My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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When Xiaoyu saw Bai Chuanxia, ​​her expression froze, and she quickly showed a frightened look: "Who are you? I don't know you."

The college student's dejection vanished instantly. He stood in front of Xiaoyu, watching Bai Chuanxia warily: "She said she doesn't know you."

"Xiaoyu," Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile, "You don't want others to know about our affairs, do you?"

He was referring to the fact that Xiaoyu was scammed yesterday. If he told her about it, her scam would definitely fail.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the college student's expression changed instantly, as if his wife had cheated on him.

Xiaoyu's big eyes welled up with tears. She smiled sadly, snatched the phone from the college student's hand, quickly added her as a friend, and then returned the phone: "You're a good person. This is my text message number. It's so good to have met you."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Shirakawa Natsumi away and ran outside, leaving the college student standing there stunned, looking pained.

The two ran to the corner, and Xiaoyu's soft expression vanished instantly. She said fiercely, "I haven't settled accounts with you yet. Do you know what the consequences will be if you get in my way?"

“Let’s talk,” Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile.

"Tch." Xiaoyu's face showed disgust: "Read less anime and novels, you won't find cute girls in high school outside. And don't put on that saintly, preachy face, it just makes people feel disgusted."

After saying that, she narrowed her eyes and leaned closer: "Or do you want to do something to me? Although I can't resist, you should know how long the sentence will be, right?"

"Anyway, if you bother me again, I'll scream for help." Xiaoyu said, then turned to leave.

"It'll only take 60 seconds of your time," Shirakawa Natsu laughed. "These might be the most valuable 60 seconds of your life."

Chapter 240 Stalking and Tailing

"I'm not interested. You'd better stay away from me." Xiaoyu gave me the middle finger. "Standing on high and acting all understanding, whether it's out of moral satisfaction or some kind of filthy thought, it just disgusts me."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

“I have no interest in your life,” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “I’ve heard you’re the most well-informed guy in this area, and I’d like to make a deal with you.”

Xiaoyu stopped, hesitated, and turned around with a suspicious expression: "You didn't come here to pretend to lecture me?"

“I have no interest in your lifestyle,” Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile. “I value your abilities and need to entrust you with some tasks.”

Xiaoyu immediately turned around, her expression still wary: "Tell me."

"How much do you charge for doing that again?" Shirakawa Natsumi pointed to the crowd outside.

"About five thousand to ten thousand yen," Xiaoyu said in a low voice.

“The income is too low,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “Your talent is enough for you to do bigger business, to operate in the gray area between black and white, not these third-rate things like theft and fraud, which could easily get you caught by the police.”

"Don't treat me like an idiot!" Xiaoyu crossed her arms, her cute little face full of disdain: "You pervert, do you want to be sentenced?"

"Why is your head full of adult stuff at your age?" Shirakawa Natsumi covered her forehead. "I'm talking about detectives, private detectives. I think you're a rising star. You're clever, a good actor, and your age won't arouse suspicion. You don't want to keep doing these petty thefts, do you?"

"A detective?" Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and she pointed to herself: "You mean me? Can I be one?"

“Of course, I’ll give you a job right now.” Shirakawa Natsu narrowed her eyes, her expression serious: “The reward is 20,000.”

"How come it's only 20,000? Anyone can easily find two fat guys and earn more than that." Xiaoyu said with a disdainful look.

She had already leaned her body towards Shirakawa Natsu.

“Although you are very talented, you’re only just starting out in this industry.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “We’re partners, and you can learn from the best people in the industry. I value your talent, so just tell me if you’ll take the job or not.”

Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with interest, but she quickly concealed it, putting on a flattering expression: "Hehe, that sounds good, I'll leave it to you, senior."

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her, then held up a finger and shook it: "Your expression changed too quickly. You failed. You're trying to pretend to agree and then find another chance to run away."

"Hmph." Xiaoyu stopped pretending when she saw that she had been exposed: "Do you really think I'm a ten-year-old? Is being a detective so easy? And who do you think you are? You're just a college student, yet you call yourself the best in this industry."

"When did you get the idea that I'm just a college student?" Shirakawa Natsumi squinted.

After experiencing a series of events, his demeanor is far beyond that of ordinary college students, which is quite impressive.

Xiaoyu was coaxed, but only for a few seconds before her head came back around, baring her teeth and claws, ready to lash out.

"Come with me, today I'll teach you the first step to becoming a detective." Shirakawa Natsu smiled and pointed to a high school girl by the roadside: "Tracking your target without being detected is the basic skill of a detective."

As he spoke, he took out his phone: "Then I used my camera equipment to record the target's every move."

"That's just plain weird," Xiaoyu said with a strange expression.

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. She had guessed right. The blond guy's photography skills were truly insane.

"Hey, haven't you seen movies? In those movies, spies and detectives track their targets and figure out their movements before they can act. That's called planning before acting. Don't taint the sacred cause with your filthy thoughts."

He finished speaking in one breath, and without waiting for Xiaoyu's reaction, he began to explain the tracking techniques.

"In tracking, the most important thing is to understand the eye's perspective."

Huang Mao's photography skills are at a beginner level; he can easily follow ordinary people and use various cameras without being detected.

But when faced with a professional like Aunt Mafei, they can be easily exposed.

In order to survive the gang incident, Shirakawa Natsu reached the intermediate level, which is already within the realm of professionals.

His current tracking and counter-tracking abilities are absolutely on par with experienced detectives like Aunt Ma Fei, who have real-world experience.

As for why he has anti-tracking capabilities, for Huang Mao, if he didn't know how to counter-track, he would already be in jail.

Tracking, counter-tracking, and equipment usage—all these elements combine to create the Yellow Hair Photography Technique.

If one can reach the advanced level, it is equivalent to the level of an elite agent who has received professional training.

Of course, he can only look at the points required for Advanced Level 120 for now.

His intermediate-level photography skills were enough for him to handle Xiaoyu, this little girl.

As Shirakawa Natsu was explaining earnestly, Xiaoyu's gaze gradually shifted from disdain to surprise.

"Alright, that's enough about the theory. Now it's time for practice." Shirakawa Natsumi said, taking out a headset from her backpack and handing it to her.

"Practice?" Xiaoyu looked at the headset, then looked up at Shirakawa Natsumi.

"Of course, do you think being a detective is just a joke?" Shirakawa Natsumi said casually, "I only value your talent. If you fail in practice, then forget what I just said. I already said that there are too many unfortunate people in this world, and I won't take care of you or anything like that."

"Talent." A strange light flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes. She immediately picked up the headset and put it on her little ear, her expression becoming confident: "Don't underestimate me, you bastard!"

She walked briskly toward her target, wearing her little leather boots.

"Hey, slow down!" Shirakawa Natsu shouted into the earpiece. "You're cute, which is an advantage, but it also makes you more noticeable. You have to overcome this disadvantage."

It was rush hour, and the streets were crowded and lively. As I passed by Xiaoyu, I couldn't help but turn around to look at this lovely girl.

"Okay, okay, you're so long-winded." Xiaoyu ran a long way, pretending to listen to music, and said into her earpiece, "Just watch."

Shirakawa Natsumi added, "Hey, don't grin like an idiot. Walking down the street with that kind of happy expression will easily attract attention."

"Who...who's happy!" Xiaoyu yelled into the headset like a fertilized rabbit.

Her shout instantly caught the attention of the girl in the high school ahead. After turning around and seeing that it was a cute girl, she didn't pay any attention and continued walking.

“You’ve already failed once, but you have two more chances,” Shirakawa Natsu said into the earpiece. “It seems you may not have the talent to be a detective.”

Xiaoyu's face darkened: "Who wants to become a detective? Don't flatter yourself."

After she finished speaking, she reached out and grabbed her earphones, as if she wanted to throw them away, but hesitated for a second and did not take them off.

"You better watch out, I'll make you beg me for mercy."

After she finished speaking, she followed the technique that Shirakawa Natsu had taught her and quietly followed behind the JK girl.

Bai Chuanxia followed behind her, occasionally teaching her tracking techniques through the earpiece. Xiaoyu complained that it was annoying, but her body moved according to his instructions.

The two followed each other all the way. Xiaoyu became more and more confident as she walked, and occasionally whispered into her earpiece, "How about it? Detective Xiaoyu has completely mastered the tracking skills. Your little tricks are too simple."

Shirakawa Natsumi smiled; this guy had already put himself in the position of a detective.

The two followed the JK girl to a corner, and Xiaoyu rushed in without thinking, only to bump into her.

"Little sister, why are you following me?" The JK girl bowed slightly, her tone gentle. After all, what bad intentions could such a cute girl have?

A hint of panic flashed across Xiaoyu's face: "Big sister, my house is up ahead."

"I see." The JK girl found it amusing and laughed, "If you weren't following me, let me take you home."

Xiaoyu chuckled twice and secretly backed away, clearly trying to slip away.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled and said into the earpiece, "As a detective, adaptability is the most important talent. This is your final entrance exam. Don't let her suspect that we're secretly filming her, or you'll fail the test."

Xiaoyu's expression changed several times.

Shirakawa Natsu was also quite worried that she would give up and run away, which would mean all the previous efforts would be in vain.

"Little sister, where do you live?" The JK girl found it interesting and pressed on.

Xiaoyu's embarrassment vanished instantly, and she shouted, "That's right, I was following you!"

"Did it fail?" Shirakawa Natsu frowned slightly.

The JK girl was taken aback when she agreed.

"It's you, you old woman! Murakami can't stop thinking about you every day!" Xiaoyu's eyes welled up with tears, her teeth clenched, looking pitiful.

The JK girl was equally confused: "Sorry, I don't know the Murakami-kun you're talking about."

"Ah, aren't you Miwako from Taniguchi High School?" Xiaoyu asked, her little mouth agape.

“Sorry, I’m not from Taniguchi High School, and my name isn’t Miwako.” JK smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Xiaoyu covered her face with her hands, turned around and ran away quickly.

JK watched Xiaoyu run away and shook his head: "Middle school students these days are so precocious."

Xiaoyu ran to the corner, stood in front of Shirakawa Natsu, crossed her arms, and looked at him with an expression that said, "Come and praise me!"

"60 points." Shirakawa Natsu nodded.

"Hey!" Xiaoyu's expression changed instantly: "Didn't you see my amazing acting just now? Why did you only get 60 points?"

"You failed the moment you were discovered." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. "Anyway, I'd say it's barely passable. That's all for today, I'm leaving."

Xiaoyu's anger vanished instantly, and she ran over quickly: "What about me?"

"Don't worry, we'll meet at the usual place tomorrow. I have something important to tell you." Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand: "Be more mature. You're my student now."

"Tch, don't flatter yourself!" Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue at him, gave him the middle finger, and then turned and ran away.

After Shirakawa Natsu waited until she disappeared from sight, she took out her phone and called Aunt Mafei: "I want Xiaoyu to stay at your house. Of course, I will pay for her living expenses. No, I feel like I know her very well."

He taught Xiaoyu tracking techniques, but he also had his own ulterior motives. Qing Shangqiu, that woman, made him feel very uneasy.

Chapter 241: Being a Role Model

Hojo Maki hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and sank her voluptuous body into the soft bed. She covered her eyes with her arm and murmured, "She's a kind child."

She is a mother of two and has tried to help Xiaoyu.

But Xiaoyu was far more wary than her age and didn't treat her with any disrespect.

Knowing that this would backfire, Hojo Maki didn't dare to force the issue. She was quite curious about what method Shirakawa Natsu had used to gain Xiaoyu's trust.

"There's a subtle kind of jealousy."

After her youngest daughter went abroad, she dressed more casually at home. After taking a shower, she picked out a sexy black tulle nightgown from the closet.

The barely-there material couldn't conceal her mature and voluptuous figure; her left hand rested on her chest, while her right hand slid down her long, slender thigh.

On lonely nights, I always use that boy as a side dish.

Of course, a mature woman is able to separate physical desires from spiritual desires.

Shirakawa Natsu only managed to fill the void of her physical loneliness in a certain sense.

Today, Aunt Mafei felt more energetic than usual.

In a high-end apartment.

"Have you ever thought about getting a boyfriend?" Shirakawa Natsu sat on the sofa drawing; he had been on hiatus for quite some time.

He knew that as an author, one cannot only create when the interest arises, just as a prostitute does not seek out clients because she enjoys it.

Therefore, he felt that cartoonists like him, who pursued their art out of interest, should be called Bodhisattvas.

Wearing yoga pants, Mikoto was doing muscle stretching exercises in the living room: "Why?"

"Anyway, you should give it a try. What if you give up without even trying, and then regret it later?" Shirakawa Natsu said while drawing.

With her long legs stretched out and her head resting on her lap, Mikoto looked at Shirakawa Natsu with her head tilted to the side: "Why do you think I haven't tried it?"