"Team Aoyama, welcome back!" In the command room, everyone had packed up everything in advance. With the special permission of Manager Matsunaga, they also hung up some colorful ribbons and balloons, but they were incompatible with the dim background here, especially in the canteen. The customized meal has also been placed on the table, exuding a tempting aroma, and all of this is to welcome the Aoyama Suns players back to the team.
"Team Qingshan Sun has made serious changes and played a key role in the last mission. After discussion with his superiors, it was officially decided to reinstate Team Qingshan!!"
The words conveyed by Manager Matsunaga to everyone prompted this celebration banquet. Although he could not leave here to celebrate outside due to work, Aoyama was very satisfied to receive such treatment.
"Thank you everyone..." He bowed to everyone and thanked everyone, happy tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
"This is your honor, and it's time to give it back to you now, Team Aoyama." Captain Wakura stepped forward and handed the Night Raid Team badge that he had taken back to Aoyama. Aoyama took the badge and looked at the "NR" logo on it. It seemed like I was back when I first joined the team...
He put the badge away and straightened his back to salute Captain Wakura. Captain Wakura returned the same solemn salute. Shiori saw the right moment and opened the salute. Gumon and Saijo also cast affirmative glances:
"Welcome back!!"
"I'm back!!" After returning to the team again, Qingshan felt extremely friendly. The five members of the night attack team were gathered together. Everyone was very happy. They drank and tasted the delicious food together while ensuring that they were on call at any time. It felt so comfortable. !
"That's good..." Manager Matsunaga happened to be passing by here, and when he saw the beautiful atmosphere in the team, he also showed a happy smile.
"I won't let you endure all this alone..." Another team from the past, also wearing Night Raid uniforms, flashed through his mind, and he put away his smile and left quickly.
"The same regret...will never happen again..."
"welcome!"
"A bowl of ramen, thank you."
"Okay!! A bowl of ramen!!"
Haimo came to the noodle shop where Naguo worked again. Recently, he didn't know why. The noodle shop he only came to occasionally before has now become his daily check-in place.
"It's here again..." Naguo was busy in the kitchen. The student girl who also came here to work to support her life touched Naguo and asked curiously: "That strange handsome guy is here again. You said he does it every day?" Ordering the same thing and sitting in that position every day, do you think there is something about us that attracts him?"
"Uh..." Naguo turned around and glanced at Hai Mo, but his eyes happened to overlap. Hai Mo not only didn't panic, but also waved hello to Naguo confidently.
"Huh?" Naguo didn't understand his strange behavior at all. She glared at him fiercely and then turned around and continued her work: "Who is he..."
"What's wrong?" The student girl on the side had a completely different attitude towards Hai Mo, looking like a nymphomaniac: "I don't know what this handsome guy's name is. If only I could find such a partner..."
"Huh?" Naguo frowned. Her words shocked her: "What on earth can't you think of..."
Of course, she didn't say this directly, she just shook her head slightly.
"Please use your ramen slowly!" Naguo brought the ramen to Haimo, stared at him, and winked at him, as if questioning why he kept coming to the store every day.
"Thank you." Haimo still smiled and communicated with Naguo telepathically: "Of course it is to take care of Miss Miyamoto's business!"
"If you really had that thought, you wouldn't just order the cheapest ordinary ramen every day!!" Naguo was very dissatisfied with his answer. She wanted to say something more, but a new customer came, so she could only whisper. He snorted and turned around to leave. He was only here to eat noodles anyway, and he didn't do anything bad. He didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore.
Looking at her busy back, Haimo put the light ramen into his mouth, lowered his eyebrows, and said to himself: "I can't take better care of your business now because of your gift... Miyamoto Shiro..."
"Miyamoto Naguo..." He muttered Naguo's name and had a new idea in his mind.
"Huh--" After a hearty meal, everyone was very satisfied.
"Haha, it seems that everyone has not been so relaxed for a long time..." Captain Wakura smiled slightly. He knew very well that everyone has been very busy recently, and it is rare to have such a pleasant time...
"Okay, okay, it's almost time to finish packing up. Let's go back and rest early!" Vice Captain Saijo picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. She will be on duty tonight. If she doesn't drink some coffee, she won't be able to hold on.
"Um!!!"
Everyone quickly put away their plates and put all the garbage away to throw away. Qingshan originally wanted to throw away the garbage, but Shiori beat him to it: "You come back today, senior, I will reluctantly let you go!"
"Thank you, Shiori-senpai..." Aoyama scratched his head in embarrassment, not noticing Shiori blinking at Gumen.
Gumen understood what she meant and nodded slightly in response.
Qingshan was still thinking about what to do at this time: "Then I will go and return the dishes to the cafeteria now..."
"Qingshan!" Gumen called to Qingshan, and at the same time took out a delicate small box from his arms and handed it to Qingshan: "This is for you."
Captain Wakura and Vice Captain Saijo did not disturb them. They nodded and left the command room first, leaving space for Aoyama and the others.
"Senior Gumen, this is..." After taking the small box, Qingshan always felt very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before...
"This was given to me by your father, Captain Izumi Ichiro Aoyama, before he sacrificed his life." As soon as Gumen said these words, Aoyama was slightly stunned, tears were rippling in his eyes again, and his hands could not help but tremble slightly.
"My father..." Only then did he notice the red traces on this old-fashioned box, which was his father's blood...
The dusty memories came to mind again at this moment. This exquisite old-fashioned small box was specially prepared for his father when he learned that he was going to work in the universe when he was a child...
"Dad, are you going to heaven tomorrow?"
"Well, yes, I should have told you before." Izumi Aoyama reached out and touched his precious son's head. Thinking of being separated from him soon, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes inadvertently.
"Then daddy, take this with you!!"
——To be continued
