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

"drop--"

"Click!"

A crisp electronic beep sounded, and Miyazaki Kiyoshi released his hand from the electronic lock on the door. The lock gently popped open from the inside, and then the door opened inwards by itself.

Welcome home!

Standing behind, Shido Kuroba gasped in shock upon hearing the familiar mechanical female voice.

"Hiss...another artificial stupidity?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi turned to look at him, her eyebrows slightly raised, and a strange look appeared in her eyes.

"Are you averse to smart devices?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

I wasn't that resistant to it before.

But after experiencing the artificial stupidity lock at Amamiya Kaoru's house, his fondness for such things has plummeted.

Does he look like a dangerous element who threatens social security and stability?

Why do people call the police so easily, accuse others of illegal intrusion, and label people as high-risk individuals? It's like they're looking down on people!

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She looked at him quietly for two seconds.

"So, you mean you got into an argument with a lock?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Minister, isn't that a bit too impolite?

Is it appropriate for you to just stare at people so innocently while they are making serious social criticisms in their minds, without even saying hello?

protest.

protest.

Strong protest!

Miyazaki Seiji calmly stated, "The protest is invalid."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Italian pasta should be mixed with No. 42 concrete, because the length of this screw can easily affect the excavator matrix. When the fries are smashed, they will instantly release high-energy protein. The Yamamoto rice ball next door needs to be sealed with seaweed, otherwise it will turn into evil sushi under the full moon...

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

This guy.

A faint hint of speechlessness flashed in her eyes before she turned and went inside.

"Come in."

Kuroba Shido glanced cautiously at the smart lock on the door.

The smart lock remained silent.

well.

For now, he's keeping a low profile.

If it dares to call the police later, he'll let it know what happened to the Amamiya Kaoru smart lock predecessor.

In plain language... remove the battery.

After entering the entrance hall, Shido Kuroba's pace noticeably slowed down.

It's not because of my legs.

It's not because the house is so clean, but because it's so spotless.

The entryway is spacious, with a built-in shoe cabinet. The cabinet doors have no handles, and a motion-sensor light illuminates from below, providing a gentle, yet perfectly bright, light that clearly lights the floor.

Further inside is an open-plan living room. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the neat greenery of the upscale residential area and the quiet streets in the distance. Sunlight streams in from the windows, falling on the light-colored floor, so clean that it's as if even dust has to submit an application before it can get in.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi walked ahead, his tone calm.

"The building has a floor area of ​​87 square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, an open kitchen, a separate bathroom with wet and dry separation, a study that can be used for studying and organizing club materials, and a living room with enough space to place basic exercise equipment."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Eighty-seven square meters.

Two bedrooms and one living room.

Private bathroom.

Dry and wet separation.

These words, when combined, were no longer a house description for a Tokyo geomancer like him, who came from the rat district.

This is a spell.

It is a high-level taboo of capitalism.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi continued walking inside.

"The kitchen is equipped with basic kitchen utensils. The refrigerator has been cleaned and is currently empty, but it can be replenished later according to the user's actual needs. The washing machine has a drying function, and the air conditioning system and floor heating can be controlled through the panel or by mobile phone."

Kuroba Shido listened and watched at the same time.

He saw that the kitchen countertop was clean, the stove was brand new, and the refrigerator door was so shiny that it reflected his shocked but trying-to-appear calm face.

There is a bathtub in the bathroom.

Not one of those tiny, run-down cubicles in a rat-infested area that landlords describe as "good enough to take a shower," but a real bathtub.

There is a bed in the bedroom.

The mattress looks very soft.

There was sunlight outside the window.

Quiet, bright, and safe; the door is not broken, and the lock can open by itself. Although it is an artificial intelligence-deficient device, it has not yet triggered an alarm.

Kuroba Shido remained silent.

Tears welled up in my eyes, family members.

Share your feelings in the comments.

He used to think that arrogance had faded away.

In the current version, straightforwardness, yandere, control, loser's essays, gentle senior, corporate slave, all kinds of tracks are flying around, and the traditional tsundere seems to only be heard from the door.

But I must say...

The older generation still holds authority.

Versions may change, but classics never die, just like the line from that white-haired protagonist in a certain game... Old soldiers never die!

The minister's traditional arrogance—talking about club benefits but actually arranging housing for everyone—would be a force to be reckoned with in any era.

One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stopped and turned to look at him.

"It's not what you call being arrogant."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's expression was calm, and his tone even carried an almost rigorous seriousness.

"This is just a perk for ordinary club members. I'm just doing what a qualified department head should do, nothing more."

She said it with absolute certainty.

This is not an excuse.

It's more like she genuinely believes that.

In Miyazaki Kiyoshi's logic, Kuroba Shido is the only member of the club, and his living environment will affect his attendance, physical condition and the quality of club activities, so improving his accommodation is a reasonable management behavior.

No emotional explanation is needed.

It doesn't need to be categorized as "care".

This is just the procedure.

It's just a rational judgment.

It was just what she thought was the right arrangement.

Kuroba Shido looked at her and remained silent for two seconds.

I rely on.

I haven't seen such a pure tsundere template in a long time.

No, pasta should be mixed with No. 42 concrete because the length of this screw can easily affect the excavator matrix. Will Yamamoto's rice ball turn into rice porridge if soaked in hot water for too long? Why doesn't Amamiya-sensei's smart lock play the national anthem? If Daikoku participated in the Tokyo Mouse Boxing Tournament, could he make it to the quarterfinals...?

The magical chanting lasted for quite a while.

Kuroba Shido thought he had escaped a disaster.

Or perhaps the minister's character has improved, and he no longer accesses other people's minds without permission, nor does he ignore the risks and continue the installation.

*Splat*

Shido Kuroba's health bar -1.

My instep hurts.

Before he knew it, Miyazaki Kiyoshi had walked back to him and then, with perfect precision, "accidentally" stepped on the back of his foot.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

"Um, well, Minister, your foot..."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked down and seemed to realize that he had stepped on something.

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

His tone was calm.

His expression was calm.

Keep pushing with your feet.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

something wrong.

This is a big problem.

But now is not the time to tell the truth.

Kuroba Shido clasped his hands together, his eyes were clear, and his tone was sincere.

"It's alright. What I meant was, could you explain in a bit more detail? This place is too advanced. As a farmer from the countryside, my brain can't remember so many advanced things in a short time. Please, Minister, explain in more detail!"

"Onega!"

If he weren't still a cripple, he would have given a deep bow to demonstrate his loyalty.

Then, taking advantage of the opportunity to demonstrate loyalty, observe the Minister's leg lines from a slight angle on the floor.

Scientific observation.

Club activities.

*Splat*

Shido Kuroba's health bar -1 -1 -1.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi remained expressionless.

"Shameless, despicable."

Kuroba Shido looked up: "Captain, if you keep this up, I'm really going to call the police. I'm already being so lewd, and you're still eavesdropping. Aren't you even more......"

*Splat*

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

The instep was declared dead.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi withdrew his foot and continued introducing the house.

"The security system here is connected to the Miyazaki family home. Access control, monitoring, and emergency calls have all been set up. Permissions can be adjusted later. The smart lock only records entry and exit and will not actively interfere with daily life."

Shido Kuroba immediately became alert.

"Won't they actively interfere?"

"Won't."

"Won't they accuse me of overstaying my visa?"

"Won't."

"Won't you call the police?"

"Won't."

"Won't they suddenly use an electronic voice to mock me for carrying an unidentified rodent?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi remained silent for two seconds.

What exactly did you go through in the past?

Kuroba Shido's eyes looked weary.

"You'll understand when you get to my age..."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

This guy is definitely not human...

Miyazaki Kiyoshi temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to observe Kuroba Shido. If he continued, he might encounter more spaghetti, smart locks, black rats, and some other meaningless and strange things...

"The house is not available to you unconditionally."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki walked to the center of the living room and looked at him. "It's still part of the club activity support program. You need to ensure attendance at club activities, complete basic record-keeping tasks, not damage facilities without authorization, and not engage in any behavior that violates the law or public order."

Shido Kuroba was shocked.

"Minister, why did you specifically emphasize the last sentence?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at him.

"Because you just begged for alms at my doorstep."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

……

at the same time.

The Miyazaki family.

A Porsche 911 drove into the courtyard, its engine sound particularly clear in the quiet morning.

Shuangyue Gaoli got out of the car.

She was dressed very appropriately today, with her long hair tied back, a light-colored coat paired with slim-fitting trousers, looking less gentle and easygoing than she usually is at school, and more capable and professional.

Ritsuko Miyazaki was already waiting at the door.

"Xiao Gao."

"Ritsuko-neechan."

After a brief greeting, Shimotsuki Takagi followed her into the living room.

She glanced instinctively toward the stairs.

"Hasn't Xiaoqing come down yet?"

Ritsuko Miyazaki's expression was subtle.

"She's already gone out."

Shuangyue Gaoli was taken aback.

"Going out?"

"Yeah, with Kuroba-kun."

Shuangyue Gaoli: "..."

Ritsuko Miyazaki briefly recounted what had just happened.

Kuroba Shido arrived around 8 a.m.

Instead of arriving at noon as agreed, they arrived early under the pretext of participating in club activities.

After Xiaoqing went downstairs, she changed into sportswear and took him out to investigate the activity patterns of stray cats.

There was also a subtle incident in the middle.

Ritsuko Miyazaki hesitated for a moment, but still did not describe in detail the incident of Shido Kuroba accepting change from the security personnel at the door.

She felt that revealing this matter might influence Shimotsuki Takari's judgment.

Upon hearing this, Shuangyue Gaoli actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Ritsuko Miyazaki noticed her reaction.

Aren't you worried?

Shuangyue Gaoli sat down on the sofa and gently shook her head.

"My initial concern was that the first meeting would be designed to be too formal."

"Too formal?"

"If Kuroba sees me, Ritsuko-neechan, and the prepared observation environment as soon as he enters the room, he will likely immediately go on guard, and Kiyoshi will also realize that we are deliberately arranging things for her."

Ritsuko Miyazaki remained silent.

Shimotsuki Takari continued, "But now, Xiaoqing has turned this into a club activity and has taken Kuroba out with her. This shows that she has not completely rejected the weekend arrangements, and has even included Kuroba in the rules that she can accept."

Ritsuko Miyazaki gently gripped the cup with her fingers.

"So this is a good thing?"

"At least it's not a bad thing."

Shuangyue Gaoli looked out the window. "In a sense, the treatment has already begun, but not in the way we envisioned."

Ritsuko Miyazaki did not speak immediately.

Treatment has begun.

These words sounded light, but they eased a slight tension in a part of her heart.

Shuangyue Gaoli said in a low voice, "It's best not to interrupt them now. Let's observe them when they come back. It's more important that Xiaoqing can choose the location and content of her activities than forcibly putting her into the examination room."

Ritsuko Miyazaki nodded.

"Then let's wait."

"Okay, let's wait."

The two adults reached a temporary consensus in the living room.

Little did they know that at this very moment, the two people they thought were engaging in natural social interaction were, in a sense, one being explained to by an intelligent security system, and the other having their feet repeatedly stepped on.

……

The Jingu family mansion.

The camera zooms in from a distance.

The old mansion is located in one of Tokyo's most expensive areas. The courtyard is quiet, with neatly trimmed plants next to stone lanterns. Deep in the corridor, the wooden floors are polished to a shine, and the air is filled with a faint scent of incense and some expensive medicinal herbs.

Go further in.

In a luxurious room specially designed for fancy mice, Miko Jingu sat cross-legged on the carpet with a tablet in front of her.

The tablet wasn't playing a TV series.

It's not an idol drama.

It's not a new anime.

It's actually a tutorial video by a muscular man.

In the video, the coach throws punches, pulls in his stomach, and breathes—his movements are so precise that it makes viewers feel like they could become a super soldier in three days.

Shingu Miko watched very attentively.

On the small table next to it were several strange bottles of nutrient solution, several kinds of powdered medicinal herbs, and a small silver spoon.

She picked up a spoon and, following the proportions written on the tablet, poured the powder little by little into a small bowl. Then she added the nutritional paste specially formulated for pets, and stirred, stirred, and stirred again.

"uh-huh."

Jingu nods in satisfaction.

"Muscle Serum No. 1, complete!"

The short-haired woman stood beside him, her eyes filled with a complex expression.

"Master, the veterinarian said that it is not advisable to feed Miss Da Mei anything of unknown origin."

Shingu Miko looked up, her face serious.

"This is not of dubious origin; it is a special training supplement personally formulated by the great patriarch."

Short-haired woman: "..."

She stared at the bowl of strangely colored liquid in silence.

Da Mei stood on her own small platform, her chubby body trembling slightly.

"squeak……"

It doesn't want to eat.

It really doesn't want to eat.

It's just a fancy mouse.

Why do other fancy mice live in rooms, eating nuts, sunbathing, and playing on wheels, while it has to face the patriarch of the Jingu family's homemade muscle-building potion and videos of muscular men fighting here?

If you ask me, this is a classic example of living too well. Look at the big black family next door, that's what you call survival of the fittest!

The strong must ruthlessly humiliate the weak!

So Shido Kuroba was humiliated by Daikoku...

Jingu Yoshiko cradled the beautiful woman in her hands, her tone both gentle and firm.

"Da Mei, don't be afraid, this is for your own good."

Da Mei: "Squeak?"

Shinmiya Yoshiko's eyes suddenly lit up.

"We've lost to Big Black far too many times!"

Short-haired woman: "..."

I don't think we've ever actually played it.

The head of the family simply believes that Da Mei lost to Da Hei.

Shingu Miko pushed the small bowl in front of Daimi.

"Eat it, get stronger, and then defeat Big Black!"

Da Mei looked down at the bowl.

She looked up at Jingu Yoshiko again.

One last look at the short-haired woman.

The short-haired woman looked away.

I'm sorry, Miss Da Mei, please forgive me...

I can't save you this time either.

Da Mei trembled as she lowered her head and licked it.

The next second, the fancy mouse's eyes widened in surprise.

"squeak--!"

Shingu Miko's eyes lit up.

"It's working!"

The short-haired woman hesitated: "Master, is it possible that it just finds the taste unpleasant?"

Yoshiko Jingu didn't listen.

She had already taken out the small dumbbells specially made for Da Mei and placed them in front of Da Mei.

"Come on, Da Mei, lift it up."

Da Mei looked at the two mini dumbbells.

silence.

Yoshiko Kamiya opened her tablet, and in the video, a muscle trainer was demonstrating boxing moves.

She stared at the video for two seconds, then suddenly her lips curled into a wide smile.

A sinister, crooked-mouthed dragon king's smile appeared.

"You didn't expect that, did you, Shido? While everyone else is slacking off and playing on the weekend, I'm working this hard!!!"

Short-haired woman: "..."

Da Mei: "Squeak..."

Yoshiko Jingu stood up, holding a sculpted figurine of her thesis defense in one hand and making a fist with the other, then waved it at the air.

"Well done, Da Mei! That's it! *fist pump*"

"Imagine the sandbag in front of you as a giant black monster, throw a punch, now's the time!!!"

"Screech—" Da Mei screamed, rushed forward, and threw a punch!

A thrilling combo attack!!!

Short-haired woman: "..."