As a script crew, I don't understand you very well.

24-25

"I already talked to Police Officer Megure yesterday, and he made a report to his superiors. It has been approved that you and I will go to the mobile team for an internship for a period of time."

Matsuda stood up and pinched the soft flesh on the young man's face. Seeing the young man's unbelievable gaze and moaning cry, he let go of his hand, his eyebrows and eyes stretched: "Yesterday, you plotted against me? This pinch is considered repayment." .”

Qian Yuche expressionlessly rubbed his reddened face.

Childish adults! ! Damn! ! No one has ever pinched his face like this, not even a helper! !

[calculate? what does it mean】

【Well, according to my understanding, Maomao Asaba actually wanted to go home with Matsuda on purpose yesterday? After all, through the words, you can know that Asaha knew what will happen this morning from yesterday]

[Oh, this is just the most insignificant thought of the script team, can this be called a calculation? I'm afraid you haven't seen Mr. Tuo, Da Zai and Sen Xiao's plans before, right?]

【Well, think about the glorious history of Hong Kong black consultants... Indeed. 】

[Sisters, the road is narrow! ! This is not calculation, this is fun! ! (shock sound.jpg)]

【我屮】

【Indeed, everything is for going home with Matsuda...? 】

【A big handful of sugar】

【However, the kneading and kneading interaction is too cute! ! 】

【Yes, a fan of my girlfriend is going to become a fan of my mother (what? 】

【goose】

——

Qian Yuche stared at the car in front of him that was exactly the same as a certain blond and black-skinned man, and fell into deep thought.

...Although the curly-haired police officer's driving skills are also very good, but he didn't seem to feel any bumps yesterday? It's pretty smooth.

He settled down: "Are you driving steadily?"

Matsuda Jinhei flexibly opened the car door and sat in, sticking his head out: "Sure, of course! Didn't you sleep well when you came back last night?"

Qian Yuche stared straight at the eyes behind the curly-haired sunglasses, "That's what you said."

Matsuda raised his eyebrows: "Naturally." Even if it's drifting, he can still let the little genius get through it smoothly!

In the car, Matsuda Jinhei locked the door, confirmed that the other party's seat belt was fastened, and then slowly started the car.

Then--

It's the familiar drift again, the familiar speed.

Qian Yuche: ...

[It's over, you are over.jpg]

With a beautiful tail drift, the smooth white Mazda stopped at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department with a "swish".