Never Not
Ch. 71: Still a Question Mark

At ten o'clock in Tokyo time, Rio decided to return to his apartment after saying goodbye to Rai. He hurried to catch the last car. Unfortunately, he even hit Yuriko who was carrying a pile of cardboard on the ground floor of the apartment. No doubt, Yuriko's luggage fell to the floor.

"Gomennasai." Ryo said as he hurriedly picked up the fallen Innate Yuriko.

"Oi, you're using your eyes, aren't you?!" gerutu Yuriko was annoyed.

"Street with your feet, the lifetime of your eyes!" ryo replied, handing over Yuriko's luggage.

"You're as shitty as your brother! I mean, in addition to using your feet to step, use your eyes to see things around." Yuriko grumbled again.

"I've already apologized. I'm in a hurry to catch the last train." Ryo bowed, then decided to leave. Having just walked a few steps, he again chased after Yuriko who had entered the elevator. "Ano .. Since you're next to my brother's room, may I ask you a favor?" ask him while holding the elevator door to keep it from closing.

The four wry-faced, Yuriko asked back, "What is that?"

"Please take care of my brother!"

"What'sthis? You think I'm a daycare? After all, he is not a child anymore that needs to be taken care of," Yuriko said while glaring.

"The neighbor is the closest family. If you have a girlfriend, please introduce her to my sister!"

At that very instant, Yuriko's pupils dilated. A little surprised by Ryo's pretty silly request.

"Why not ask him to search for himself? Today there are many blind dating apps that can bring men and women together. If they fit, they can move on in the real world and get married."

"Such an app contains a group of women who see men from their jobs and salaries. It's very incompatible with Oniichan's current state."

"But not all women are like that, right?"

Ryo rounded his eyes while creating a wide smile. "Are you not a woman who's after a rich man?"

"Of course not! Salary or income affairs of my partner in the future, I do not give a high benchmark."

"Woah, I salute you so much! Rarely is there a woman who does not care about a man's high income," said Ryo with sparkling eyes like being in love.

Ah, he's really a match for Oniichan. If it's like this, I'm the spirit of matching them!

With a sweet smile, Yuriko again said, "Yes, right. For me a man just needs to have enough income. Enough to buy a luxury home, enough to buy a car, enough to give me money shopping and weekly facial care."

In that instant, the smile hanging on Ryo's face disappeared instantly, changing with a sour expression.

"You really wasted three precious minutes hearing your rant!" ketus Ryo while passing away.

"Be careful on the road, yeah! Don't forget to use your eyes to not bump into people again!" sahut Yuriko as she looked up from the elevator door.

Once on the floor of her room, Yuriko's steps came to a halt when she heard her phone ring. He had to put his luggage in front of the door to pick up the phone in his pocket. When he saw the name of the caller, he could only snort.

"Sorry, this phone number cannot be reached" Yuriko said, mimicking the voice of the operator.

"Then I'll meet the man directly," the caller replied.

A second later, the door next to his room opened. Rai leaned his back on the doorpost while straddling.

"You came back out just to shop?" tanya Rai who saw Yuriko's luggage.

"No. There's a first-floor resident who wants to move, so he's selling me some cheap cooking utensils."

Rai helped Yuriko carry the items. He also checked them one by one.

"It's like you're going to have a household."

"Sooner or later I'm going to be married, right? There will come a time when I will play a housewife, cooking a special meal while waiting for her to come home from work. Ah ... happy!" Yuriko stared at the ceiling of the room with bright sparkling eyes. Shohei's face also flashed in his thoughts.

Rai was silent for a moment. The words Yuriko spoke were exactly what a woman in her past had said. A woman who once wished to be married to him in order to have a family.

"But none of that would have been possible if I had a poor life partner. Instead of relaxing at home while waiting for her to return home from work, I had to take a break to help the household economy. For that a woman must be clever to find a partner who can realize her dreams, right?" yuriko said.

"Marriage of a rich man for the sake of the welfare of life is a form of despair of a woman who does not have any advantages" he said sarcastically.

"What did you say? Are you insinuating me?" Yuriko's voice suddenly sounded gloomy.

"If you want a man with high specifications, at least you also need to improve your quality" said Rai who directly came out of Yuriko's room.

Yuriko looked at the door that had just closed with a smiley smile as she muttered, "If you choose a mediocre man, my life will be this way. My mother remained a fisherman, while my father would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Anyway, I really like that cop ...."

Yuriko stared at the bouquet of camellias that Shohei had given her at the beginning of their meeting.

Leaning against the door of Yuriko's room, Rai sighed slowly.

Why am I even mad at him? Is it because I feel cornered? Or ... because I'm not the guy in the category?

The day changed so quickly. Right at the office break, Shohei met Kei at the usual cafe where the corner of his room became their mainstay. Yes, their meeting this time is of course related to the rejection of Mr. Matsumoto who was asked to be a speaker at the Kei event program.

"How's it going?" shohei asked while looking at the cafe menu.

"Before the dinner, my uncle suddenly became closed and reluctant to talk politics to me. That's why I asked him to introduce you to me at the dinner, at least I had a reason to invite him on my broadcast program."

"But your plan was foiled by Seina who disliked political chatter," Shohei said calmly.

Kei snorted as he threw away a face. "Hah .. know this is how the child should not have to come!"

"He's my sweetheart. I'm glad to meet him in the middle. But, from last night's meeting at least I got a hint even if it's just a little." Shohei's eyes blinked sharply for a moment.

"What's that?"

"Did you remember when your uncle confirmed what he said about personal branding that politicians have? He said some were imaged as good, simple, and populist figures. There are also those who are imaged firmly, honestly, and courageously," Shohei said, repeating Mr. Matsumoto's remarks last night, "from that sentence, he seemed to be offending a famous politician with such an image in public."

"Then who is the official whom uncle alluded to? It feels like there are a lot of officials and politicians like that" Kei thought as he sipped a coffee slowly.

"That's why we have to dig deeper into your uncle!" shohei continued with a serious look that framed his face.

Kei glanced at Shohei. "Then, when will Black Shadow go on his next mission? You asked me to find out the tenth target, while there were eight officials that Black Shadow had ambushed. That is, before you hit the tenth target, you still have to face off against the ninth target, right?"

Shohei shook his head, showing only a small pull at the corner of his lips.

Kei seemed more enthusiastic. "Can you give me a leak who's the official to be targeted?"

Shohei still showed his little smile. He propped up his chin while saying, "Our cooperation is only to find out the tenth target."

Kei leaned back for a moment with his head turned up. "You're really very careful!"

Shohei squinted his eyes. His mind was currently covered in a thick fog.

Mr. Matsumoto mentions two figures at once. First, the figure that imaged him was kind, simple and populist, which was a character from the ninth target. That is .. The tenth target is a figure who imitates himself as a firm, honest, and courageous official.

The shadow of several figures of men in suits who had large positions seemed to surround his mind at this time.

So who is the official with such a figure? What is the highest ranking general in the country? Is it the prime minister? Or ... could he be talking about himself?

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