I'm Pretending to Be an Undercover Agent in the Black Organization

Preliminary summary. My name is Kochano Mayuki, and I am a professional undercover agent. My hobby is painting nails on living people and lipstick on dead people. Recently, I have been eyeing a certain big brother in the organization with flowing silver hair. My dream is to paint his nails first and then lipstick. —— X year x month x day I was called to a meeting by the most reliable brother in the world. In the middle of the meeting, my eldest brother pointed a gun at me and asked me to kneel down in front of a man with a golden hair and two black hair. He sneered and said that someone had identified me as an undercover agent and asked me if I had anything else to argue with. Fortunately, I was so anxious that I immediately hugged my eldest brother's thigh and begged for mercy. I cried so much that my nose and tears were all stained on my eldest brother's trouser legs. In the end, my eldest brother let me go because of my old feelings. Afterwards, my elder brother's driver told me sympathetically that from now on, I would work hard to confirm my identity as an undercover agent. I would wander around on the road with and without overturning every day. The monthly KPI was the success of pretending to be an undercover agent. At the end of the year, there would be a comprehensive test. Comment, the boss, second-in-command, and third-in-command of the organization gathered together to read my work report, successfully let go of a mission target without leaving a trace +10, communicated with the police whether or not, +10, and fished out a real undercover agent in the organization +100. Even if I did something bad, they would scold me while helping me cover up the past. ... They really trusted me. I cried to death. This was definitely the easiest undercover mission I have ever done. ——Excerpted from "The Inner Diary of Ochano Maanyuki" Reading guide: Just by looking at the copy, you can tell that the author's brain is destined not to be included in this article. Don't ask me for my brain. Ask me if I lose too much in Plants vs. Zombies, and all my brains will be eaten by the zombies. The heroine is a hired professional undercover (newcomer), so she doesn't know any of the other undercover agents, and there is a high probability that the red and black parties will persecute her together. Concept: The darkest moment is also the moment closest to light.