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

"Lolicon?"

Kuroba Shido was lying on the small bed, already covered with a blanket and ready to enter Makka Pakka mode, but after seeing these three words, his eyebrows slowly rose.

He stared at the screen for two seconds, his expression turning somewhat strange, and his right hand unconsciously rubbed his smooth chin.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was a compliment or an attack.

cough cough...

Ok.

This is an attack.

Moreover, the angle of attack is extremely vicious.

How could he be that kind of person? People like him usually just suggest, "Keep the battery at maximum capacity, okay?"

He's a true gentleman!

Kuroba Shido remained silent for a moment, then glanced at the person who sent the message.

Ritsuki Sawamura.

But the next second, Shido Kuroba's brain automatically translated and locked onto another suspect.

Yoshiko Sawamura.

The mother of the little pink-haired girl.

That's the suspicious old lady who sent him a text message before, and even after he read it and blocked her, she still seemed unwilling to give up.

When Kuroba Shido chatted with Sawamura Ritsuki before, he vaguely knew that her mother was hostile towards him, although he felt that this was understandable.

After all, there are too many scammers these days.

It's quite normal for parents to be wary of someone like him, who looks like a poor but handsome young man, a weak and timid young chef from Tokyo, and someone who seems to rely on his looks for a living.

Understanding is one thing, but understanding is another.

Attacking him for being a lolicon is a different matter altogether.

Shido Kuroba took a deep breath, feeling that his reputation as an innocent pauper was being severely damaged.

He lowered his head and began typing.

"Auntie Jiazi, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

send.

The hotel replied almost immediately.

"Who is Aunt Yoshiko?!"

Kuroba Shido clicked his tongue softly as he looked at this sentence.

Anxious.

That was too hasty a reaction.

Why would someone be so sensitive to the name "Auntie Jiazi" if it's not Auntie Jiazi?

He turned over, hugged the small blanket, and suddenly became energetic.

Anyway, my sleep was interrupted.

Since I can't sleep, I might as well chat with this suspicious old lady for a bit.

"If you're not Aunt Yoshiko, then who are you?"

The other side paused for a few seconds.

"I am Liyue."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

This statement seems flawless.

But it's too much like trying to hide something obvious.

His lips twitched slightly, and he continued typing.

"Liyue won't call me a dead lolicon."

The other side replied quickly.

"She can!"

Kuroba Shido looked at the screen, his eyes becoming even clearer.

It’s over.

The more you describe, the darker.

This tone is just like that of an adult who secretly takes his daughter's phone, trying hard to imitate her but failing completely, and can only rely on his toughness to maintain the facade.

Shido Kuroba decided not to expose him too quickly.

One should always give face to one's elders.

Of course, his main reason was to see what this Aunt Yoshiko was up to.

So he replied very calmly.

"Alright, Liyue, is there something important that you need to disturb this poor boy's sleep so late at night?"

The other side stopped for a while.

"You haven't answered the question yet."

Kuroba Shido raised an eyebrow.

"What's the problem?"

"do you like me?"

Upon seeing these words, Shido Kuroba's expression immediately became complicated.

Good guy.

We've come full circle.

This old lady really dares to ask questions.

However, from a parent's perspective, it's not entirely incomprehensible.

After all, it's reasonable for a mother to want to confirm whether her little pink-haired girl is deceiving her feelings by sending messages to a boy late at night, crying, blushing, and possibly even arguing with her mother over phone issues in a hotel.

After thinking for a moment, Shido Kuroba decided to answer in the safest way possible.

"Auntie Yoshiko, Liyue and I are just good brothers."

The other side replied instantly.

"Who's your brother?!"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

I got a little emotional.

But it can still be understood as a mother protecting her cub.

He continued to explain patiently.

"Really, I did not deceive the girl's feelings, nor did I have any ulterior motives, and there was no evil lolicon plan at all."

The other end sent a string of ellipses.

Then came another sentence.

"Then why didn't you answer the phone?"

Kuroba Shido's expression became even more serious.

"Auntie Jiazi, I need to explain this. Unknown phone calls, unknown text messages, and sudden requests to meet—these three things combined are generally called a scam warning in the world of poor people."

opposite:"……"

Kuroba Shi said, "Especially since I've already experienced multiple crises today, including the remnants of the News Department, the third floor of the cafeteria, a horror movie, and a human-machine battle with a smart lock, it's normal to be a little vigilant."

The other side: "Stop changing the subject."

Shido Kuroba blinked.

Why does this tone sound more and more like Little Pink Hair's?

However, it could also be that the mother and daughter look alike.

Kuroba Shido continued to maintain his good brother's defenses.

"In short, Liyue and I have a purely platonic brotherly relationship. There is no deception of a young girl's feelings, nor are there any dangerous topics such as planning when to get married."

The other side stopped.

A few seconds later.

"Who asked if you were married?"

Upon seeing this sentence, Kuroba Shido suddenly became alert.

wrong.

This response speed.

This is the direction of red temperature.

This sentence structure.

Why does something feel increasingly off?

He slowly sat up, staring at the screen, his once smooth brain beginning to wrinkle again.

If the person on the other end is Yoshiko Sawamura, she should continue to question him from a parent's perspective, such as "Are you deceiving my daughter?" "How exactly do you intend to take responsibility?" "Are you a bad man?"

But the current pace of the conversation seems more like the pink-haired girl herself is both anxious and pretending.

Kuroba Shido's expression gradually became suspicious.

He typed tentatively.

"You're not Aunt Yoshiko, are you?"

The hotel room.

When Riki Sawamura saw those words, she shuddered violently.

The phone almost slipped from my hand.

She sat on the bed, her long pink hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her eyes red, and the color drained from her face.

Exposed?

So fast?

wrong.

calm.

It hasn't been fully exposed yet.

If it can be proven that the person holding the phone now is Yoshiko Sawamura, there is still hope for a successful resolution.

Riki Sawamura's mind raced, and her gaze quickly settled on the carpet.

Yoshiko Sawamura was still lying there, her face covered in darker panda eyes, looking like she had just been turned into a meme by the loser pink-haired girl and was trying to have her soul leave her body.

Ritsuki Sawamura remained silent for a second.

Then he reached out and grabbed Yoshiko Sawamura's arm.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

She had just recovered a little and hadn't even figured out what was happening when Ritsuki Sawamura dragged her off the carpet.

"Little pink-haired girl, what are you doing?"

Ritsuki Sawamura did not answer.

She dragged Yoshiko Sawamura to the bedside, forced her to lean against her, and then held up her phone.

Yoshiko Sawamura looked completely bewildered.

"No, what are you trying to do now? I'm warning you, Mom is injured now, she can't be hit anymore!"

Ritsuki Sawamura blushed and gritted her teeth, whispering, "Shut up."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

The next second, there was a snap.

Selfie complete.

In the photo, half of Ritsu Sawamura's face is covered by her hair, with only her bright red ears showing. Yoshiko Sawamura, with two black eyes, is dragged into the frame by Ritsu Sawamura, looking as bewildered as an old woman who has just been rescued from the battlefield.

Ritsuki Sawamura lowered her head and sent the photo.

Then type quickly.

"I am Yoshiko Sawamura."

send.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

She looked at the sentence on the screen, then glanced at Sawamura Ritsu next to her, who looked guilty but was trying to remain calm, and a huge question mark slowly appeared above her head.

No.

You used my face.

You're saying you're me?

Little pink-haired guy, are you even human?