"Dong dong dong." Toru Amuro knocked on the door of the room, and then pushed the door open without waiting for the person inside to answer.
"Ah, have you finished cooking?" Tsushima Shuji looked at Amuro Toru's figure and asked in a natural tone.
"Yeah." Toru Amuro glanced at Fifque sitting beside him.
"What did you talk about?" he asked the boy.
The appearance of a finque...
Something is wrong.
Silent and depressed.
"Hey~ we just talked about some interesting stories, right? Tsuru-kun?" Tsushima Shuji thought for a while and said seriously.
Wei Que seemed to have just come back to his senses, put on his sunglasses, smiled lazily and said, "Yes."
Wearing sunglasses, others can't see the slightest emotion in his eyes.
After all, in today's society, there are more and more conspirators, especially conspirators who can tell a lot from their expressions and eyes.
For example, the bourbon in front of you.
The second-in-command of the intelligence department can find clues from people's physical reactions, expressions, and even emotions.
A typical mystical conspirator.
Not a good thing.
The man with blond hair and purple eyes stared at him steadily for a long time, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "Oh~"
He made an unclear sound and said nothing more. He no longer struggled with why the atmosphere between the two of them was so depressing just now.
"It's time for dinner." He just said.
"Have a good meal." Then he stretched out his hand and naturally took Tsushima Shuji away.
"Alas..." Tsushima Shuji sighed.
Why do people need to eat?
Because I am hungry, I have to eat.
But Shuji Tsushima never ate because he was hungry.
Can't understand, don't want to understand.
Just like most people's desire to live.
Shuji Tsushima doesn’t need to understand why they want to live.
Even if you understand it, it is of no use.
For others, there are thousands of reasons for wanting to live, but none of them can move Tsushima Shuji.
He clearly knows that he is incompatible with others and even incompatible with this world, but...
Shuji Tsushima doesn't matter.
In some memories, in order to get along with the people around him, he pretended to be funny, dressed up as a clown, and smiled brightly while holding unwanted gifts.
Shuji Tsushima didn't need to do that.
He just needs to do things that he finds interesting.
And in front of this group of members of the organization...
There was no need for him to pretend to be easy to get along with.
There are many members who are misfits and loners.
In organizations, this is the norm.
But even so, the members of the organization are still humans.
Humans who need to eat.
And thinks Tsushima Shuji also needs to eat.
Even if Tsushima Shuji had lied to them before that he was an android, it would be useless.
Bourbon even muttered: "Then in order not to expose your identity, you should eat on time."
"You don't want anyone to find out that you are an android, right?"
Bourbon asked with a smile.
Shuji Tsushima: ...Next time, let’s say it differently and say that eating will affect the body functions of the android?
Toru Amuro carried Tsushima Shuji, and Kannakaku followed slowly behind.
The three of them came to the open-air garden restaurant that was highly recommended and praised by the hotel owner.
Only to find that a grill had been set up there.
The pieces of meat numbered with skewers are placed on a plate aside.
Scotland is standing in front of the grill grilling meat.
And Gin and the others...
He sat leisurely and contentedly aside, holding a small glass of wine and watching the other person work.
Shuji Tsushima: That’s too much! How can you just watch someone working in Scotland!
"Ah, you are such kind guests." Tsushima Shuji still greeted Gin and the others with an expression of not knowing each other.
"Mr. Amuro, please go and help Mr. Midorikawa. He must be very tired alone." Then he said to Amuro with a look of unbearability.
Shuji Tsushima: Well, Scotland is too tired to be alone, so I let Bourbon come with us!
Toru Amuro: ...Scotland is very tired, so you let me go? Does anyone else have no hands?
"If they take action, we may have to eat meat that tastes like carbon." Shuji Tsushima told Amuro in a very low voice with a sincere face.
Amuro Toru looked around at the members sitting there.
fell into silence.
What's the use of just killing people and doing tasks? A bunch of useless guys.
The man with blond hair and purple eyes looked at everyone in a circle with mocking eyes. Without further words, he walked to the grill and grilled with Midorikawa Mu.
Everyone who was attacked by Toru Amuro's mocking eyes showed no reaction.
Chianti originally wanted to get angry, but when he thought about the other party grilling meat for them, he suppressed it.
"I hate golden retrievers." The swallowtail butterfly at the end of Chianti's eyes fluttered as she blinked.
The guy with blond hair is the most annoying.
Especially that guy Belmode.
"Blonde hair doesn't look good..." Calvados said with a straight face.
Belmode's blond hair is so wavy that it looks great...
Before he finished speaking, Calvados saw Chianti's eyes, and he silently swallowed back the unfinished words.
They are both snipers and have received training together.
"Actually, blond hair... is pretty average, not good-looking at all." Calvados shed a crocodile tear for his lost aesthetic.
Fortunately, he doesn't like Belmod now.
Before, he wouldn't have been able to say this.
In the past, he would only say...
Belmode has blond hair, so blond hair must look good.
No wonder Chianti would just pick up the knife and fork at hand and stab him to death after hearing this.
"I will definitely kill her, kill her..." Chianti muttered with a paranoid expression.
The others just pretended not to hear.
The organization does not allow codename members to kill each other.
but……
Exceptions are made if there is a reason.
For example, if that code member is an undercover agent or a traitor, if you get the evidence, you can kill him or her.
For another example, if a Codename member dies during the mission, it actually doesn't matter.
As long as you can explain why the other person died.
For example, he was killed by the enemy due to lack of strength.
No one would go out of their way to investigate the situation.
"Here are the side dishes and drinks we sent. Thank you for your help..." The hotel owner brought several plates of side dishes and bottles of drinks.
"President Tsushima, these two bodyguards of yours are really amazing. They are even so good at cooking. I want to hire them..." Lian Lian said with emotion.
"I don't mind, if Mr. Amuro and Mr. Midorikawa are willing to accept your employment." The black-haired boy smiled politely.
"Please stop joking, Master." The blond man and the black-haired man showed helpless expressions at the same time.
"I'm afraid I can't afford to hire you two, I'm just saying this, hahahahahahahaha, please take it easy..." the hotel owner said with a laugh.
"That's great. Toru-kun and Mu-jun will participate in the Master of Cooking competition in a while!" Shuji Tsushima applauded.
"The God of Cooking Competition...is there such a competition?" The blond man twitched his lips.
It really comes out every time I think about it.
"Ah, there isn't one? Hey~ I can get one!" Shuji Tsushima waved his hand and said casually.
I have decided to find someone to hold a God of Cooking competition in a while.
Let the Bourbon and Scottish representative organizations win the championship!
"As long as you're happy." The blond man shrugged.
Anyway, when I go back this time, I and Scotland will run away.
As for competitions and stuff...
Kaa, go up yourself.
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