After school, Sakurai Ruiko ran to the student union and stopped Igarashi Mika who was about to go out.

"President!"

"Sakurai, what's wrong?"

"Did you already know that Jinguji-san and Izumi Toru are still in the same club?"

Hearing this, Igarashi Mika raised an eyebrow.

"so what?"

"But isn't this weird? It's clear that Izumi Toru wants to do something inappropriate to her, so why does she still want to stay in the same club with him?"

"So, what do you want to say?"

For some reason, Sakurai Ruiko suddenly felt a chill in her body.

However, this feeling went away just as quickly as it came.

Maybe, it's an illusion?

She didn't think too much, but expressed her doubts.

"Could it be that I made a mistake? In fact, I misunderstood Izumi Toru. Although he drank, maybe he had no intention of persuading Suo Jinguji to drink?"

"There's no point in thinking about this."

"Why?"

"The witnesses and material evidence are all there, the suspect confessed on the spot, and the conviction process was correct. From a legal perspective, you did not make a mistake."

"But maybe there is a reason?"

Igarashi Mika's expression turned cold.

"You want to say that there is something wrong with the judicial conviction process in this country?"

"I..." Sakurai Ruiko was suddenly speechless.

Seeing her like this, Igarashi Mika sighed:

"Sakurai, do you still remember your dream?"

"Yeah! I want to become Japan's first female police chief."

"Then, just remember one thing, the judicial process cannot be wrong. Even if it is wrong, it is still correct!"

"Why, why?" Sakurai Ruiko was a little confused.

"If you don't understand, ask your father for advice."

After saying that, Mika Igarashi passed her and walked towards the stairs.

behind,

Sakurai Ruiko murmured: "It's so strange..."

…

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

"Please come in."

Hearing Jinguji Kiyohime's voice, Izumi Toru opened the door and walked in.

The girl was standing in front of the desk, apparently about to write.

Today she was wearing an off-shoulder purple suspender dress with a slightly fluffy lace hem, revealing her smooth, jade-like calves.

If I don’t wear stockings, will my skin be sunburned by the sun?

I'd better stand behind her to help block the sun...

While he was thinking wildly, he walked to the girl's side.

"Izumi-kun, please don't cause trouble."

"I promise, it's just a look."

After receiving his assurance, Jinguji Kiyohime spread out the rice paper.

After hesitating for a while while writing, she turned her head and asked, "What do Izumi-kun want to see?"

"Want to write it for me?"

"Um."

"My requirements are very strict."

Jinguji Kiyohime did not have stage fright, but said seriously: "I have learned something recently."

"Looks very confident."

"What to write?"

Izumi Toru pondered for a while and asked: "It seems like the fallen flowers are returning to the branches... what is the next sentence?"

"It turns out to be a butterfly." Jinguji Kiyohime said the answer.

"Oh it's you."

The girl's heart suddenly jumped.

"That's it." Izumi Toru said.

"Um."

Wiping away distracting thoughts, Jinguji Kiyohime held her breath and concentrated on the tip of her pen.

The next moment, she said "Yeah".

Because the rice paper is stained with heavy ink spots.

"I told you not to cause trouble."

She complained somewhat to Izumi Toru, who suddenly grabbed her hand from behind.

"I thought about it. The last training on mental state was not completed yet. So, let's continue."

Izumi Toru held her soft hand.

The fingers are so slender that they are about to break with just the slightest exertion, and the smooth and tender skin is about to slip off from the top of the fingertips if you are not careful.

He couldn't bear to let go.

The breath coming from the earlobe was filled with heat, going directly into the ears and into the mind.

The girl had no intention of refusing.

Although she knew that Izumi Tetsu behind him only wanted to hold her hand.

"Um."

The girl's soft response sounded like the sound of nature in his heart. Izumi Toru carefully held her hand and lifted the pen tip.

"Wait a minute, this one is stained with ink."

"This time, it's a preliminary exercise."

Jinguji Kiyohime stopped talking.

In other words, do I need to write two words?

Seeing that she didn't resist, he held her hand and wrote the first words.

[Looks like fallen flowers returning to branches]

After finishing writing, Jinguji Kiyohime felt a little regretful. Such good words had to be thrown away because of the little ink at the beginning.

I changed the rice paper and put on the second picture.

The girl thought that Izumi Toru would finish writing the words, but she didn't expect that when he wrote the last word, Izumi Toru suddenly changed his pen and crossed out the word "head" on the previous character.

"Oh, no! I accidentally used too much force." Izumi Tetsu said with pretense of regret.

Jinguji Kiyohime turned around, her cheeks slightly bulging, and stared at Izumi Tetsu without saying a word.

There was a hint of blame in his eyes.

She didn't believe him.

Obviously I just want to continue holding it...

But why would you deliberately destroy such good words?

So angry!

So angry!

Since she couldn't speak harsh words, the girl could only express her emotions with her eyes.
To be continued...