"Go back and have a good rest," Kitahara said to Miyagawa with a smile. Kitahara saw Miyagawa looking sleepy after staying up late. After Miyagawa read the data, his eyes were even bloodshot, as if there was a wave of emotion.

It was brewing inside and was about to explode. Kithara was a little worried that Miyagawa might have physical problems because he stayed up late and was emotionally agitated.

"When are we going to sue Kawamoto Expressway?" Miyagawa's lips have lost color because they have been bitten gently by his white teeth. Although Kawamoto Expressway's consultant law firm is his father's law firm, Miyagawa still can't

Accept that a highway company has such a waste of human life.

Although there is no concrete evidence yet, looking at the data alone, it is hard not to accept that the Kawamoto Expressway has systematically failed in its maintenance of the road. Miyagawa trembled slightly when he thought of the passengers or drivers who died on the expressway.

"Tomorrow we will go find the client, complete the final procedures, and file a lawsuit." Kitahara came over and gently patted Miyagawa on the shoulder to comfort Miyagawa.

"We will definitely win." Miyagawa turned his head and looked. There was still a timid and well-behaved look on that delicate face, but a pair of black eyes revealed a firm gaze.

.

"Yeah. I promise you, I will definitely win."

For some reason, Miyagawa felt a little relieved after hearing these brief words, as if she had forgotten the fear of facing her father in this lawsuit. She quietly continued to look at the man next to her with her peripheral vision.

The young man still stood with a somewhat careless look, and always seemed to have a vaguely cynical expression on his face. But standing next to him like this, it seemed that... he had the courage to be the enemy of the whole world.

.Thinking of this, Miyagawa slightly tightened the suit around him.

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7pm, Naniwa Internet Cafe.

As Tokyo falls into the night, the number of people in the Internet cafe gradually begins to increase. The sounds of keyboard tapping, mouse clicks, and "click, click, click" continue to echo in the hall, and from time to time, someone will shout excitedly into the headset.

At the end of the corridor of the Internet cafe, there is a bathing room dedicated to the Internet cafe. There is already a long queue in front of the bathing room. The people in the queue look at each other. And from inside the door, there are waves of "melodious" singing. Maybe it has never happened before.

After hearing such a "beautiful" song, a person in the team raised his eyebrows. He couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and knocked on the door "bang, bang, bang", "Okay, everyone is waiting for you!"

Two minutes later, the sound of water stopped.

The "beautiful" singing had also subsided, and the corridor suddenly became as quiet as a library.

Then, the door to the shower room was opened.

Kitahara held a bath towel and kept wiping his head. He held shower gel and shampoo in the other hand. He walked out of the shower room with a smile on his face. After a hearty bath, he would stay up late.

The fatigue was swept away and it was so comfortable.

The people in the team were looking at the young man coming out of the shower room with strange eyes.

There is no other reason.

His singing was really ugly. In the prelude, he sang the ups and downs of the song like a vast plain, but in the climax, he sang it into an almost neurotic convulsion.

After a while, someone in the team suddenly recognized Beiyuan, exclaimed, and then turned around to discuss with others. The whole team suddenly became a little restless.

"He is the owner of machine No. 37 from the previous arena competition!"

"Damn it. He is indeed a great god."

"Why is the master even taking a bath so unique?!"

"Who said his singing was unpleasant! That's postmodern singing, do you understand? It's a satire on contemporary art."

"Sure enough, the great god even sings in the shower with deep meaning."

Kitahara was wearing pajamas. In the Internet cafe, he didn't mind what he was wearing. People here only care about the virtual world, and no one cares about the real world full of filth and stench. Kitahara yawned and casually went to the front desk to mention

After grabbing a lunch box, he arrived at Room 37 and pushed the door open.

Inside, there was a young girl sitting, staring at the screen attentively. The T-shirt she was wearing had been changed from black to white, but it was still obviously much wider than her slim figure. Sakagami heard something moving behind her and turned around.

Looking around, he saw Beihara coming in wearing pajamas. He felt embarrassed and said in a panic: "Prosecutor...brother, what are you going to do?"

Beihara yawned loudly again, and used a bath towel to pick out his still wet ears, "You're playing games. Otherwise, get out of the way."

A man's mouth is a liar. Sakagami made a face in his heart. This excuse is too low-level. Wearing pajamas, approaching me...such...a beautiful girl, isn't she greedy for my body? This brother, good

Abnormal. When Sakagami saw Kitahara walking over, he couldn't help but immediately shrank, left his seat angrily, and shrank into a corner next to him like a cat.

Sakagami's eyes quietly looked at Beihara's back.

If this brother pounces on me, I will scream!

Um!

Time passes minute by minute, and two hours have passed in the blink of an eye...

Sakagami was leaning against the wall of the cubicle, playing with the switch, and his neck was already a little sore. At this moment, Sakagami was already doubting life. An upright and vigorous young man, wearing pajamas, was in the same room with him. As a result, he actually really

I just played the game for two hours. Is my charm too weak?

Sakagami looked at Beihara from the corner of his eye. The young man was sitting there, playing the game very seriously. He seemed to be the same as usual, but also seemed a little different from usual. The figure from the back seemed a little lonely. The delicate thoughts of a girl

, seemed to notice that the man in front of him was a little different from before.

Sakagami said: "Aren't you going home tonight?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I won't go back." Kitahara manipulated the keyboard with one hand and quickly slid the mouse with the other hand. In an instant, Pentakill appeared on the screen.

"Why?" Sakagami asked tentatively.

"Well, I just don't want to go back."

The answer is short.

If you are unwilling to explain the reason, it means there is something wrong.

From this short answer, Sakagami already roughly knew that the prosecutor brother in front of him today must have encountered something unhappy. He was about to open his mouth to comfort him, but stopped. He was only a sophomore student.

The other person should have been working for two or three years. There is at least a 5-year age difference between them. I

Thinking of this, Sakagami resisted the idea of ​​opening his mouth and could only continue to pick up the switch and peek at Kitahara from time to time.

Kitahara was playing the game, looking at the flickering computer screen, his eyebrows twitching slightly. This usually fun game, for some reason, felt completely boring at the moment. Is it because of the influence of the statistical report on the Kawamoto Expressway? I thought of this.

, Beiyuan couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Really.

How many years have I been a lawyer?

I've already gotten used to it.

Why...why are there still waves in my heart?

strangeness.

Maybe it's because I've been staying with young people for a longer time, and it's affected me.

Kitahara smiled and sighed. Then, he felt sleepy. He has to meet his client Terai tomorrow. Go to bed early. Then, he yawned again, pushed the chair directly, and picked up the hanging

The blanket on the wall clicked, the light was turned off, and he fell down directly on the small sleeping mat in the cubicle.

The cubicle suddenly turned into darkness, with only the computer screen still emitting a faint light.

"Hey~, where am I sleeping? And that blanket!!!" Sakagami suddenly exclaimed. The blanket was for her personal use. At this time, Kitahara grabbed it and draped it over her body like this.

Sakagami suddenly felt shy on his body. It was someone else's blanket.

Sakagami wanted to pull the blanket, but the blanket was pressed under Kitahara's body and could not be pulled out. Sakagami pouted slightly, and was about to ask Kitahara to return the blanket to him, when he saw Kitahara appearing to be sleeping quickly.

The expression on his face made him feel a little reluctant, which woke him up.

All right.

Today I reluctantly let you use my lady's blanket.

This is what the girl thinks in her heart.
Chapter completed!