"This is a novel angle, and you are the first to make such a suggestion to me."
The corners of Katsuki Uehara's mouth raised as he was being restrained, and he looked at her with interest.
Before closing the door, Sato Miwako pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I am 28 years old this year, not 18, okay?"
How can you eat pork if you haven't seen a pig running?
"It's my fault that I underestimated you."
Uehara apologized unapologetically, and watched the fitting room door close with his own eyes. Katsuki Uehara tilted his head slightly and glanced at the handcuffs that he could break free at will, with a smile in his eyes.
The key was taken away, but Miwako Sato didn't press it hard at all, leaving room for him to operate.
After all, this is a public place. Although there are no customers at this point, there are still five waiters. If someone comes up, Uehara Katsumi can quickly take his hands out of the handcuffs and pretend that nothing happened.
In the fitting room, Miwako Sato, who had closed the door, looked at the dress she had brought in. The calm demeanor from before was nowhere to be seen——
He patted both sides of his cheeks with both hands and took several deep breaths.
"call……"
Damn it! What did I say!
Miwako sat down on the sofa in the locker room, raised her right hand, and subconsciously pressed the back of her hand on her forehead. Miwako raised her head and closed her eyes tightly.
After a long while, he directly rubbed his hair into a mess with both hands——
The messy hair ends were scattered irregularly, adding a different kind of beauty when reflected in the full-length mirror.
Suddenly, the cell phone in her pocket rang.
The woman who thought she had a problem to deal with quickly took out her cell phone from her trouser pocket, but the note that caught her eye was the name of the man outside the door.
"...
"Hello? What's the matter?"
After pressing the answer button in a false alarm, Miwako Sato asked angrily.
"No, I just want to remind you not to forget to tell aunt that you will be late when you get home tonight, good girl."
Just a door away, she could even hear his voice coming from outside the door.
"..."
Looking down at the phone that was on a call, Miwako Sato twitched the corners of her mouth: "I thought you would tell my mother."
"You can only say this kind of thing yourself, can't you?"
The call was hung up. Miwako Sato, who was sitting on the sofa, pursed her lips, crossed her feet and kicked off her shoes. At the same time, she deleted and deleted the messages she sent to her mother——
In the end, it was simply condensed into the most concise and comprehensive sentence: [Work overtime tonight. 】
The standard shirt and hip-hugging skirt slowly faded away. Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Miwako Sato quickly put on the burgundy off-shoulder evening dress.
She is over 1.7 meters tall barefoot, with just the right amount of plumpness and slender waist. The only flaw is that her hair looks a bit messy.
She fiddled with the ends of her hair twice in front of the mirror. The tightness caused by the line-protruding evening dress made her twist somewhat uncomfortably.
She had rarely worn this type of skirt since she was a child, and she was a little uncomfortable with it.
"Um……"
After simply arranging her hair, Miwako Sato looked at her completely changed self in the mirror, and her eyes immediately fell on her feet wearing short white socks.
It doesn’t quite match, and it’s an eyesore.
"Uehara, do you have any questions about-"
As soon as Miwako Sato opened the door of the fitting room and stepped barefoot on the carpet, the first thing that caught her eye was Katsumi Uehara sitting next to a plastic model and playing with her mobile phone.
After hearing the voice, Katsuki Uehara raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up——
The tight-fitting fishtail dress perfectly outlines the beauty of women. Apart from the sloping shoulders, there are no other fancy designs, which particularly highlights the main character of Miwako Sato;
The slender legs perfectly fit the hem of the skirt, probably due to discomfort, and the white toes moved nervously on the off-white carpet.
"Perfect."
Uehara Katsumi admired from the bottom of his heart.
Miwako Sato couldn't help but take a few steps after hearing this: "I'm missing a pair of shoes."
"The legs are very beautiful. You can try pointed toe stilettos or Roman stilettos with cross straps. As for the lacquer surface, black lacquer is the best, and the red and black colors will be very eye-catching.
"You can change it to beige or nude if you don't like it."
Katsuki Uehara pursed his lips towards the three pairs of high-heeled shoes placed beside him, with a smile on his lips and said: "Of course, the most important thing now is that you untie the handcuffs for me first, my hands are going numb."
"Just in case, I think you should just cuff him like this."
Sato Miwako rolled her eyes at him, bent down to pick up the pair of beige pointed stiletto heels, and put them on her feet under the man's gaze.
"How's it going? Does it look good?"
Uehara Katsuki rubbed his chin with one hand and marveled: "It's not just beautiful that can be described."
"That's it. Is the manager of this store here? I'll ask him how much the rent is."
"In fact, if you are willing to be a model, I can give you this dress for free as a deposit, beautiful lady."
The moment Miwako Sato finished speaking, a rather aged voice came from the stairs on the second floor. The old man wearing a black suit with a small vest and a white shirt, wearing the simplest black and white outfit with a sense of luxury, immediately came into view.
Her mid-length hair, dyed silver, was tied into a ponytail on the back of her head. After taking off her sunglasses, her face smiled kindly: "Or, you can let our superstar be a model for me."
The finger with extremely obvious skin folds pointed at the man sitting beside him with his eyes rolled wildly. What the old man said surprised Miwako Sato.
"Are you... Mr. Shinnosuke Furuta?"
She was surprised: "Hello, Miwako Sato."
"Just call me Furuta. If you can call me old man like Katsumi, then I will be happier." Shinnosuke Furuta smiled kindly, and his eyes immediately fell on the model's arm.
"First Evolution"
Miwako Sato was shocked when she suddenly reacted. She turned around hastily, only to find that Katsuki Uehara's hands had escaped from the handcuffs at some point——
"I have no interest in being a model, old man. I've given up on it. Besides, I'm a rising star in the Metropolitan Police Department now, and the appearance fee is very expensive."
The man turning the handcuffs curled his lips in disdain: "If you want to prostitute a model for free, just say so, there's no need to beat around the bush."
"We haven't seen each other for so long, can't you be more enthusiastic to me?"
"Passionate about you? What did you say when you tricked me into taking photos for that magazine?" Uehara Katsumi heard this and glanced at him sideways: "Because of you, I am now being held accountable, and I am called a beautiful boy every day. have no idea?"
Miwako Sato who wanted to speak blinked her eyes, shut up immediately, and listened to the gossip quietly.
"I'm not lying to you. You just want to make a quick buck. Besides, if I hadn't given you two special training at the last minute, do you really think you could win the championship with just your three-legged cat?"
"I am also the champion without you." Katsuki Uehara stretched his neck and glared at him.
"Fart! The consequence of not having me is that after you shoot that magazine, that company will go bankrupt!" The old man lost his previous elegance and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Come on, stop putting so much money on your face."
Katsuki Uehara, who sneered at this statement, turned to look at the woman next to him: "The general store manager is here. I can't rent it anymore. This old man is very stingy. Let's find another one."
"Um?"
Miwako Sato, who was still taking this opportunity to learn about her partner's past, was watching with interest, and was stunned when she heard this.
"Haha, I don't know who the stingy one is. It's just a set of clothes, so what if I just gave it to her? It's not like someone who even--"
"It's a deal, we'll pack it up later."
"Don't play word games with me here." The old man who saw through the child's trick snorted coldly: "It's not like I won't give it away."
"No, um, Mr. Furuta, I just want to rent a dress." Hearing this, Miwako Sato hurriedly stopped her.
They were arguing about why the clothes were changed to those given to her.
In total, I only went to this Suzuki Foundation celebration, and I only wore clothes once, which was completely unnecessary.
"Look at other people."
The old man clicked his tongue and shook his head: "It's okay, kid, this dress will be my gift to you. When you get married next time, I will ask my wife to design a wedding dress for you."
——? !
"Uh, um, Mr. Furuta, you may have misunderstood. Between Uehara and I, we..." Miwako Sato, who had eaten a melon on her own head, hurriedly spoke. She hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain the reason. She hurriedly turned her elbows. To his partner.
"Don't worry, the old man is just having fun."
Katsuki Uehara curled his lips, indicating that she didn’t need to care—
The next second, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Uehara Katsuki's expression changed when he saw the name in the note, "Sato, you go through the rental procedures first, and I'll answer the phone."
"?"
Miwako Sato, who was confused, looked at his hurried away figure and frowned slightly.
"It should be my son who called. He is the manager of this store."
The old man on the side regained his elegant demeanor and said calmly: "If nothing else, he should have called to tell Katsumi that I am here."
"Call up?"
Sato Miwako blinked: "I would like to ask, Mr. Furuta, between you and Uehara..."
"This is just the way we get along with each other. It's been more than ten years. Don't worry about it."
The old man waved his hand and said happily: "I discovered Kenji's potential when he was in junior high school, so I just wanted to lead him on the road."
"secondary?"
"He and my son are in the same class. This kid has been very independent since he was a child."
At this point, the old man chuckled as if he had thought of something interesting: "You may not believe it, but this kid originally wanted to be a football player."
Hearing this, Miwako Sato was a little curious: "Football player? Didn't he pass the trial training of a professional club?"
"His motor reflexes and physical fitness are very good, and he should have been stable. Unfortunately, he injured his right ankle due to a group fight in his sophomore year of high school. I remember that he needed eight stitches on the heel of his left foot.
"I heard that if someone passing by hadn't noticed the movement and took out his mobile phone to call the police despite the risk of being beaten, I'm afraid Katsuki would have suffered more than just this injury."
The old man shook his head: "This kid is quite optimistic. I thought he would be lost for a long time."
"..."
The corners of Miwako Sato's eyes twitched vaguely a few times: "So are his feet always injured?"
"According to Kuniyan, this was the case, so he gave up the idea of becoming a football player."
"Kunihiko?"
"His good friend in high school, Oikawa Kunihiko. If you have read that magazine, you should have met him."
Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows, and the memory in her mind suddenly returned to that night.
"I don't have that kind of friend. I've already cut him off. Don't mislead people here, old man."
Uehara Katsumi, who didn't know what he said on the phone, was somewhat refreshed when he came back. After hearing this, he couldn't help but retorted: "I haven't seen that idiot in a year."
"If he were here, you two would have another fight."
The old man smiled and shook his head: "Okay, I, the old man, will not disturb you two young people from having sex with each other. I am relieved to see that you are still alive and kicking."
"Are you leaving again?" Uehara Katsumi had a look of surprise on his face.
"I'm going to fly to Milan soon, what do you think? If I hadn't come back and saw the news the day before yesterday, I wouldn't have known that such a big thing happened to you. You are so capable, right? You have to hide this kind of thing from me and Mieko."
As soon as he talked about this matter, the old man's tone was full of sincere dissatisfaction.
Uehara Katsumi, who was wronged, could only bow his head and be scolded.
This was the first time Miwako Sato saw him look down and down.
"You and Mr. Furuta seem to have a very good relationship?"
"How should I put it? He was one of the donors of the welfare home where I grew up. Although he can be a bit stubborn sometimes, he is generally a good old man."
After watching the old man leave, Katsuki Uehara shrugged and said, "But sometimes you don't believe everything he says. You have to pay attention to this."
"Can I understand that you are looking for compensation?"
"Can--"
Pursing his lips, Uehara Katsumi sighed and said: "Okay, listen, Oikawa Kunihiko and I used to be good friends, but because of one thing, he and I fell out, so I didn't bother to mention him to you.
"If nothing else happens, I will never have any interaction with him again in this life."
"So serious?" Miwako Sato was surprised.
"How should I put it... This matter is more complicated. To put it simply, he is jealous of me."
"envy?"
"You know, I'm so good."
Katsuki Uehara shrugged his shoulders. While belittling others, he did not forget to put a pat on his face: "My popularity with women is so good that I can almost be said to be the public enemy of many unmarried men. Naturally, there are many people who are jealous of me."
Sato Miwako glanced at him sideways: "So, you stole his girlfriend? Or does the woman he likes like you?
"What can make men and brothers turn against each other is usually either money or women."
Miwako Sato looked at him playfully: "Of your 11 ex-girlfriends, is it possible that one of them happens to be the one he likes?"
"When I was a junior in college, I rejected a woman's confession. Since then, he and I have become strangers."
Katsuki Uehara curled his lips: "I only found out about this after I got to the police academy, because the woman confessed to me again during the police academy.
So I think he is just jealous of my popularity. "
Katsuki Uehara's eyes were full of displeasure: "If he hadn't helped me fight before, I wouldn't have just put a sack on him that time at the police academy."
Sato Miwako said noncommittally: "The retribution for flirting with women."
"I never provoked her."
Hearing this, Uehara Katsumi couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "You don't know how scary that girl is behind her back. The tracking techniques she learned in the police academy can actually be used on me. Don't you panic if you meet such a person?" ?”
"???"
Sato Miwako was shocked.
What kind of plot unfolds.
"What happened next?"
"Nothing happened after that. She probably gave up and never provoked me again. After graduation, Oikawa Kunihiko was assigned to the same department as her as he wished."
Uehara Katsumi, who picked up his nails and blew air, said nonchalantly: "Miyamoto Yumi should have told you that there was news that I was not idle during my time at the police academy. It was her."
"You have a pretty good reputation for your own style."
"This is not called being counted, this is called being clear. I will recognize the things I have done, but I will not recognize the things I have not done.
"What if there are so many scandals affecting my relationship, right?"
Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at him: "Anyone who wants to fall in love with you must think carefully to make sure that he will not become the 12th person."
"You know, Sato."
Katsuki Uehara turned to look at himself in the mirror and smiled: "On the football field, there has always been a saying about the best 12 players.
"Moreover, compared to the starting eleven that comes and goes, this 12th talent is the key to a football club's survival in this society."
"..."
Miwako Sato blinked in understanding: "I'm going to change clothes."
"Um."
Watching the woman's swaying figure leave, Uehara Katsumi, who hummed a tune, took out a chewing gum box from his pocket, popped two pieces into his mouth and chewed them.
