Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

Kuroba Shido looked at the word "right" and felt completely awful.

What kind of attitude is this?

Is this the attitude a minister should have towards his loyal henchmen?

This is slander.

This is prejudice.

This is a malicious smear on the noble character of a poor teenager.

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath and his fingers flew across the screen.

"Your Excellency, I lodge a protest, and a very strong one at that."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki replied quickly.

"Protest invalid."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

He almost shoved his phone into the floor.

As Amamiya Kaoru walked by carrying her milk cup, she saw his face gradually contorting, and wisely moved her feet to the side.

Shimotsuki Airi had recovered a little from the sofa. She was holding a warm milk bottle, her face was pale, and her eyes kept glancing at her schoolbag.

Both of them did it quietly... little by little, and then even more quietly.

Kuroba Shido continued to argue with his head down, completely unaware that two more eunuchs were slowly appearing beside him.

"Your Excellency, any civilized organization should allow its members to protect their own reputation."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "Your reputation is inconsistent with your statements."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "You just embellished the process, and excessively so. At least half of it is false. If this were in a company report, you would have been arrested. This is falsifying financial statements..."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Not a buddy!!!

Miyazaki Kiyoshi continued to send messages.

"Given Shimotsuki Airi's personality, if she was sulking at the time, she probably wouldn't have accepted help from a stranger."

Kuroba Shido stared at the screen.

"She will observe you first."

"Then, in a calm tone, point out your unusual behavior. If you're on the verge of a breakdown or emotional breakdown, you'll most likely call the police immediately, and you won't have a chance to get close..."

"If you try to use your adult status to pressure her, she will turn around and attack your age, behavior, or social image."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Look at this, does he even look human? Isn't this sinister?

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not stop.

"You can't possibly not care."

"You will fight back."

"You'll label her as a nuisance, a money pit, or a source of danger that will get you questioned by the police."

Kuroba Shido's brow twitched.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki continued to complete the work.

"So the more reasonable process is that when you find out she's away from home or lost, your first reaction isn't to be kind, but to avoid trouble."

"But she has noticed you and may have some information that could lead to misunderstandings."

"To avoid future trouble, you chose to send her back to the vicinity of her guardian."

"During the process, you had an argument. She judged you based on your age and behavior, and you retaliated by offering hush money or threatening to call the police..."

"In the end, you connected with Shimotsuki Takari not because you were simply helpful, but because you returned the trouble to its source."

After reading the message, Shido Kuroba fell silent.

Accurate.

Too accurate.

It was so accurate it was as if someone had cut open his survival route that day, placed it under a microscope, and marked out every single shameless line.

He typed slowly.

"No, I didn't..."

I don't admit it!!!

Yami, shut up, you wicked woman! Don't say another word!

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "You're making excuses."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Kaoru Amamiya finally couldn't help but ask a question.

"Hey kid, who are you chatting with?"

Kuroba Shido looked up, his eyes clear.

"A club president who is using logic to bully poor teenagers."

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

Club president... So it's Miyazaki Kiyoshi?

Kuroba Shido lowered his head, reluctantly accepting reality.

At least we've gotten through this hurdle.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi had already figured out why Shimotsuki Takari knew him.

Although the process was not very dignified.

Although his image has been severely damaged.

But it's still better than directly exposing the connection between Amamiya Kaoru's family and the outside world.

Kuroba Shido just breathed a sigh of relief.

A new message from Miyazaki Kiyoshi popped up.

"So, why were you at Kaoru Amamiya's house?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

His hand trembled.

My phone almost got dropped this time.

No.

Why are you back again?

What kind of boomerang-style interrogation is this?

He stared at the screen, his mind racing again.

Where exactly did I give myself away?

Campus network?

News Department?

Smart lock?

Or has that old codger, Kaoru Amamiya, already sold them all out?

wrong.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki shouldn't be here.

She couldn't possibly know.

She was probably just bluffing him.

Kuroba Shido calmed down and prepared to launch into a high-level argument.

The moment his finger touched the input field, Miyazaki Kiyoshi sent his next message.

"If you don't want this to be known by some woman who only knows how to fly into a rage, I hope you understand what you can and cannot do in the future..."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

His eyes suddenly became clear.

This statement did not name names.

But it is extremely lethal.

If some wicked woman finds out that he's staying at someone else's house, and a woman's house at that, and has spent the night there, and with two of them... he'll be in big trouble!

Importantly, it seems that Miyazaki Kiyoshi possesses information that could bring him to his grave.

Having come to terms with reality and the principle that one has to bow one's head when under someone else's roof, Kuroba Shido decisively chose to start writing a self-criticism from the bottom of his heart.

An attitude must be correct.

One must adopt a humble attitude.

Words must be sincere.

"Dear Minister, regarding my failure to attend club activities on time today, member Kuroba Shido has deeply reflected on his actions and recognizes his wrongdoings in shirking the organization's care, failing the Minister's expectations, and violating club discipline. Tomorrow, he will definitely arrive at the club room on time, accept the Minister's reasonable arrangements, and strive to become a qualified, obedient, sensible, and well-behaved member who doesn't wander off..."

The essay, which was several hundred words long, was originally intended to be copied and pasted directly from the internet by Kuroba Shido, but he was afraid that Miyazaki Kiyoshi had anticipated this and would post the copied text online for searching or something.

It will crack then...

To avoid such a situation, Kuroba Shido thought about it and decided to just type it out by hand!

The older generation's persistence, traditional writing methods, pure hand-typed, no AI added, all-natural... they can be considered version rebels.

Kuroba Shido recalled that before he was transported here to restart his work on some Tokyo pretty boy, back in China, those terrible books written with AI to boost sales were utter nonsense, with mechanical dialogue and empty emotions, yet they could still make money...

I also felt a surge of indignation. It's the inevitable trend, that's right, you will become stronger and stronger!

After typing it all out by hand, Kuroba Shido indeed felt stronger, his whole body brimming with power, and then he clicked...

send!

Kuroba Shido looked at the text with a very solemn expression.

This is not a self-criticism.

This is a peace treaty.

A few seconds later, Miyazaki Kiyoshi replied.

"Tomorrow at eight o'clock."

Kuroba Shido replied immediately.

"Understood, Minister."

After thinking for a moment, he added another sentence.

"Is there anything else?"

The Miyazaki family.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki leaned against the headboard, the light from her phone screen falling on her face, her eyes calm as if she had just completed a flawless deduction.

Shido Kuroba quickly offered his self-criticism.

It was so fast that it didn't seem like a genuine reflection; it was more like a survival text generated on the fly to reduce risk.

But it doesn't matter.

The goal was achieved.

He will come to the club room at eight o'clock tomorrow.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki's finger hovered over the input field.

She originally wanted to tell him something else.

He might come to the Miyazaki family in a few days.

Under some very strange name.

Treat her.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi lowered his eyes and looked at the input field.

She can tell him now.

You can choose not to tell.

If told now, Kuroba Shido will most likely immediately activate his escape plan.

He would ask if we had money, if we had food, if we could not go, and if we could come back alive if we went.

Then he'll start making up reasons.

stomachache.

My legs hurt.

Human dignity.

Or some new drainage route.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi paused for a long time.

Finally, she cleared the cursor in the input box and turned off the phone screen.

The room was a little dark.

She put her phone back on the bedside table, lay down, pulled up the covers, and closed her eyes.

The night was very quiet.

The items in the room remained where they should have been.

Water cup.

book.

Mobile phone.

light.

A few minutes passed.

My phone suddenly vibrated slightly.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi opened his eyes.

She turned her head and looked at the phone on the bedside table.

The screen lights up.

Kuroba Shido sent another message.

Goodnight, Minister... [kiss]

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."