Chapter 956 Takeoka: Amuro-Kun Has a Gun Cocoon in His Hand

"Don't be so formal, Takeoka-kun, Mr. Asano is a very good boss." Azusa Enomoto smiled as he let Takeokayama Katsu into the music classroom, "Just put the lunch box here. It’s where we eat and rest.”

It was only after walking to the table that Azusa Enomoto suddenly discovered that their remaining cakes and drinks from the morning were still messily placed on the table.

Amuro Toru had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly went to clean up: "Sorry, sorry, I made you laugh."

"No, please don't mind." Zhugang Shansheng paused and suddenly asked, "What was that just now?"

"Are you asking about the cake?" Amuro Toru tied up the garbage bag and answered casually, "It's a dessert that originated in the United States, called brownie. Do you like it? If so, I can make an extra one and send it to Iroha tomorrow. .”

Takeokayama Katsu immediately declined: "No, I don't really like chocolate-flavored desserts."

"That's a pity." Amuro expressed regret, "Brownies are Mr. Asano's favorite dessert."

"No." Nobushige retorted unceremoniously without giving any face to Amuro, "It's just that the types of desserts Amuro makes are too simple, so I have no choice but to accept brownies reluctantly."

Toru Amuro: "..."

That's really sorry! !

"Amuro-kun?" Takeokayama Katsu looked at Toru Amuro.

"Well, I am Toru Amuro, the guitar teacher in the music classroom, and the person next to me is Azusa Enomoto, Miss Azusa. We can also be considered your colleagues." Toru Amuro stretched out his hand, "Please give me some advice."

"No, I am."

"I found that every new employee under Mr. Asano is very polite, and his true nature is revealed after spending some time together." Azusa Enomoto smiled and rolled his eyes, "Takeoka-kun, what do you want to eat?"

She has already opened the lids of four bento boxes, and the pork chops and fish meat are alluringly shiny.

"Just give me the rest, please."

Although Takeokayama Katsu didn't want to have lunch in the music classroom, his boss had warmly invited him after all. Even if it was to preserve his first impression in the boss's heart, he obediently stayed.

During the dinner, Takeokayama Katsu's eyes always fell on Toru Amuro inadvertently. This non-hostile look made Toru Amuro very uncomfortable.

Toru Amuro put down his chopsticks and looked at Takeokayama calmly: "Takeoka-kun, please help me see if I got rice grains on my face."

Takeokayama Katsu was stunned for a moment, hearing the voice of Toru Amuro's words, and quickly explained: "Sorry, I just noticed that Mr. Amuro has a thin callus at the junction of the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and also on the palm of his left hand. I have a guy who likes shooting. My friend has this kind of callus on his hands, so..."

Amuro Toru's expression changed slightly, and even Nobushige stopped eating and turned to look at Takeokayama Katsu.

For people like them who have been dealing with guns for a long time, it is difficult not to leave traces on their bodies, but most people cannot notice these traces while maintaining social distance.

But just by sitting face to face, Takeokayama Katsu could clearly tell where Toru Amuro had a callus, and he also mentioned a friend who often shoots. The meaning is already obvious.

Facing the calm and vigilant gazes of Toru Amuro and Nobushige Asano, Takeokayama Katsu finished what he said next: "So Mr. Amuro must have worked in a coffee shop, restaurant or something like that, right?"

Hearing this, Toru Amuro almost didn't react: "Why do you say that?"

"When you work in these places, you will inevitably have to serve plates to guests. Over time, the edges of the plates will leave such thin calluses on your hands." Takeokayama Katsu smiled sheepishly, "I also work in Iro Found it while Bo was at work.”

Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it, but waiters are not the only jobs that can leave calluses in places like this. As you said, shooters can also do it."

"That's true, but Japan's gun control is very strict, and short-term shooting training will not leave cocoons." Takeokayama Katsu asked, "Did Mr. Amuro ever be a shooting athlete?"

Nobushige raised his tea cup and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, while also hiding the smile in his eyes.

Did Tohru Amuro almost get himself into a trap?

Toru Amuro was also a little speechless. He reluctantly confirmed Takeoka Sansheng's previous guess: "Takeoka-kun is really keen. I did work as a waiter, and it lasted for a long time."

"You're flattered." Zhugang Shansheng showed a faint smile.

Azusa Enomoto listened very excitedly, her eyes sparkling: "Takeoka-kun is so awesome, are you interested in being a detective? We have a detective agency upstairs, which is also Mr. Asano's property!"

"Ah, I'm afraid this is not my strong point."

"How will you know if you don't give it a try? Amuro-kun has become a disciple of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro. Do you think he looks like a suitable person to be a detective?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

He didn't know when his image in Azusa Enomoto's heart had become so incompetent!

…

In order to thank Asano Nobushige for his hospitality, Takeokayama Katsu took two large bags of garbage for the morning and noon when he left, and walked to the garbage drop-off point one stop away.

After the meal, as the most laid-back person in the music classroom, Nobuhiro held a cup of hot tea and sat in his favorite seat by the window. While drinking water, he watched the people passing by outside the window.

Azusa Enomoto looked up during his busy time, hiding the smile on his lips, and secretly glanced at Amuro: "Amuro-kun, do you think Mr. Asano looks like an old man who lived in the Showa era?"

Toru Amuro looked along her line of sight - the warm sunshine softened Asano Nobushige's outline, making his expression gentler and more relieved. He held a cup of tea in both hands, and blew it from time to time. The hot air was lingering and very It's quiet and peaceful.

This picture is actually very cute, but with Azusa Enomoto's assumption, Toru Amuro feels that the "harmony" in Asano Nobushige is too serious.

He should be given a haori hakama, his hair should be combed in Tsukiyo style, and the background should be changed to a traditional Japanese style room.

This is not against the law!

Under Toru Amuro's gaze, Asano Nobushige suddenly seemed to remember something. He put down his tea cup, picked up his cell phone, and dialed a number. Suddenly the temperament around him changed again, this time it was much more normal.

"Hey, it's me." Xinfan switched to English naturally, "I have something I need your help with, and it's for that person..."

Toru Amuro understood Asano Nobushige's words, but he felt it was strange. Calling in English means that there is a foreigner on the other side of the phone. Could it be from the organization?

"Well, I'll trouble you then."

After the call ended, Nobuhiro skillfully opened the phone book and deleted the latest record.

The location of that number is - Sweden.