"Mr. Hayami, there is something I want to ask you."

Hearing the words of the twenty-something female guest before him, Hagiwara Kenji, who was in disguise, faltered in his smile, then regained his original composure. "Ah, Ms. Tsukino, feel free to ask anything you have."

"The new kid in the store."

Miss Tsukino, with her makeup lavishly applied, rested her hands on her limited-edition bag. Her every gesture revealed the demeanor of a young lady from an aristocratic family, and even her words exuded an air of wealth. "Excuse me, how much does it cost to redeem him from the host parlor?"

"I mean completely severing all ties with your store."

Miss Tsukino tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her sparkling diamond earrings. "Mr. Hayami, please name your price. I'll accept any amount."

Kenji Hagiwara, who was disguised as the owner of a male escort shop: "..."

Today is the seventh day that Hasegawa Yu has been in Kabukicho.

However, including Miss Tsukino, this was the eighth customer who came to him to ask for the redemption of the young master.

Hagihara Kenji was silent.

How did the situation develop into this?

"Um... Miss Tsukino."

The man with semi-long curly hair carefully considered his tone, lightly emphasizing certain words. "We are a legitimate, legal, and formal gigolo parlor."

I really won't sell myself unless it involves organizational tasks.

"The children who come to the male escort club are 100% willing to do so."

At least 80% of the gigolos in his shop are ordinary people who have nothing to do with the organization.

The store manager, with semi-long curly hair, tried to correct the customer, "So, the word 'redemption' shouldn't be used."

"I understand." Miss Tsukino's expression was indifferent. "Mr. Hayami means he refuses."

Thinking of some previous experiences, the store manager's forehead twitched as he added, "Our host club has some connections with the Karasuma Group. It would be best if Ms. Tsukino gave up the idea of acquiring it as soon as possible."

Seeing the regretful look on the man's face, Kenji Hagiwara, who had experienced three customers wanting to buy out the host parlor in seven days, felt very complicated.

Why did the situation develop into this?

"Did the child say anything to you?"

He persistently asked the same question he would ask any customer who came to redeem the young master, "That's why Miss Tsukino suddenly had this idea."

"No." Miss Tsukino shook her head, "Yu-chan never made any requests from the beginning to the end."

"I don't want to support him."

The female customer, facing the purple-eyed gigolo who often orders from her, frankly expressed her feelings, "I know that to me, he's like an unattainable dream. I can't and won't possess him privately."

"So I hope he can shine somewhere else, and I'm satisfied just knowing that Yu-chan is doing well and that we can see each other occasionally."

Kenji Hagiwara, who had never been involved in the fan circle and didn't understand these things at all: "..."

When they came, every customer who redeemed the young master basically made similar remarks.

"The most important point."

Ms. Tsukino changed the subject, "How did the fingerprints on Yu-chan's wrist come about? Did any of your employees bully Yu-chan for sales?"

Hagihara Kenji: "."

Very good, this sentence did not escape me.

Isn't it normal for a small formation to increase the force when suppressing someone? The young master has thin skin... and no one can be blamed for his physical condition.

Because Hasegawa Yu was wearing a long-sleeved sweater that covered half of the back of his hand that day, they didn't notice the problem, and the young master didn't mention it later, so it was not until a sharp-eyed customer accidentally saw it that Hagiwara Kenji received the news.

When Hasegawa Yu found out about this, he had already found some medicine to apply on his own. Hagiwara Kenji was torn between caring and not caring, because he always felt it was weird to approach and show concern.

In the end he chose not to care.

As for bullying...it's only been a few days, and Hasegawa Yu has almost become the darling of the store, who would bully him.

If his cell phone hadn’t been taken away, I’m guessing the young master’s contact list would have been filled with a long list of people!

Recalling this, Hagiwara Kenji skillfully gave a reason, "About this point..."

After much persuasion, the regular customer was finally sent away. The man with semi-long curly hair leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, supporting his chin with his folded hands, and sat there quietly for a full five minutes with a serious expression.

Good news: The young master is indeed extremely popular.

The bad news: the customers who have been in contact with the young master for a long time all want to redeem him, thinking that he should not be in the male escort parlor.

He couldn't understand why the situation turned out like this, which was completely different from what he had imagined!

"Xiaoyou always brings me unexpected 'surprises'." Kenji Hagiwara murmured to himself.

"Hayami-san~"

Just as I was thinking, the person in my mind appeared not far away and ran up to me with great energy. "I've changed my clothes. Today's work can start now."

Hearing the voice, Kenji Hagiwara raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the person who came.

Hasegawa Yu, wearing a navy blue plaid suit, stood not far away. The slim fit seemed to be tailor-made for him, infinitely magnifying his already perfectly proportioned figure.

He raised his arms to show the suit he was wearing. Under the light, the fabric of the suit near his shoulders and chest was faintly shiny, adding a lot of fashion sense. "The size of the suit is perfect, no need to change."

Hagiwara Kenji, who personally selected the clothes for the customer, still propped his chin up with both hands, rubbing his thumbs together. He said in a barely audible voice, "It's really shiny."

Compared with other gigolos in the shop, he doesn't seem to be in the same league.

Obviously everyone is wearing suits.

Hasegawa Yu, who only saw his lips move a few times, tilted his head and called out the name of his disguised identity, "Hayami-san?"

Hagiwara Kenji came back to his senses and sat up straight. "How's your experience, Xiaoyou? You seem to be used to it here. A week ago, you even thought gigolos were professional sluts."

This method of dealing with women, combined with the "they" mentioned on the day of the Mihua Building mission...

You can't tell at all. Although he's a fool, he's very experienced. His every word and action clearly reveals that he's never been with anyone before.

Kenji Hagiwara thought that it was a rare occasion for him to make a mistake.

He actually regarded Playboy as a simple puppy.

"Well..."

Hearing his words, Hasegawa·Single Until Now·Yu's eyes wandered, and she replied softly, "I'm quite used to it."

At first, he was really unprepared.

But later I heard that the gigolo is mainly responsible for providing emotional value to the guests, just chatting and not having to do anything else.

After observing for a period of time, Hasegawa Yuu suddenly realized the truth.

Idols who also provide emotional value to fans and sell love and dreams are, in a sense, more advanced gigolos!

But this view must never be heard by the agent.

The gigolo chatting with the guests is very similar to the autograph session between idols and fans.

The difference is that at the autograph session he can only communicate with each fan for one minute, but Cowherd can chat for a long time.

Hasegawa Yuu won’t be a gigolo, but he will be an idol!

The top idol who has been in the top tier for ten years said that he was just chatting with his “fans” and he was not afraid at all.

The only annoying thing is that other gigolos will give their contact information to their customers.

Idols are strictly prohibited from having private contact with fans. Hasegawa Yu clenched his fists and said that he would never compromise on this point!

Hagihara Kenji: "..."

Was he thrown into a trance by the unexpected blow? It seemed as if a blazing fire was coming out from behind the young master.

"The experience is over. You don't have to work from today." Kenji Hagiwara decided to stop everything from going off track in time.

If one day he meets the eldest lady of the Karasuma Group who is not afraid of her, how will he explain it to his boss?

The young lady forcibly acquired the organization's stronghold just for a gigolo in the store?

Oh, this "cowherd" was brought into the organization by you, Boss.

Thinking of this, Kenji Hagiwara couldn't help but hold his forehead. Fortunately, the second daughter of the Suzuki Group was underage and had a boyfriend, so she didn't often come to the host club.

Otherwise, given that lady's tendency to fall in love with every handsome guy she sees, she really shouldn't want to stay in this store.

"Okay~" Hasegawa Yu had no objection.

No more worrying about contact information, yay!

"Nothing to do next." Hagiwara Kenji planned to rearrange the young master's position. "Little Master, please move around freely."

Watching the young man's back as he ran away happily, the area around the man with semi-long curly hair in the noisy store gradually became quiet, forming a barrier for himself.

In fact, with Hasegawa Yu's looks, if he didn't have a background, the way to use him to the greatest extent would be to send him to the beds of important figures in the upper class.

Kenji Hagiwara's eyes dimmed, and he clearly felt as if his mind had split into two people.

An idea that still supports all the dark sides, just as he did before.

But one of them immediately suppressed the evil thoughts that had arisen in his mind and made him move in a less illegal direction.

This situation was particularly evident when he was solving a case with Hasegawa Yu.

Is it him who compromises with the young master every time, or is he influenced by the "self" in his mind?

Or is it both?

Dispelling the illusions in his mind, Kenji Hagiwara closed his eyes, then opened them again, a dark light flickering in his violet eyes.

He stood up and walked without hesitation into the dark corner of the store where the lights could not reach.

After Xiaoyou left, Hagiwara Kenji's Honkai Value has been fluctuating.

On the other side, Noah's Ark reported the status of the Honkai Value in real time. [After stabilizing, his Honkai Value stopped at 65%]

That means you didn't move, Hasegawa Yu scratched his cheek with his fingers.

Previously, Kenji Hagiwara's collapse value was 75%, but after Jinpei Matsuda's collapse value dropped from 100% to 90%, the former's collapse value also dropped.

Hasegawa Yu could vaguely feel that it was after Matsuda Jinpei accepted him that Hagiwara Kenji's collapse value, which had been stuck for almost half a month, finally started to move.

"Their relationship must be very good," he concluded. "It's not even below 50%, so they can influence each other."

[According to the information I found, they were already working together before joining the organization.]

Noah's Ark confirms the existence of mermaids. [Older traces cannot be verified in detail, but preliminary estimates suggest it is at least twenty years old.]

"Wow~" Hasegawa Yu sighed softly, his eyebrows curved, "That's great, it turns out to be a super precious childhood dye."

"Among people who are not related by blood, Nan Hao and I have known each other for ten years and I can't imagine the possibility of separation."

If we don't keep in touch, I will definitely cry.

The orange-haired young man lowered his head. He was now in a "death" state. Nan Hao's agent would probably cry to death.

There are also Sister Sara and Xing Luo, as well as many fans who are still following him since his debut.

Hasegawa Yu patted his face and said cheerfully, "Well, I can't let the number 7 bring me bad luck."

In the seventh round where he meets everyone in advance, he must succeed.

"But I still want to hate that human!" Hasegawa Yu's tone suddenly rose several degrees.

Damn it, he still refuses to return the phone to him!

Thinking of this, the orange-haired young man stopped at the door of a room and looked inside.

Through the half-open door, he clearly saw a man with black curly hair sitting at the table, assembling something with his back to him.

The young man's eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to find where his cell phone was.

Not found.

Hasegawa Yu puffed up his cheeks and knocked on the door, making a sound to remind him, "Knock, knock, knock."

Matsuda Jinpei, who had already noticed someone, paused and picked up the fallen screw without changing his expression.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, but he didn't stop them, the young man took another tentative step inside, "Excuse me~"

Still not being stopped, Hasegawa Yu moved step by step to the other party's side, squatted down, put his hands on the edge of the table, and began to mutter, "Give me back my phone."

Matsuda Jinpei, who saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, said: "..."

Can you please talk nicely? Are you asking for a cell phone or are you just being coquettish?

Hasegawa Yu, who repeated the above operations as if checking in every day, curiously leaned over again to see what the man was assembling.

"Didn't I give you a cell phone?" Matsuda Jinpei lowered his eyes.

Thinking of what Noah said about a locator being placed in the phone that could only be used to contact the childhood sweetheart couple, Hasegawa Yu felt like getting angry.

One time, he deliberately ran out without taking the new phone, and as a result, Noah found out that five out of ten people he met were Kenji Hagiwara's spies.

It can be seen from this that unless he can get a means of transportation or completely expose Noah's existence, he will have no chance of leaving Kabukicho.

"I'm talking about my phone!"

Hasegawa Yu, who was leaning on the table, puffed up his face and emphasized, "No stealing of concepts."

"I've been here for so many days, it's time for you to return my phone to me."

Matsuda Jinpei ignored him and continued with what he was doing.

Hasegawa Yu's eyes followed and he tried to identify it with the knowledge he had learned, "Is this... a bomb?"

It's a model I haven't seen before.

"Right." Matsuda Jinpei admitted bluntly, his hands quickly and steadily dismantling the bomb to the last step. "Like this, if you cut the blue line, bang—"

Hasegawa Yu did not move, and the countdown on the screen disappeared. Of course, a bomb without gunpowder would not explode.

"Senior, don't try to scare me."

The orange-haired young man closed one eye and hummed with a smug expression, his soft, fluffy hair swaying slightly. "Senior is still in this room himself."

Seeing this, Matsuda Jinpei's eyes flickered slightly, his fingertips moved uncontrollably, and he stretched out his hand towards the young man.

Hasegawa You alertly protected his head, jumped up, and retreated quickly.

No one is allowed to touch his hair!

——Pick up a small wrench on the table, the black curly-haired man sneered, "Who wants to touch it? Young master, don't be narcissistic."

Hasegawa Yu put down his hand and looked back suspiciously.

Ignoring the other person's reaction, after checking the bomb inside and out, Matsuda Jinpei left the parts scattered on the table and stood up and walked out.

Hasegawa Yuu followed closely behind, never forgetting his original intention, "Is my phone still with you, Senior?"

Noah can prove it!

"Did you see it?"

"It's my intuition!" Hasegawa Yu said firmly.

Thinking of the message his friend had just sent, Matsuda Jinpei put on his sunglasses and walked towards the parking lot. "Promise me one thing and I'll give it back to you."

"What is it?" Hasegawa Yuu learned his lesson this time. "Senior, tell me first, and I'll think about it."

The senior waved his hand unreasonably, "Forget it then."

"?"

How could this human being be like this!

From a distance, a pair of purple-gray eyes took in the scene of the orange-haired young man following the black curly-haired man.

"Xiaoyou."

Hearing someone calling him, Hasegawa Yu pricked up his ears and looked in the direction of the voice.

"Xiaoyou, come here." Fūya Ling called his name again and walked out of the shadow of the parking lot.

The orange-haired young man's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously wanted to walk towards the blond and dark-skinned man, "Senior!"

Unable to move.

“???” He flapped his hands in the air and felt his neck was a little tight.

Matsuda Jinpei grabbed the young man by the collar and sneered, "Hey, Councillor Furuya will also come to Kabukicho, do you want me to recommend some people to play with you?"

"I'm here to pick someone up."

Ignoring his words, Furuya Ling stood there with his arms folded across his chest, "Xiaoyou has been playing outside for so long, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Hasegawa Yu looked around and unconsciously shrank his neck.

What a terrible atmosphere, one where you absolutely cannot interrupt!

Is the relationship between Furuya-senpai and Matsuda-senpai really that bad?

Where does this guy get the attitude of a master from?

Matsuda Jinpei didn't let go. "Really? Someone hasn't come over for so long, so I usually just assume that my actions are approved."

Hasegawa Yu clapped his hands on his collar. What did he agree to? He didn't agree!

Fūya Rei didn't mention the reason why he took so long to come here. "It's not good to stay in one place all the time. You have to go out and see the world."

The blond, dark-skinned man smiled, "This is especially true for newcomers. As the senior in charge of him, I will naturally take him back after Xiaoyou absorbs new experience."

Hasegawa Yu blinked in confusion. What experience?

This week he either watched Hagiwara-senpai's gigolo behavior or followed Matsuda-senpai as he dismantled various things.

I’m way behind in my studies!

"Oh, then you're quite responsible." Matsuda Jinpei said with a half-smile, "How about we ask him for his opinion?"

Hasegawa Yoshinoya nodded and said, "Yes, yes, he is here."

Before loosening his collar, the black curly-haired man wearing sunglasses lowered his voice and leaned close to the orange-haired young man's ear, "Don't forget that your phone is still with me. The matter with Speyside and what you promised me are still unfinished."

Cell phones are really important. Hasegawa Yu wrinkled his nose. Senior Hagiwara said that he would talk to him about disguise in the next few days.

But what did he promise Matsuda-senpai? He just said he would consider it!

Furuya Rei's gaze lingered on the young man for a moment, "Xiaoyou, you haven't been home for a long time."

Yes, he has taken a long leave from the music store.

Hasegawa Yu agreed. He didn't know what was happening with the police officers of the Investigation Division 1. He hadn't even followed up on the bribery list of Takizawa Shinichi yet.

The two seniors suddenly fell silent at the same time.

Unaware that his lively expression had revealed all his thoughts, Hasegawa Yuu realized belatedly that the atmosphere had become stagnant, and asked, "......?"

He thought seriously for a moment, then turned to look at the black curly-haired man beside him.

The corner of Jiang Gu Ling's mouth turned down by 0.5 pixels, almost imperceptibly.

Through his sunglasses, Jinpei Matsuda looked at the young man in a good mood.

"Matsuda-senpai." Hasegawa Yuu discussed with him in a low voice, "How about I go back to Beika Town first, and then come back to finish what we agreed on?"

He took the initiative to take a step back and said, "If you don't want to return the phone, can you return the SIM card to me first?"

This time it was Matsuda Jinpei's turn to feel his mood drop by 0.5 degrees. "I refuse."

After failing to negotiate, Hasegawa Yu stared at him, making sure the man wouldn't change his mind. Three seconds later, he headbutted him without warning, "Excuse me, Matsuda-senpai."

I've been wanting to do this again for so many days, huh!

After doing the bad thing, Hasegawa Yu hurriedly ran back behind the blond senior, fearing that he would be grabbed by the collar again.

Jinpei Matsuda’s head was buzzing for the third time: Tsk.

It’s not over yet, right?

Looking at the person who had retreated behind him, Furuya Rei raised an eyebrow, met Matsuda Jinpei's gaze, and raised his voice by half a degree, "Then I'll take Xiaoyou back first."

Without saying a word, Jinpei Matsuda turned around, got into the car, and stepped on the accelerator.

Watching the navy blue Mazda drive away, Hasegawa Yuu was distressed, "It's not entirely my fault."

Thinking about their interactions these days, he became a little worried, "Matsuda-senpai seems angry."

"Xiaoyou, what did I tell you?"

The parking lot was empty; it was a blind spot for surveillance. Jiang Gu Lingqiu would settle the score later, "There's no need to be so polite to some people."

"ah."

Hasegawa slowly extended three fingers, his orange-gold eyes cautiously looking at the blond man, "It's not that polite, I bumped my head against Matsuda-senpai three times~"

He recalled something and added, "Including the back of the head, that's four times!"

Unsure whether to laugh or not, Rei Furuya: ...

A complex emotion emerged from his heart, and Fūya Rei narrowed his eyes as he thought of the information he had just seen.

Because of the angle, he couldn't make out Granvert's lip reading, but he could still recognize some of the young master's.

The blond, dark-skinned man suddenly took a step forward.

Hasegawa Yu stopped talking and resisted the urge to step back. Oh, could it be that Koya-senpai is also angry?

Fūya Rei blocked the man at the car door and raised his hand to pinch his chin. A vague and dangerous aura lingered around him. "What did Xiaoyou promise Granvert?"

As he said this, he looked the man up and down.

Haha, it’s obviously Speyside style at first glance, wearing such shiny clothes, just like she’s going to perform on stage.

In just a few days, the changes are quite big.

A few wheat-colored fingertips sank into the soft flesh on both sides of the young man's cheeks, forming a sharp contrast between black and white.

The orange-haired young man unconsciously raised his head, but his orange-gold eyes still reflected the figure of the blond man.

Witnessing all this, Furuya Rei's eyes darkened. "You agree to everything. Are you a piece of cake? Then when you get squeezed and squeezed, you'll wonder if it's your fault."

Hasegawa Yu, who tried to save his chin at the first moment, failed to move his senior's hand.

He felt aggrieved, "I didn't agree to everything... I still know what I can and can't do."

Fūya Ling remained silent, his purple-gray eyes fixed on him without blinking.

"Senior, can we change our posture and chat?"

Hasegawa Yuu tried to reason with the man, without any distractions, "Even if he's a bad guy, we can still talk normally. This isn't a TV show."

Jianggu Ling:......