Good Brother, Help Me Out

Gin and Guchuan faced off, neither of them saying a word.

Vodka stood behind Gin, itching to make a move, ready to rush forward and get beaten up the moment Gin gave the order.

"Here's another new assignment for you."

Gin spoke, and the tension began to ease.

"Kill this man within three days. He's a diplomat." Gin pulled out a photograph.

"A diplomat?"

Guchuan took the photo and looked at it. He remembered Conan having indirectly caused a diplomat's death before, though he did not know whether it was this one, or whether he could make it in time.

"Don't worry. Leave it to me." Guchuan wore an expression that said, If I handle it, you can rest easy.

"Get lost." Gin was as rude as ever.

Guchuan did not mind Gin's terrible attitude. He merely raised his middle finger to express his friendliness.

"Oh, right. Don't bother the boss normally," Gin suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Guchuan did not understand.

"Heh. You think saying a few bad things about me to the boss will make him suspect me?" Gin sneered.

The boss's trust in him far exceeded Guchuan's imagination. When Gin learned that Guchuan had been badmouthing him to the boss, he had nearly laughed out loud in front of Vodka.

Just as expected of a kid. He liked using tricks like that.

"Gin, I've always respected you. How could I possibly say bad things about you to the boss?" Guchuan's expression was incredibly fake.

Standing above him, Guchuan could see Gin's neck beneath the collar of his coat. If he brought a club down right there, Gin should be unconscious for quite a while.

Gin did not believe Guchuan's nonsense. He had never mentioned the incident where Guchuan tied him to Tokyo Tower, so there was definitely no way he was harboring good intentions.

"I'll be going now. As the organization's model worker, I'm seriously way too busy. I've picked up another assignment, and who knows when I'll get to rest. I really wish I could be like someone else, comfortably drinking and chatting in a bar." Guchuan spoke in a deliberately sarcastic tone.

Vodka beside them nearly exploded from anger.

They had just executed a traitor here, and the blood on the floor had not even been cleaned up. How much had this kid even contributed to the organization?

Fortunately, Guchuan left decisively. Otherwise, he would definitely have experienced Vodka's furious strike.

The moment he reached the bar's entrance, Guchuan began badmouthing Gin to the boss. Whether the boss believed him or not did not matter. If he believed it, great. If not, no big deal.

It was not troublesome anyway. He only had to type a few words.

Guchuan: Boss, Gin is practically covering the sky with one hand in Japan, favoring his own people. The worst part is that he even steals his subordinates' credit. I've suffered enough because of him. I've worked so hard for so long, yet I don't even have a codename. Otherwise, even if Gin had 48 hours in a day, he couldn't possibly do that many things.

Guchuan: The Vodka by Gin's side has it the worst. He diligently carries out assignments, yet in the end, everyone says he's just Gin's driver. I, Guchuan, truly can't stand to watch this any longer. I'm risking my life to offer the boss this advice, not for myself, but for the organization!

Guchuan: There's a reason the organization has fewer and fewer members in Japan. Gin always uses the excuse of dealing with undercover agents to kill people indiscriminately. He's completely eliminating dissidents! If I die someday, Gin will definitely be the one who killed me.

Guchuan wrote a whole long tirade, then hit send.

Although the boss would not respond to Guchuan, he still enjoyed doing it.

Under cover of night, Guchuan sped home on his motorcycle. He did not run into Yumi Miyamoto, and his mood was wonderful.

"Wake up."

Little Ai skillfully opened the door to Guchuan's bedroom and pulled back his blanket.

"What are you doing?" Guchuan snatched the blanket back in dissatisfaction, rolled over, wrapped himself up, and went back to sleep.

"Are you going to work or not?" Little Ai continued tugging at the blanket with Guchuan.

"Let me sleep a little longer." Guchuan buried his head beneath the blanket, his voice coming out muffled.

Little Ai kept trying to wake Guchuan. She truly had no idea how this guy got those abs. He ate and lazed around all day, neither exercising nor controlling his diet.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Guchuan got irritated and spread open the blanket, wrapping Little Ai inside it. Caught off guard, Little Ai was bundled into the blanket, with only her head exposed. Held tightly in Guchuan's arms, she could not move at all.

"Let go of me!" Little Ai's face turned bright red as she wriggled in Guchuan's arms like a worm.

"I'll let go once I've slept enough," Guchuan said with his eyes closed.

"I need to use the bathroom!" Little Ai struggled wildly, but Guchuan only hugged her tighter and tighter.

"I don't believe you."

Guchuan refused to let go, continuing to hold Little Ai tightly. It was not until an hour later that Guchuan finally got up in satisfaction.

After getting out of bed, Little Ai did not take her anger out on Guchuan. Instead, she walked straight into the bathroom.

Guchuan shrank his neck.

So Little Ai had not been lying when she said she needed the bathroom an hour ago. Guchuan felt that things were bad and hurriedly took out his phone to call Conan.

"Good brother, I need your help."

Little Ai stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out. Even then, she ignored Guchuan. She heated up breakfast, ate, washed the dishes, and did not exchange a single word with him the entire time.

"Ding-dong." Conan stood panting at Guchuan's front door, leaning on his electric skateboard in exhaustion.

The moment he received Guchuan's message, he ran out of Uncle Mori's house and rushed all the way over.

"Thanks, good brother. Come over and hang out more often." Guchuan took the package from Conan's hands, then shut him outside.

"Uh... Guchuan!" Conan stared blankly at the door in front of him.

Forget it, forget it. Guchuan isn't mentally sound. He must have suddenly had an episode and forgotten to invite me in. The doctor said it's best not to disturb psychiatric patients when they're having an episode. I should go check on Professor Agasa instead.

"Knock, knock." Guchuan lightly knocked on Little Ai's bedroom door.

"What is it?" Little Ai opened the door, but her expression was cold, and she did not look kindly upon Guchuan.

"This is the bag I promised to buy you." Guchuan handed the handbag to Little Ai.

Guchuan tentatively reached out to pat Little Ai's head. Although she rolled her eyes, she did not refuse.

"Hurry up and go to work. I'm going to sleep," Little Ai said to him.

"You're not coming with me?"

"I'm not going. It's boring to death."

After Guchuan left, Little Ai carefully placed the handbag beside the bouquet of carnations, then took out the thing she had hidden beneath the blanket.

By the time Guchuan arrived at Nichuri TV, it was already eleven in the morning. It was just in time for him to have a staff meal there.

Choso Fuji had never told him what time work started, so this did not count as being late.

"How's yesterday's program editing going?" Guchuan found Choso Fuji.

"More or less done. It'll air tonight," Choso Fuji said.

"OK!" Guchuan made an OK gesture.

Since it's airing tonight, should I spend some money to hire a few paid commenters?