Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 621 - 418: Things Couples Should Do

"We... we could..." Minamoto Tamako stamred, her brain racing. With a quick thinking, she ca up with a lousy idea: "We could ask Sakurako, maybe we can get so clues."

"The Special Investigation Unit probably already took her statent, right?" Fushimi Rokukyo asked skeptically.

"Maybe there’s sothing they missed!" Minamoto Tamako suggested.

"Maybe we should let Sakurako have a break first," Fushimi Roku, rare as it was, showed a spark of humanity by considering soone else’s needs.

"You’re right," Tamako agreed.

Minamoto Tamako genuinely cared for Sakurako, and after hearing Fushimi’s suggestion, she cald down, realizing it was indeed not appropriate to disturb Sakurako’s rest.

The thought of rest made her think of sleeping; thinking of sleeping made her think of dreaming; thinking of dreaming, she rembered the tis Fushimi was her tutor...

"By the way, do you rember what I did in your dream?" Minamoto Tamako recalled this topic again.

Fushimi Roku leaned back tactically, he rembered clearly, in the dream Minamoto Tamako evolved like a super beast, different each day.

On the first day, Minamoto Tamako was just an apartnt thief easily decapitated by him; by the last day, she beca a Japanese agent, and with a super serum, she could beco Captain Arica. She inexplicably learned skills like crafting rifles by hand, climbing tall buildings, long-distance sniping, and setting up ingenious traps, and could beat him up in minutes.

"Ah, I vaguely rember a bit," Fushimi Roku said, rubbing his forehead, looking to the sky at a forty-five degree angle, "It seems you were helping raise a cat or sothing..." He changed the subject and asked, "Did you feel anything unusual when you woke up?"

Minamoto Tamako originally intended to say no, but after reflecting for a mont, she indeed noticed sothing strange: "Yes, when I opened my eyes, my head hurt terribly, it felt like it would split open, it was more painful than any cold reading I’ve done before."

"Oh? And then?" Fushimi Roku pressed on.

"Then I felt like I had gained so strange bits of knowledge," Minamoto Tamako mimicked a thoughtful pose, closing her eyes, spinning her small hand near her temple, "Mmm, let think carefully..."

"Stop thinking!"

Fushimi Roku slapped his hands on her shoulders, looking seriously into her eyes, and said sternly, "Forget it quickly! It’s all unclean stuff!"

Minamoto Tamako initially didn’t take it seriously, but with Fushimi’s words, she instead beca intrigued, racking her brains to rember, pondering if it was Fushimi’s embarrassing secrets.

"Militia Military Training Manual"... What’s this?

"Military-Civilian Dual-Use Talent Friend"... How is there such a publication?

"Complete Record of Wilderness Survival Guide"... Survival experience is flooding in!

"Complete Illustrated Guide to World Classic Light Weapons: Rifle Edition"... How is there practical effectiveness in the book?

"Modern Design Theory and thods of Infantry Automatic Weapons"... Wow, I feel like I could build a rifle myself!

Minamoto Tamako sat dumbstruck at the table, unmoved by any shaking or calling from Fushimi Roku, her eyes completely unfocused, as if her head had overheated and broken down.

Fushimi Roku thought to himself, it’s ruined, completely ruined.

Once, he even worried that Minamoto Tamako was learning too quickly, constantly pondering how to hide things, lest Minamoto Tamako learned sothing inappropriate from him.

So far, these efforts had worked well, Minamoto Tamako had only picked up so insignificant scraps (bad habits), such as "white lies," "Super Cold Reading Technique," "Perfect Life Reward Chart," "Justice Chant: Specialized Version"...

All these were re flashy tricks, harmless, not enough to threaten Fushimi Roku’s household status.

But the things Minamoto Tamako learned in the dream were of a different nature. All that knowledge ca from Fushimi Roku’s past life’s experiences, and Minamoto Tamako even learned part of the legal cases, it was blatant plagiarism!

No, I must stop this!

Fushimi Roku pinched Minamoto Tamako’s nose, leaving her breathless for a mont, her brain oxygen-deprived, feeling dizzy, she finally ca to her senses, sticking out a pink little tongue, breathing heavily.

"What are you doing!" Minamoto Tamako turned her head, breaking free from Fushimi Roku’s evil hand.

"I’m helping you co to your senses, you don’t know, just now your expression was frightening, rolling your eyes, sticking out your tongue, your face turning impossibly red, looked like a seizure." Fushimi Roku continued to spout nonsense.

Minamoto Tamako didn’t rember if she rolled her eyes just now, but she did rember sticking out her tongue, half-believed him, quickly pursed her lips, reached out to touch her face, and found it was indeed a bit hot.

"I’m fine, I was just rembering..."

Minamoto Tamako instinctively breathed on her hand back, keeping it at a constant temperature, then placed the hand on her forehead, asuring her body temperature, muttering to herself, "37.1°C, normal range is 35.8°C to 37°C, it is a bit of a fever,"

Finishing the sentence, Minamoto Tamako was startled herself.

She looked down at her little hand, wondering when did she acquire this little skill? Just using the back of her hand to gauge her precise body temperature, how is it done? Could there be errors?

Fushimi Roku sighed deeply, thinking it seed impossible to make Minamoto Tamako forget now.

"What exactly did I do in your dream?" Minamoto Tamako’s curiosity grew: "I feel like I learned a lot, was it you who taught ?"

"Kind of," Fushimi Roku said.

"It either is or isn’t, what do you an ’kind of’?" Minamoto Tamako insisted, feeling there was certainly other potential within her yet to be tapped.

She picked up a chopstick, wanting to try spinning it like Kung Fu Panda, maybe she learned Chinese martial arts in the dream... Unfortunately, she failed, the chopstick flew out, bounced off the table edge, and got stuck in her nostril.