Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 192 - 113: The Great Villain Minamoto Tamako

Chapter 192: Chapter 113: The Great Villain Minamoto Tamako

Of course, Fushimi Roku knew that love and hate are mutually opposing and interdependent, like in Plato’s "Symposium," which explores the nature of love... But talking about this in daily life would just make you seem pretentious, literary, childish, and somewhat insufferable.

His social skills were at least at Level 7, so he could naturally guess what Minamoto Tamako wanted to hear—this little one had actually already made up her mind, but just couldn’t face herself honestly.

Whenever facing a young girl’s outpouring of her heart, it’s best to share in her indignation, not argue, and not reason. Fushimi Roku was silent for a moment, then began criticizing Kazama Tatsuya, going over old grievances in a frenzy, listing his faults: ’unhygienic,’ ’reckless use of Energy Boosters,’ ’never follows protocols,’ ’clearly not a good person’...

Minamoto Tamako kept saying ’No way, no way,’ ’No big deal,’ ’Senior Feng is actually quite good,’ but she actually felt a lot better inside, though she hadn’t even realized the change herself.

Fushimi Roku saw the timing was right, slapped his wheelchair, and loudly declared, "I’ve disliked that guy for a long time! You know, right? Back in the police academy, I was already at odds with him, and on the first day I came to the station, I wanted to transfer out. If it weren’t for you, I’d have fallen out with him long ago!"

"Ah? This..."

Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt complicated, not expecting Mr. Fushimi to have silently endured for her for so long... Thinking about it like this, she really wasn’t a competent captain, having never considered her teammate’s difficulties.

"I thought he’d at least have the ethics of a police officer, but who knew he’d be this kind of person—it’s perfect! From today on, it’s either him or me, and I will definitely sever ties with him!"

After Fushimi Roku finished speaking, he pointed at Minamoto Tamako’s nose and said, "As my partner, you’ll definitely stand on my side, right?"

"Uh, would that...not be too good?" Minamoto Tamako’s cowlick swayed as she spoke, feeling a bit like saying yes, but all the morals and teachings she’d accepted were telling her ’that’s wrong.’

Fushimi Roku continued to play the villain role, "What’s wrong with that? He’s already been fired, not even a colleague, just an ordinary stranger... If he tries to get chummy with you using his senior status, just say I told you to keep your distance!"

"But Senior Feng took care of me a lot on the job before..."

Minamoto Tamako poked her fingers together, not daring to look directly at Fushimi Roku.

"Well, alright then. To be honest, it’s too much to put you in such a tough spot between the two sides... My bad."

Fushimi Roku exaggeratedly sighed, his social skills were not that refined, and his acting was somewhat awkward, but it was more than enough to fool Minamoto Tamako.

Sure enough, Minamoto Tamako repeatedly waved her hands when she heard this, saying, "I didn’t mean I don’t want to, as a partner, of course, I will support you... Yeah, rest assured, I’ll explain it clearly to Senior Feng then!"

"Explain what?" Fushimi Roku pursued further.

"To uphold the justice in our hearts, the detective team will part ways with him!" Minamoto Tamako crossed her arms seriously and said, "Mr. Fushimi, rest assured, I will stand on the same side as you!"

After speaking, she felt enlightened and at ease, all entanglements became things of the past.

Fushimi Roku thought back to the things that made him sad in previous lifetimes, just to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter. He deadpanned, trying to squeeze out a moved tone: "It’s really a grievance for you, Tamako, to let you be the bad guy, you mustn’t feel good, right?"

Minamoto Tamako blushed a bit; she didn’t feel at all aggrieved, even feeling a bit like she was going along with the flow. Clearly, it wasn’t her intention, yet she received Mr. Fushimi’s gratitude, making her especially guilty, feeling undeserving.

"Not at all, if anything, I should be thanking you! Thank you for being willing to listen to my complaints..."

Minamoto Tamako immediately bowed, then instinctively asked, "By the way, why suddenly call me Tamako? Didn’t you say calling someone with ’classmate’ sounds too formal?"

Fushimi Roku had forgotten about this part. He usually shouted at or called Minamoto Tamako directly by name or used ’you,’ which was already considered polite—only when being sarcastic would he say ’Officer Tamako’ or ’Tamako.’

"So are we calling Senior Feng for dinner tonight?" Fushimi Roku deftly changed the topic.

"Of course! We said it’s a welcome party, how can we not invite him? I won’t exclude others over such trivial matters, I’ll take the opportunity while eating to talk to him in private..."

Saying this, Minamoto Tamako paused, then brought the topic back: "So why call me Tamako? We’ve been graduates for so long, how can you still call me classmate!"

Fushimi Roku didn’t answer; he pushed his wheelchair with one hand, claiming to go prepare the dinner venue.

Minamoto Tamako grabbed the back of his chair, suddenly realizing that Fushimi Roku might be as embarrassed as she was back then—suddenly changing the form of address to someone face-to-face is indeed a bit too shameful... Mr. Fushimi is probably thinking ’How could I possibly say something like this out loud?’

Thinking this, a slightly mischievous expression appeared on Minamoto Tamako’s face. She had the wicked idea of wanting to see Mr. Fushimi embarrassed, hoping to make him shyly say: ’Knowing full well I care about you, yet you insist on obsessing over trivialities... I really can’t handle you, so from now on, can I call you Tamako-chan?’

Hiss, just thinking about it feels so exhilarating!

Minamoto Tamako extended her small foot, braced it against the wheelchair, and approached Fushimi Roku from behind, looking like a ghost: "Hehe, Mr. Fushimi, where are you rushing off to?"

"Didn’t I just say? To prepare the venue."

Fushimi Roku eyed her sidelong, leaning back in his chair, able to see Minamoto Tamako’s profile, as soft as Crayon Shin-chan.

"There’s no need to rush, right?" Minamoto Tamako was almost laughing like a villain in a drama: "Let’s clear up the naming issue first! Mr. Fushimi, we’ve known each other for so long, what should you call me?"

"Sis?" Fushimi Roku said.

"Not quite." Minamoto Tamako shook her head playfully like a teacher: "Think again, at least consider my gender!"

"Sis?" Fushimi Roku knew the correct answer but just didn’t want to say it.

"Take it seriously! Think it through, it concerns the internal unity of the detective team!" Minamoto Tamako was a bit displeased.

"Ah, could it be calling you Eurasian Chicken?" Fushimi Roku babbled.

"Seriously! Don’t you remember how Kawai calls me?" Minamoto Tamako became anxious, wanting to grab Fushimi Roku by the neck and shake it, making him quickly spit out those three words.

Fushimi Roku slapped his wheelchair, acting as if he suddenly understood. Minamoto Tamako’s eyes lit up, showing a look of anticipation. Under her anxious gaze, Fushimi Roku seriously said:

"Got it, it’s calling you Egg Sauce, right?"