"Dear me, thank you for reading my wishes, and I sincerely hope you have the abilities described on the poster.
I am Xiaomatsu Ai in the third grade. These days, I have been troubled by something and finally had to ask your company for help.
Please allow me to briefly describe. Since last month, I have started to receive frequent warning letters. Most of the places found are in shoe cabinets and desk drawers. I have tried to search for them, but in the end I have not succeeded. Instead, I have incurred even more excessive retaliation.
Horrible things such as frog legs and insect eyes began to appear in the letters.
As for the content of the letter, most of it is meaningless threats. The specific content is attached to the letter.
I still don’t understand why I was intimidated and threatened. If your wish can come true, please resolve this matter for me...and punish that person!"
Qing Keisuke took out the letter paper and scanned the words on it. In the envelope, there were several warning letters pieced together in printed fonts.
The content above is mainly meaningless but very severe threats such as "You will definitely go to hell!" and "I will kill you!"
"It's terrible..." Qing Keisuke folded the letter again casually: "School violence?"
"Maybe."
Hoshino Fujiko did not make a conclusion lightly, but with the help of this wish, she got a glimpse of Qing Keisuke's true indifferent heart.
Faced with Komatsu Ai's experience, he just commented on it indifferently, neither caring nor empathizing.
I only look forward to the price she might propose to Xiao Songai, or the price.
Looking forward to another possible game.
Is it because of the tragic past? Or is it because of nature?
Hoshino Fujiko speculates on Aoi Keisuke's true appearance - he really has the value of being observed.
"This is a wish that the club plans to take over in the near future. Before I can determine the price, I need to have a complete and sufficient understanding of the entire matter, including Komatsu Ai's personal situation."
"So...?"
Hoshino Fujiko said calmly: "This is your job as a club member."
Qing Keisuke paused and asked: "What about before I join the company?"
The eldest lady looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away and opened the book: "My subordinates will send everything I need to my table."
Qing Keisuke responded noncommittally and started reading.
——If you don’t get paid, you can’t be considered a subordinate. Of course, it’s not impossible to help the president, but you have to wait until you are free, right?
Hoshino Fujiko took a deep breath: "If you have something to say, just say it. There is no need to show off your poor, monkey-like acting skills!"
Qing Keisuke smiled and said: "It's such an interesting thing, why don't the whole company mobilize to investigate it together?"
"Lies!"
Qing Keisuke shrugged: "At least not the second half of the sentence."
The beautiful girl president thought for a while after hearing this. Investigation will indeed be a more important part of the entire club's activities. No matter how carefully her subordinates investigate, it is impossible to compare with what she saw with her own eyes.
But the problem is that she has no interest in communicating with others...unless Qing Keisuke can take over the task tacitly.
But she has no doubt that once Qing Keisuke finds out, he will definitely make her feel embarrassed and irritated again and again.
"I can provide certain support and share certain tasks, but I won't go out with you."
"...Tsundere?"
Qing Keisuke thought about it and responded happily: "Of course, I fully respect the president's instructions."
Although Fujiko Hoshino did not accept his proposal, she made concessions and most importantly shared equal tasks instead of waiting for his results from above, so it is acceptable.
"What should we focus on investigating?" Qing Keisuke asked.
"Refer to previous activity records." Hoshino Fujiko said: "Remember to write a report on your investigation process."
"You can also record reports?" Qinggui asked curiously.
Hoshino Fujiko looked a little helpless, and seemed particularly intolerant of Aoi Keisuke asking such a meaningless question. She asked in an almost calm tone: "Otherwise, who is organizing these files?"
"Ha!"
Aoi Keisuke didn't seem to feel Hoshino Fujiko's disgust, and stood up with interest and walked to the bookshelf.
A row of file boxes are neatly placed at the top, distinguished by event numbers and initials.
Not a lot, but definitely a lot.
It seems that some of the rumors about "P Club" from the outside world are not groundless.
"I heard before that someone dropped out of school because he made a wish. Which box of files was it from?"
"Drop out of school..."
Hoshino Fujiko lowered his head to think, and then said "ah" lightly.
Looking at Qing Keisuke's back, there was a trace of thought in her eyes, because Qing Keisuke still had an indifferent attitude.
If you have heard rumors about this matter, why are you still indifferent to your cruel self?
It's a pity that she didn't get the answer.
"The third file box, Momoharu Fujita."
Hearing this name, Qing Keisuke's calm heart finally began to waver, and for a moment he had many guesses.
Even Hoshino Fujiko narrowed his eyes because of it - he didn't expect Aoi Keisuke to know the inside story of the Fujita family.
Could it be that the relationship between Yui Kamaba and Keisuke Aoi is closer than she thought?
Aoi Keisuke took out the file box, calmed down his mood, and then said to Hoshino Fujiko: "It seems that this file can completely seal the coffin, after all, she is dead."
Death...
Miss Hoshino, who rarely pays attention to outside news these days, was startled for a moment. She thought of the girl she met when she was a freshman in high school. The past flashed back, and Fujita Momoharu's resolute face was still very vivid in her memory.
Hoshino Fujiko sighed and did not ask Aoi Keisuke about the cause of Fujita Moharu's death. However, the look in his eyes became more and more hollow, and his whole person seemed to become transparent and about to disappear from the world.
Qing Keisuke turned around and stared at her quietly.
In the activity room, for a while, the only sound was the sound of her turning the pages of the book.
After a long time, Hoshino Fujiko said in a very soft voice: