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

The sound of water in the hotel room stopped.

The bathroom door was pushed open a crack, and warm steam escaped from inside. Riyue Sawamura walked out wearing a loose nightgown, her long pink hair hanging wetly over her shoulders. Her dark circles were still there, but after taking a shower, the gloomy feeling of a defeated little ghost had finally faded a bit.

She dried her hair with a towel while looking at the bed.

The elegant woman had already lay down.

Not only did he lie down, but he also pulled the blanket up to his chest, closed his eyes, and looked like he was sleeping very peacefully.

If it weren't for the two panda eyes on her face being so conspicuous, she would even look somewhat like Sleeping Beauty in a luxury hotel.

Ritsuki Sawamura frowned.

"An old lady?"

The elegant woman on the bed remained motionless.

Ritsuki Sawamura called out again, "Are you asleep?"

The elegant woman remained unresponsive, her breathing steady and her expression serene, as if she had completely severed ties with this cruel world.

Actually.

The elegant woman was already sweating profusely inside.

She didn't sleep.

Not at all.

She simply entered a very advanced defensive state, commonly known as playing dead.

Just now, she took Sawamura Riyue's phone and, under the guise of protecting the pink-haired loser, casually gave a little bit of dating advice.

such as.

"Shido, do you like me?"

such as.

"You must tell the truth, and you are not allowed to run away from it."

such as.

"If you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes."

Another example.

"Don't you think I'm cute?"

After sending the message, the elegant woman felt that she had performed very well, and even had a sense of accomplishment that "the older generation's dating methods are indeed decisive and efficient".

After a while, Shido Kuroba sent a very cold question.

"You wouldn't happen to be Aunt Yoshiko, would you?"

That instant.

Yoshiko Sawamura remained silent.

Looking at the words "Aunt Jiazi" on the screen, she felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, exposing her identity.

It’s over.

She's in trouble.

And it would be a great disaster.

So when she heard the sound of water in the bathroom subside, Yoshiko Sawamura immediately put her phone back in its place, gently climbed back into bed, closed her eyes, covered herself with the blanket, and pretended to be dead—all in one smooth motion.

As long as she's asleep.

It has nothing to do with her.

As long as she doesn't wake up.

You can't hit the little pink-haired girl.

She felt that adults sometimes need to escape to protect their lives, and she thought Shido Kuroba should be able to understand that.

Ritsuki Sawamura stood by the bed and watched her for a while. Seeing that she didn't respond, she stopped calling out to her.

"Eat your fill and then sleep, old lady, are you a pig?"

The elegant woman felt a tremor in her heart.

But she held back.

Do not move.

Making a move now is tantamount to turning yourself in.

Ritsuki Sawamura ignored her and sat down at the dressing table to blow-dry her hair.

The hairdryer hummed, hot air whipping her pink hair backward, and her slightly red eyes were reflected in the mirror.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a while, then suddenly spoke softly.

"I wonder if Shido saw the message I sent earlier."

The elegant woman on the bed: "..."

sweat.

So much sweat.

Yoshiko Sawamura closed her eyes, feeling cold sweat starting to break out on her back.

She really wanted to say, "I saw it."

Not only did they see it, they also responded.

Not only did she reply, but she also accurately saw through your great, kind, and witty mother.

But she couldn't say.

To say it now is like digging yourself out of bed and sending you to the guillotine.

While drying her hair, Ritsuki Sawamura said to herself, "I've explained everything clearly, so there shouldn't be any problem. Although this old lady is indeed vicious, Shido should be able to understand me."

The elegant woman: "..."

No.

What did you explain clearly?

Is that what you call an explanation?

That's what you call portraying your mother as a vicious villain in Tokyo Midnight!

Yoshiko Sawamura became increasingly resentful, but she still didn't make a move.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

Once the little pink-haired girl falls asleep, this ordeal will be over.

The sound of the hairdryer continued for a while before finally stopping.

The room fell silent again.

Ritsu Sawamura put the hairdryer back and combed her hair to make it look neater. She finally looked less disheveled than before.

She walked to the bedside and reached for her phone.

The elegant woman's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

The judgment of fate has arrived.

Ritsuki Sawamura originally just wanted to see if Shido Kuroba had replied.

Then she saw the chat history.

The first sentence.

"Shido, do you like me?"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

She froze on the spot.

It's as if someone pressed the pause button.

The elegant woman lay on the bed, eyes closed, silently chanting in her mind.

You can't see me.

You can't see me.

The great old woman is asleep. Those who are asleep are innocent. Those who are asleep cannot be attacked. Those who are asleep enjoy basic human rights.

Ritsuki Sawamura continued reading.

"You must tell the truth, and you are not allowed to run away from it."

"If you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes."

"Don't you think I'm cute?"

"Are you embarrassed to say it?"

"It's okay, I allow you to be shy."

Ritsuki Sawamura's fingers tightened little by little.

The phone case made a very dangerous, faint sound.

She cracked.

It wasn't a physical split, but rather the entire person, from their mental structure to their dignity as a loser, was cleaved into several pieces by these rows of messages.

What is this?

What is this?

She just went to take a shower.

Why has the world become like this?

What exactly did the old woman do with her phone?

Riki Sawamura's eyes gradually widened, and something seemed to start burning in her pupils.

She looked down and continued reading.

The last message was sent by Shido Kuroba.

"You wouldn't happen to be Aunt Yoshiko, would you?"

The air was quiet for a second.

Ritsuki Sawamura slowly raised her head and looked at the elegant woman on the bed who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.

The elegant woman's heart skipped a beat.

Not good.

This is very bad.

She sensed a murderous aura.

Ritsuki Sawamura's voice came from the side, so soft it was almost frightening.

"Auntie"

The elegant woman did not move.

She was already asleep.

She knows nothing.

Ritsuki Sawamura called out again.

Yoshiko Sawamura.

The elegant woman's eyelashes trembled very slightly.

It’s over.

Even their full names have been revealed.

This is no longer a normal red-hot color; this is the prelude to the defeated pink-haired girl entering her final form.

She continued to play dead.

But my brain was working like crazy.

She's already asleep.

Surely they wouldn't come over and hit her?

After all, one shouldn't attack a sleeping mother.

Even if the mother only used her daughter's phone to send a few straightforward, advanced, and traditionally wise messages about dating to the person she liked.

The idea just popped into my head.

The blanket was suddenly yanked off.

Before the elegant lady could even open her eyes, Ritsuki Sawamura pounced on her, moving as fast as a pink-haired cat that had been completely set ablaze.

"Auntie!!!"

The elegant woman screamed, her eyes snapping open: "Wait, little pink-haired girl, let me explain!"

Ritsuki Sawamura wouldn't listen at all.

She grabbed the elegant woman's shoulder with one hand and pressed the other hand directly against her face, her eyes red as she began to unleash a torrent of abuse.

"What did you send on my phone?!"

The elegant woman struggled: "This is a dating tutorial!"

"Who gave you permission to teach?!"

"You're such a loser, what's wrong with Mom helping you move things forward a bit!"

"You even asked him if he liked me!"

"You have to ask these kinds of questions; how will you know the answer if you don't ask!"

"Then why did you use my phone to ask!"

"Because he'll block me if he uses my account!"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

This sentence even made her pause for a moment.

The elegant woman seized the opportunity and tried to turn the tables and escape.

But Ritsuki Sawamura was already completely flushed, so she didn't give her a chance. She slammed a pillow down on her face, then straddled the edge of the blanket and grabbed her pajamas collar, shaking her violently.

"He recognized you immediately!"

"That shows he's smart!"

"You're still proud?!"

"This is an objective evaluation!"

Ritsuki Sawamura's eyes turned even redder with anger, and she raised her hand to throw the small cushion next to her at him.

The elegant woman's head lolled to the side after being hit, and her two black eyes looked even more terrible under the light.

She was still trying to be defiant, but Ritsuki Sawamura had already begun a series of attacks.

First, the pillow.

Next is the quilt.

Finally, even the blanket she had just been covering herself with was pulled up by Ritsuki Sawamura, as if she wanted to roll her up into an old lady sushi.

"Help!"

The elegant woman screamed, "Little pink-haired girl, calm down! Mommy's doing this for your own good!"

"You took my phone to ask Shido if he liked me, all for my own good?!"

"That's called a straight shot!"

"That's called social suicide!"

"You loser are just too concerned about the company dying, that's why you've been listening at the door!"

Riki Sawamura paused for a moment.

The attack intensity doubled the next second.

"Go to hell, you old hag!!!"

Another fierce battle erupted between the mother and daughter in the hotel room.

The blanket flew away.

The pillow flew away.

The potato chips on the bedside table also flew away.

The noblewoman screamed in pain as she tried to retaliate with her mature adult strength, but she had been playing dead for too long and was a beat too slow to react. In addition, her panda eyes had not yet healed, and she was in a state of reduced combat power. She was quickly pinned down on the bed and rubbed by Ritsuki Sawamura.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, little pink-haired girl, Mommy was wrong!"

"Too late!"

"I won't post that again!"

"You want a next time?!"

"No, there won't be a next time, there won't be a next time!"

Ritsuki Sawamura was so angry that her hair was all messed up, pink strands stuck to the side of her face, her eyes were red, and she looked like she had just crawled out of a hell of shame, and she even dragged the culprit back to bury her with her.

The phone screen that had fallen to the side of the bed was still lit up.

The chat box is at the very bottom.

The last message from Shido Kuroba lay there quietly.

"You wouldn't happen to be Aunt Yoshiko, would you?"