally noticed the subtle change in her body, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.
He never denied that he was attracted to Chizuru Tsukishima's body, but didn't Chizuru Tsukishima also want him?
Of course not.
When faced with a flood, the first thing a normal person would do is try to clear the waterways.
He got up and left briskly.
Chizuru Tsukishima continued eating the remaining hot dog sandwich, but her thoughts had already drifted away from the campus.
Recent political developments seem to warrant close attention.
Even though Qingze hasn't explicitly stated his intention to enter politics, she needs to collect and organize the relevant information in advance so that she can come up with a practical plan for taking over when he finally agrees.
The previously drafted plan has had to be adjusted due to the unexpected variable of the fox.
But this change may not necessarily be a bad thing.
It's not just an empty saying that heroes emerge in times of chaos.
In chaotic times, old rules and order are broken, and the upper class's control over the lower class is greatly weakened, which is the perfect opportunity for some people to quickly stand out.
She genuinely hoped that Qingze could figure this out as soon as possible.
Ideally, one should clearly establish political ambitions before the fox is caught, thus gaining some attention.
Deep down, Chizuru Tsukishima still believed that the fox would be arrested.
The reason is simple: in Japan, the forces capable of intervening in situations go far beyond Japan's own power, including the ubiquitous CIA.
If the situation develops to the point where the Japanese government can no longer control it, the CIA will inevitably intervene.
Given the CIA's global intelligence network and capabilities, how long can the organization behind the fox remain hidden?
Chizuru Tsukishima is not optimistic about this.
Although the United States is currently showing signs of decline, the fall of a hegemon is a slow process.
At least for now, the United States remains the world's most powerful military and most sophisticated intelligence network.
She simply did not believe that the organization behind the fox could withstand a full-scale crackdown launched by the CIA.
Chapter 71 The Cloak of No Trace
Jingle Bell!
The crisp sound of the school bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
At Maeda Yuuki's crisp "Stand up" command, Fujikawa Juna stood up along with the rest of the class, and in a formulaic tone, saw off the balding Japanese language teacher.
"Yuna, want to go to the restroom together?"
"Sorry, I still have student council work to do today."
Fujikawa Juna declined her friend's invitation.
She casually picked up a notebook and a sharpened pencil from the corner of the table and left the classroom with light movements.
At school, she still wore those black-rimmed glasses, but she no longer tried to hide herself as she did when buying books.
Her long hair was tied into a single ponytail, and her face was not covered by a mask, making her look refreshing and confident.
After all, while most people still relied on their parents' financial support during their student years, she had already achieved financial freedom through her writing talent.
You can buy whatever style of clothes you want, and whatever brand of cosmetics you want, you can pay for them yourself as you please.
With this kind of personality, she naturally has no need to be introverted or have low self-esteem.
However, her privately written novels are a secret forbidden zone that she absolutely cannot share with any friends.
If leaked, the high school friendships she cherishes will likely shatter instantly, and her entire school life will lose its luster.
But she was extremely fascinated by the feeling of writing these kinds of novels at school.
By harnessing the thrill of "being caught and doomed," one can ignite the deepest creative inspiration within.
After several "trials," she discovered that the best place in the school to write novels was the classroom.
Secondly, there was the place she was heading to: the library.
The library at Nagato High School does not have a dedicated librarian; instead, it is managed by student council members on a rotating basis, much like class duty rosters.
Today, it was her turn to be on duty.
Fujikawa Junna walked briskly to the fifth floor and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the library.
The library is brightly lit, with several large windows on the wall facing the entrance. The curtains are all open, allowing the warm sunlight to pour in and bathe the rows of bookshelves in a warm hue.
She walked behind the front desk, sat down in the administrator's seat, and opened her notebook.
The outline of the novel has been conceived; the next step is to refine the opening plot.
How can the character "Qingze" in the story be made to give up his "first blood" in a reasonable way, while also preventing the reader from feeling that the plot is abrupt or that the character has become stupid?
Most importantly, his straight male personality must be accurately captured and highlighted.
Readers prefer the subtle process of a straight man being gradually "bent" rather than a crude description that jumps straight to the point.
Fujikawa Junna pondered for a moment, then lowered her head, the pencil tip gently touching the paper, making a fine and rapid "shush" sound.
However, this focus did not last long.
Suddenly, there was a soft "click" from the library doorknob, as someone turned it from the outside.
Upon hearing the noise, Fujikawa Junna abruptly raised her head like a startled fawn.
A tall figure strode in.
"Ah! Professor Ao-Aozawa?!"
She gasped in surprise. In her extreme tension, she instinctively tightened her grip, and with a "rip," the page with the writing on it was torn off.
Almost instinctively, she quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and clenched it tightly in her hand.