Gin took over the conversation.
The statement was clearly a bit narcissistic, yet the youth spoke it as if it were only natural.
Vermouth let out a light laugh, his smile incredibly charming.
The next mission can be considered a vacation, along with that Sherry you've been 'longing for' lately." The Blonde-haired woman turned back and winked her blue eyes. "If you don't want to, you can refuse~
Gin raised an eyebrow slightly. "I'll take this mission, also—"
He let out a cold sneer. "Stop testing me, Vermouth."
His voice remained low and hoarse, yet it carried a warning.
"You noticed?" Vermouth tapped his well-shaped lips with his slender fingers, then took a few steps forward, leaning close to Gin.
Her finger pressed against Gin's lips.
The Silver-haired youth looked at her for a while.
Vermouth smiled and lowered his hands, his tone lighthearted:
By the way, the performance of the previous Whisky Trio was quite good; they are almost ready to go solo or work in pairs. Do you have any subordinates in mind?
What's wrong?
I think.. both Bourbon and Rye are quite good. If you need them, I can transfer them to you.
What about Scotland?
He is actually quite capable, but on one hand, the other two are more outstanding by comparison, on the other hand—
Vermouth tilted his head, as if thinking of something amusing: "Bourbon and Rye don't get along. If the two of them become partners, there will likely be personal emotions involved, which will affect the mission."
".." He was the one who was actually surprised—that these few undercover agents could complete their probation period without "affecting" the mission and achieving it so "successfully," to the point where they were even trending toward promotions and raises.
How is it?" Seeing that he seemed somewhat lost in thought, Vermouth asked an extra question: "Have you made up your mind?
No.
Oh, come on.." Vermouth complained, his voice sounding half-hearted, "I thought you liked them and were actually interested~
You recommend them that much?
Not exactly." Vermouth spoke seriously. "It's just that compared to Vodka, who is currently following you around, their abilities are much better.
Even so, however—
I don't need it.
Gin gave the same answer as before.
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Author's Note: Sister Bei begins by mentioning that someone is a genuine fan; the second half is sincere, while the other half is using someone to test Gin's feelings for Sherry.
She has a sentimental side and is a true fan of the pairing, so she asked at first; the excitement of the inquiry has passed, so the latter part of her speech also carries a sense of testing that person.
Gin was also sincere at first, but he realized it later when Sherry was mentioned.
However, Sister Bei herself hadn't tried much to hide it; her ultimate goal was simply to reject GS.
It seems like Gin's setting of "not falling in love with anyone" was mentioned in the original work, or perhaps it was an official hint? It appears Aoyama once said, "Gin won't fall for anyone.."
This chapter is full of various foreshadowing flags.
By the way, "Martini's achievement"—no one even mentioned it at the end of the last chapter..
This chapter is probably a late-night heart-to-heart under the moonlight after the Whisky Undercover Trio's business?
By the way, a mission was issued.
Chapter 35: Chapter Thirty-three: Not Just Whisky, But Also a Name of Liquor..
Nana looked at the gift before her, feeling a moment of confusion.
“This is—?”
“It's for you.” The silver-blue haired youth had a slightly rogueish smile, but the young Detective girl still saw the hidden seriousness in the youth's expression.
She let out a soft sigh, feeling that he was becoming less and less guarded in her presence.
Or rather.. is he gradually revealing her true colors?
She reached out and lightly tapped the youth's shoulder with her fingers. "You gave a doll before, now you're giving a parrot?"
"The previous one was a gift for our relationship, this one is something else," the Niwang youth argued forcefully.
Nana was speechless for a moment, staring at the Silver-blue haired youth without saying a word.
Niwang Yaji felt somewhat awkward; on the court, he was the renowned and effortless Trickster, but in daily life, he was merely a first-year high school boy.
Facing this Senior who was older than him—and was now his Girlfriend, especially since she was also an Amateur Detective—he would still feel somewhat flustered at times.
Could it be that the Swindler and the Detective are at odds?
Niwang Yaji couldn't help but think.
No, no, no, how could that be! She cut off her own thought; they were clearly a match made in heaven!
Nana couldn't help but let out a smile, her eyes curving into crescents as the corners of her mouth lifted. "I'll accept it, then."
He thought that Yaji was quite similar to him.
He had previously given Zhenjun an Owl, now Yaji had given his a Parrot.
It's just—
"I'm not very good at raising parrots," Nana reminded her.
It's fine, it's fine." Niwang Yaji waved his hands repeatedly. "Parrots aren't hard to raise, besides—
The silver-blue haired youth raised an eyebrow. "If you can't take care of it, just give me a call! Pui~"
Alright." Nana couldn't help but laugh. She pursed her lips, trying to make her smile less obvious. "By the way, is there something you need today?
Even though it was the weekend.. one was busy with her detective work and the other with tennis, so they did not see each other often.
Instead, they often chatted online or talked on the phone.
Even though they live in the same city, their lives are practically the same as a long-distance relationship; it's truly something else.
Fine, fine, it's a bit better than a long-distance relationship.
We're off today. Didn't you say you were free today as well?" Niwang Yaji toyed with his small braid, his hazel-green eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of mischief. "Let's go on a date!
"Eh?" Nana's eyes widened in surprise.
Let's go on a date!" The Niwang youth stepped forward a few paces, leaning down slightly to meet her eyes. Two pairs of green eyes gazed at each other, the youth's voice softened, carrying a hint of coaxing for a moment: "Please, Senior—
Too close.
Nana thought to herself that she could feel her cheeks burning, she found herself completely defenseless against the words of the youth before her: "Alright, alright—you.. you back away first."
..
Standing on the tram platform, Nana thought helplessly about how things had turned out this way.
She glanced at the youth beside her, who, despite being younger than her, was over half a head taller, sighed in her heart.
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
The Tram arrived at the station quickly.
He followed Yaji onto the Tram and found a nearby seat to sit in.
She chatted aimlessly with Yaji; the youth's voice was very pleasant—at least to her. Just sitting there on the tram, chatting in such a simple way, was enough to lift her mood.
It's just that sometimes this guy really knows how to rub salt in the wound.
"What is philosophy like? What does it talk about?" She didn't ask by accident; the silver-blue haired youth's eyes were clearly filled with mischief.
Can you not bring up that topic?
Nana gave him an annoyed glare.
After sitting for a few stops like this, Nana looked at the list and found that they still had several more stops to go.
He turned his head, intending to continue chatting with Yaji—after all, their time spent together like this was not much—but the moment she turned, she saw three people carrying instrument cases boarding the Tram.
Nana gave them a curious glance, then immediately stopped paying them any attention.
There are still several stops left," she sighed softly. "Where are you taking me?
"Guess," Niwang youth said with a smile. Nana curled her lip and turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge her.
As the Tram doors were about to close, she noticed a Black-haired girl wearing a striped shirt and khaki shorts rushing in.
Nana frowned slightly.
If she hadn't misseen it, when this girl came in, she didn't even seem to glance at the vehicle?
Was she so certain she wouldn't board the wrong one, or did she see the doors closing and decide to jump on first, or—
Or was she simply not planning to pay any attention?
After this thought crossed her mind, Nana shook her head, thinking to herself that she had truly become paranoid from being a detective. This little girl looked to be only thirteen or fourteen, just at the age of starting middle school; what could possibly be wrong with him?
—This girl certainly never imagined how incredibly cool a certain Shinigami Elementary Student would become in the future.
Immediately, she was proven wrong.
That girl was clearly secretly watching the three men carrying instrument cases walking ahead, or rather, she was watching the Silver-haired youth carrying a Guitar case.
Nana couldn't help but look at the youth.
The Youth wore a knit cap, her long black hair flowing loose, with her hands casually tucked into her pockets. She wore a white shirt under a black jacket, black trousers accentuated her long, straight legs.
It didn't show on the surface, but Nana had a feeling that he seemed difficult to approach.
Nana wasn't sure what kind of person the Black-haired youth was, but regardless, it was always better to be cautious—after all, he was a stranger, observing someone for no reason could lead to an awkward situation if she were caught, even if it didn't cause any real trouble.
It was merely a chance encounter, Nana did not pay much attention on a whim, but her experience from previous missions made her remain cautious and observant of the other party, occasionally averting her gaze and often observing him only out of the corner of her eye.
Even so, the youth seemed to have sensed something. She cast a hesitant glance around, after finding nothing out of the ordinary, he appeared to frown.