Chapter 14 Brother, You Smell So Good
The next day, the morning tranquility was broken by the gradually rising sun, and the faint sunlight spread all over the earth.

The toast is baked to a crispy golden color, and the butter melts in the heat, which looks mouth-watering. This is a scene that appears every morning and represents happiness.

Although it was an ordinary breakfast dish that could be found everywhere and was no different from any other family, Shimizu could feel the love of her mother from it.

Perhaps it is because she is a mother who fully understands her son's taste, which is also the main reason.

The toast on the plate caught his eyes, but Qingshuijian's attention was on the mobile phone beside him.

The screen shows that LINE has received a message.

I picked up the phone on the dining table and checked it, and found that it was a message from Amamiya Iori that was received at 00:17 last night.

[Shimizu-kun, I really want to see you...]

"Was she still awake so late yesterday?"

Last night, Shimizu Mi and her were on the phone until after eleven o'clock, but it was obvious that Amamiya Iori did not fall asleep after that.

While operating his phone to reply to messages, Shimizu skillfully pinched a corner of the toast with one hand and put it into his mouth.

[Sorry, I fell asleep last night, what happened? ]

After sending the message, Qingshui was about to put down his phone when she replied immediately!
[It's nothing, Shimizu-kun, don't worry about it. ]

Was her hand speed so fast before?

Some not-so-good images flashed through his mind, and Qingshuijian replied casually as if he was just making small talk.

[What are you doing now? Are you up yet? ]

[Well, I'm making today's bento. It's Shimizu-kun's favorite tamagoyaki~]

[Qing Shui-kun has to hurry up too, we are still at the same place as yesterday, and we have to go to school together today! ]

Amamiya Iori sent two messages in succession.

"See, you can't eat and play with your phone at the same time."

"I got it."

Shimizu took back the hand that was operating the phone, but his eyes were still fixed on the five-inch screen.

Seeing her son's reaction, Hoshino Akiko smiled slyly and said in a teasing tone, "Do you care so much about your girlfriend?"

Qing Shuijian thought he understood what his mother said, but he was still confused as to why she said that.

"ha?"

This caused Shimizu to involuntarily react in this out-of-line way.

"Oh, if you find someone you're dating, be sure to share your relationship history with mom."

"What are you talking about? The girl is from our class, Amamiya. You know her, the girl who came to our house last year."

"Ah! It turned out to be that child. She is indeed a very lovely girl. It would be great if she could be my daughter-in-law."

Hoshino Akiko covered her mouth and giggled again, and hinted at Shimizu with a meaningful look.

Shimizu ignored it. As a former gal, Hoshino Akiko often deliberately said such frivolous words.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I feel that it is almost time to go to school.

So, Qingshuijian stuffed the remaining toast into his mouth and drank the milk in the cup in one breath. After chewing it several times and swallowing it all into his stomach, he left the house saying "I'm full".

……

After going out, Shimizu Mitsuki, who was yawning, did not go to the meeting place agreed with Amamiya Iori.

Walking alone along Provincial Route 32 in Shinjuku, you can see the light rail lane passing above the road. This light rail uses a suspended light rail train suspended under the track.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the tram station. Standing on the platform, Shimizu operated his mobile phone, found the note "Kondo Yuichi" on LINE, and sent a short message.

[Come to Shinjuku Line to meet me before 6:20]

While waiting for Kondo Yuichi's reply, Shimizu's eyes occasionally drifted to the upper right corner of the screen to pay attention to the time.

It is now 6:03. Kondo Yu's family is not far from here and should be here in five minutes.

Finally, after three minutes, I received this reply.

[But I'm eating the rice balls that Iori made, and I've already made an appointment with her to walk to school together]

"..."

Speechless, Shimizu organized his words and typed katakana in the input box, trying to persuade Yuu to take the train to the Shinjuku Line again, but he heard a reminder sound that the train was about to depart.

Shimizu smacked his lips and jumped onto the tram before the door closed.

This train was not the route Shimizu usually took to go to school, and if he took the train to the end it would actually take half an hour longer than walking normally.

But he had his reasons for taking this train.

After getting on the train, Qing Shuijian did not look for a seat, but walked down the train cars, looking around, as if looking for something. When he came to the third train car, Qing Shuijian's eyes were fixed on a greasy middle-aged man in his forties with a fat head and big ears.

He was unkempt, with stubble on his mouth like the spines of a hedgehog. He was wearing a loose black cotton T-shirt and a pair of mud-yellow cropped trousers.

There were fewer people in the car than expected, and there were empty seats everywhere, but this uncle deliberately chose to stand at the door of the tram.

The reason is simple.

That was to facilitate escape.

As for why I ran away——

From the beginning, the greasy uncle's eyes have been on a boy with short light blond hair who was standing in front of him with his back to him.

The blond boy was wearing Bluetooth headphones and seemed to be listening to music, and his right foot was rhythmically tapping the beat on the tram floor following the music in his ears.

He is about the same age as Shimizu Mi, and is estimated to be around 1.72 meters tall. He is wearing the same uniform as Shimizu Mi, and from the color of his tie, one can tell that he is a senior of Shimizu Mi.

It’s just that... this senior’s pectoral muscles are a bit exaggerated.

He was so immersed in his own little world that he had no idea that he had been treated as a prey.

As the tram bumped and swayed, the middle-aged man behind the boy kept trying to find an opportunity to pounce forward while the tram was shaking.

Shimizu took out his cell phone to check the time, then opened LINE again and sent a message to Kondo Yuichi.

【Are you not here yet?】

The tram will stop at the platform ahead for a while, so there's still time now.

Soon, there was a brief vibration from the phone.

Kondo Yuichi replied.

[Yeah, Iori said he doesn’t want to ride the train recently, so I won’t go either]

[We will wait for you at the old place later, you can come soon]

After reading the two messages that came in succession, Qingshui sighed to someone, put away his phone and went to the corner of the carriage.

Having come this far, Shimizu has done everything he wanted to and could do.

If I continue doing this, I'm afraid I'll be criticized for spoilers.

As all the passengers focused their attention on the screens in their hands, Shimizu Mi once again pulled out the Quata mask from his bag.

The next short stretch of road would involve several consecutive minor braking operations, which he already knew from the first round.

Two minutes later, when the time on the phone screen jumped to 6:17, Qingshuijian was already wearing the Kuatai mask on his face.

After making these preparations, Shimizu caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man standing at the door of the tram, who was ready to make a move. His face was like a bun, with a wrinkled and obscene smile.

Having been in the love field for two and a half years in the first round, Shimizu Jian can easily discern the meaning in the middle-aged man's eyes when he looks at the blond boy.

That was the look a man was showing towards a woman, and his gaze as a predator was fixed directly on the blond boy in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Qingshui told himself to just do it like he did yesterday.

In most film and television works, as long as you wear a disguise such as a mask, your true identity will not be discovered.

The man who wears his underwear outside can wear glasses, so why can't he?
About half a minute later, as expected, the tram began to make continuous slight brake sounds.

The middle-aged man who had been waiting for the opportunity had a triumphant smile on his face. Everything was going as he had rehearsed in his mind. As the tram shook due to the brakes, the middle-aged man pretended to lose his balance and pounced on the blond boy in front of him with open arms.

however--

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise of a heavy object falling to the ground, which echoed in the carriage.

That was because the middle-aged man missed his target and fell heavily on the floor of the tram. The passengers next to him thought there was an earthquake. Some kind of panic that was deeply engraved in their DNA made them look over.

"Who! Who is it!?"

The severe pain from his body instantly ignited the middle-aged man's anger, and he suddenly stood up and looked back.

I saw Qingshui Jian holding a smooth and white arm, and the blond boy from before was lying in his arms with a dazed look on his face.

When admiring this face up close, Qing Shuijian couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart that the facial features were like a masterpiece carefully carved by God, and every detail was so perfect that it was amazing. This face was undoubtedly the best interpretation of "cool" and "handsome".

The front of his eye-catching light blonde short hair had a few bangs that were carefully dyed black. His ears were pierced and he wore earrings, looking exactly like a bad boy.

That's indeed what it looks like in the eyes of others.

However, Qingshui saw that the cheeks under the mask had already turned red with embarrassment. A faint fragrance like cherry blossoms in early spring passed over his nose, and his palms felt soft and warm.

The elastic touch of the exaggerated pectoralis major muscles is transmitted through the palms.

Instinctively, he pinched it...

(End of this chapter)