"Why is Xiaoyou standing so far away?" Matsuda Jinpei asked with a smile as he looked at the young man who took a big step back after mumbling something.

Hasegawa Yuu said honestly, "It's a conditioned reflex."

Matsuda Jinpei paused for a moment, ran a hand through his hair, turned around and opened the car door first. "I'm not planning on arresting you. Get in."

Seeing the black curly-haired man sit directly in the driver's seat, Hasegawa Yu took a step towards the car, observed for a few seconds, and then trotted over to open the passenger door.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes behind his sunglasses drifted towards the young man, and only moved back to the front after he fastened his seat belt and stepped on the accelerator.

The navy blue Mazda RX-7 started smoothly and drove towards the destination.

Having prepared himself mentally, Hasegawa Yu, who originally thought he was going to smell smoke, said "Hmm?" in his heart.

He sniffed quietly, and the stinky smell in the car was gone.

It's a bit similar to the smell inside Yan Er's car.

A closer sniff still revealed a faint scent of cigarette smoke, but it was acceptable. Hasegawa Yu racked his brains for an adjective, a scent unique to a human male like Jin Ping.

Shaking off the seemingly stereotypical description, Hasegawa Yu glanced at the man beside him and noticed something was wrong. "! Jinping, are your hands shaking?!"

Trying to suppress the nerve reaction in his hand, Matsuda Jinpei, who hadn't expected to be noticed by the young man, said nonchalantly, "I've been smoking less recently. This is a normal reaction after quitting. It will be fine after a while."

Since his hands have to perform delicate operations all year round, Matsuda rarely touches substances such as alcohol that may affect the brain nerves, so nicotine becomes the easiest way to relieve stress.

His smoking before he recovered was so heavy that it was almost as heavy as the period after Hagi's death.

"Do you want me to drive instead?"

"No, it won't affect driving. I wouldn't joke about that." Matsuda Jinpei waved his hand at the worried young man. "Look, it's not shaking anymore."

"Hmm..." Hasegawa Yu puffed up her cheeks and stared at him, with a ball of yarn almost popping out of her head to represent her depression.

Feeling guilty, Jinpei Matsuda withdrew his hand without saying a word and put it back on the steering wheel.

The car was silent for a while. Hasegawa Yu's chubby face deflated like a leak of air. After confirming that the man's hands had really stopped shaking, he lowered his head and searched his pockets. "Brother Zhenping, do you want some candy?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was keeping an eye on the young man's reaction behind his sunglasses, opened his mouth and said, "Eat."

Actually, he had some smoking cessation candy in his left pocket...whatever.

"Orange mint strawberry, which flavor do you want, Brother Zhenping?" Hasegawa You looked up after finding the candy.

Matsuda Jinpei, with his naturally curly hair, withheld his gaze from the young man with brown, woolly curly hair, wearing a disguise, and said vaguely, "Orange flavor, right?"

Putting aside the fancy clothes I usually want to buy him, Hagi's aesthetic taste is pretty good.

After thinking for a moment, Hasegawa You removed the outer packaging of the lollipop and handed it to the man, "Brother Zhenping, here you go."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't take it. Instead, he leaned over and bit the round orange candy directly into his mouth. His teeth kept colliding with the candy, making a crunching sound.

"Why does Xiaoyou have so much candy on her?"

Hasegawa Yu slowly withdrew his hand with a conflicted mood and answered the man's question obediently, "I'm used to it. I always carry some candy with me when I have high-intensity dance practice."

Recently, he has been spending less time outside and exercising a lot (not counting morning swimming), so Hasegawa Yu simply increased his daily dance practice time to spend the extra calories on this.

In the past, in the original world, high-intensity dance training was often accompanied by almost non-stop schedules or even more intense concert schedules, so it would be unreasonable not to supplement it with something.

After hearing the young man's words, Matsuda Jinpei, who had just crushed the candy in a few bites, suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten that the young master next to him who had no airs at all was a big star.

Jinpei Matsuda never chases stars, and his only stereotype of celebrities is Vermouth.

He always felt that the smile on that woman's face was very hypocritical, as if she was just trying to please her fans. It was amazing that so many people were chasing after her.

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei, who had no idea of Hasegawa Yu's status in the entertainment industry in his world, said casually: "Xiaoyou must have held many concerts."

Definitely more popular than Vermouth!

"almost."

Hasegawa Yu, who couldn't even remember how many concerts she had given, was just as calm as him. "I was planning one before I came into this world~"

It's a pity that he can't hear it. Matsuda Jinpei felt a little disappointed, as he was quite curious about the live performance of the big star's concert.

As if hearing his inner thoughts, Hasegawa Yu enthusiastically suggested, "My stage performance fee is super expensive. Brother Zhenping, do you want to listen? This world is free! I can hold a small concert."

As long as there is music, anywhere can become a stage!

Before Matsuda Jinpei could happily agree, the orange-haired young man counted on his fingers and said, "Invite Noah, Kenji-nii, and Rei-nii, and wait for Morobushi-senpai to recover his memory. We can't forget Section Chief Date, their classmate."

I heard from my brother Kenji that Section Chief Date has a girlfriend. Let's go! And the officers from the Investigation Section 1, Mr. Oda, the map manager, Mr. Tazawa..."

Listening to the young man counting more and more names, Matsuda Jinpei silently closed his mouth: "..."

Where did those people at the end come from? They are really going to hold a "small" concert.

"Why do we have to invite Bourbon?" Matsuda Jinpei asked, secretly trying to annoy the blond bastard. "That guy... he doesn't seem to fit in."

"But I clearly feel that Brother Jinpei and Brother Ling have a good relationship." Hasegawa Yu muttered, almost holding the words in his mouth.

Only people who really have a bad relationship will not have such a childish quarrel!

Matsuda Jinpei didn't hear this clearly, "Hmm?"

"Brother Ling wouldn't mind inviting Brother Zhenping to the beach."

Hasegawa Yuu mentioned the plan of going to the beach together in the summer, "Jinpei-nii and Rei-nii have to get along peacefully too."

Matsuda Jinpei, who had never heard the blond bastard mention this before, gritted his teeth and said, "...No problem, I will get along well with Bourbon."

Hasegawa Yu, who was imagining a concert, didn't notice the slight difference in the word "good". "It's a good idea to get together and have a seaside concert!"

"Okay, let's go to Xiaoyou's concert together in the summer."

Jinpei Matsuda thought that by then, the memories of these red team members would probably be fully restored.

"Let Bourbon pay for it," the black curly-haired man kindly suggested. "He's a veteran of the organization, so he can cover everything."

"?"

Hasegawa Yu was skeptical, "Is that so? Brother Jinping, are you laughing?"

"The organization has regulations." Matsuda Jinpei was glad he was wearing a mask, hiding the smile in his voice, and said seriously: "Hagiri and I have been here for seven years, and we haven't received any benefits."

"Only someone like Bourbon who grew up in the organization can have this. Sigh, I'm so envious."

When he said the last three words, the man's tone twisted a few degrees, as if he was reading with a stick.

Hasegawa Yu's eyes widened. "Working part-time for seven years and getting no benefits at all?"

As expected, they are the biggest villain organization in Japan!

"If that's the case, why don't Brother Zhenping and Brother Yan'er change jobs?"

"Ahem." Matsuda Jinpei cleared his throat. "For, for free."

Although there is indeed a small part of the reason, I don’t know if Xiaoyou will believe it...

"I see."

Jinpei Matsuda: He believed it!

Is it true that someone like Xiaoyou, who is in the entertainment industry, won't be bullied by some bastards who claim to be seniors?

Concerned about someone's situation in the circle, Jinpei Matsuda successfully drove to the destination fifteen minutes before the concert started.

Because this concert received sponsorship from the Suzuki Group halfway through, the venue was much larger and more luxurious than originally planned.

Apart from the small incident where they were almost stopped by the receptionist at the door due to appearance issues, the two entered the scene smoothly.

With his sunglasses and mask still intact, Matsuda Jinpei, who had scared off the receptionist with his super-villainous aura, grabbed the young man who was about to turn and said, "This way."

"Oh." Hasegawa Yu quickly turned around and followed him, "The decoration here looks like it was copied and pasted."

Upon hearing this, Matsuda Jinpei took a quick look at the layout of the hall.

For the sake of visual effects, the overall decoration style of places such as hotel theaters is basically unified, and it is normal to have similar corridors and rooms.

But... Jinpei Matsuda frowned, there seemed to be something wrong with the spatial design of this theater.

Is he worrying too much?

Keeping the doubt in mind, he led the people to the correct venue.

The venue was divided into box seats on the second floor and ordinary seats downstairs. Kenji Hagiwara believed that the mermaid would prefer to be closer to the stage rather than in the undisturbed box, so he chose the latter.

Hasegawa Yu was very satisfied with his seat and sat down in the third row, which was very close to the stage and he could even see the singer's face clearly.

However, compared to the singer, Hasegawa Yu was more concerned about the organ that was placed on the stage early.

"It is said that after the concert, the organizer will randomly select audience members to observe and touch the instruments up close," he said with suppressed excitement.

Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow, "What is the extraction method?"

"This kind of concert usually selects the audience through a lottery draw from cardboard boxes." Hasegawa Yu closed his eyes and made a wish, "May my number or Jinpei's number be drawn!"

Tsk, no way to cheat.

Jinpei Matsuda seriously considered discussing the feasibility of behind-the-scenes manipulation with the person in charge of the drawing of lots.

Regardless of whether it can be done behind the scenes, it will not delay the official start of the concert.

The concert is divided into two parts, with a fifteen-minute break in between, and the total duration is three hours.

In addition to the famous female singer Reiko Akiba, the organizer Suzuki Group also invited other orchestras and singers.

After the lights dimmed and the music flowed in the venue, Hasegawa Yu calmed down and stared at the stage intently.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was not interested in these things, fully listened to his childhood friend's instructions. Even though he felt the music was very hypnotic, he covered his sleepy eyes with sunglasses and did not forget to sit up straight.

Taking advantage of the dim lighting in the seating area, Matsuda Jinpei unconsciously shifted his gaze to the young man next to him.

There aren't as many expressions when listening to music.

Time flew by and it was halftime. Feeling like he had enjoyed a feast for his ears, Hasegawa Yu shook his head happily, "Brother Jinping, I need to go to the bathroom."

Matsuda Jinpei was slow to respond, "Yeah."

Five minutes later, the person didn't come back.

Matsuda guessed: Maybe there were too many people queuing?

Ten minutes later, there was still no wool curl.

Matsuda sat up straight from leaning on the chair.

In fifteen minutes, the second half of the concert will begin.

Without waiting for anyone to come back, Matsuda Jinpei stood up.

What happened? Did Xiaoyou travel to another world through the toilet?

Half a minute later, standing at the door of the empty bathroom, Matsuda Jinpei folded his arms across his chest, his face gloomy.

At this moment, the phone vibrated. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number, signed N at the end.

Noah's Ark?

Matsuda Jinpei turned and walked towards the direction the AI had sent him. He tapped his phone and said, "Hello, what's going on?"

Given Hasegawa Yu's love for music, it is impossible for him not to rush back before the show starts.

Xiaoyou accidentally ran into someone from the Nican Society, but he's fine for now.

The phone was silent for a few seconds before an electronic voice rang out, "The situation is somewhat complicated. A large number of bombs have been placed in this theater."

Why are the people from the Nican Society here?

Just as he was thinking, Matsuda Jinpei glanced around and found a familiar person. He stepped forward, grabbed him, and pulled him to the corner. "What the hell?"

The members of the Nican Society were so frightened by this man who looked like a gang leader ready to start a shootout that they trembled. "Who are you?"

He looks so familiar. Have I seen him somewhere? Are there such senior officials in their gang?

"Have you seen him?"

Ignoring the other person's question, the black curly-haired man with an extremely ferocious aura took out a photo from his mobile phone and shoved it in front of the person's face.

That was before the concert started. Hasegawa Yu wanted to take a photo with the organ, and asked Matsuda Jinpei to help him take the photo from his seat.

The curly-haired young man in the photo has a bright smile and a sweet dimple on his cheek. His whole body exudes a sweet and soft aura, like a freshly baked cake, which makes people want to take a bite.

The members of the Nican Society stared at the photo in silence.

"What are you daydreaming about? I'm asking you a question." Matsuda Jinpei put away his phone and said something ambiguous, "Are you engrossed in what you're seeing?"

"No, no." The members of the Nican Society stuttered for a moment.

"Whether you have it or not."

Matsuda Jinpei, who noticed something, narrowed his eyes and punched the member hard in the abdomen.

Through his sunglasses, his emotionless turquoise eyes looked down at the member who was curled up on the ground, "I advise you to tell me what you know as soon as possible. Don't waste time."

From this angle, the members of the Mud Miser Society finally remembered where they had seen this man before, and their voices were tinged with fear, "You, you are Granwit from that organization!"

"He's the one I'm protecting."

Matsuda Jinpei stepped on the member's calf and issued a warning, "If you don't want to meet your companions in hell, then send them back to me intact. Do you understand?"