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

Hotel, in a room.

Yoshiko Sawamura lay listlessly on the hotel's luxurious wool carpet, her dark circles even more pronounced than before.

Small pink fur, big.

That line, "Little pink-haired guy, did he block you?", successfully enraged the male louse!

The result of angering a male louse is that the moon will be furious!

Ora Ora Ora!!!

Yoshiko Sawamura's health bar -1 -1 -1...

And then, things turned out this way. If Yoshiko Sawamura were given another chance, she would never say such a thing again. Unfortunately, there is no going back.

Go enjoy your life!

Ritsuki Sawamura stood to the side, looking down at Yoshiko Sawamura, who was trying to have her soul leave her body on the carpet. Her face still had the redness from the explosion, and her long pink hair was messy and draped over her shoulders. She looked like a pink-furred little beast that had just won a battle to defend its territory.

Yoshiko Sawamura struggled to raise one finger: "Little pink-haired girl, Mommy knows she was wrong..."

Ritsuki Sawamura expressionlessly lifted her foot and gently stepped on her calf.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

Why is there a defeat CG and a winner's settlement segment?

"Where did we go wrong?"

Yoshiko Sawamura's eyes were unfocused: "The mistake was saying that Shido blocked you."

Damn it, this world is so cruel; the strong always humiliate the weak!

Riki Sawamura increased the pressure slightly.

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately changed her tune: "It was Shido's fault; he would never have blocked you. It was his phone that was out of battery, the signal that was bad, the magnetic field in Tokyo that was abnormal, and it was just that this old lady was being nosy!"

Ritsuki Sawamura was finally a little satisfied, looking down at her mother who wasn't very good at talking.

"Old lady, think before you speak in the future."

Yoshiko Sawamura lay on the carpet, looking aggrieved: "If Mom could use her brain, she wouldn't have gotten beaten up like this by that pink-haired girl..."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

That statement made so much sense that she couldn't refute it for a moment.

Yoshiko Sawamura seized the opportunity to wriggle, like a noble caterpillar that had just been beaten, preparing to leave the danger zone.

Ritsuki Sawamura looked down at her.

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately stopped wriggling.

Ritsuki Sawamura snorted coldly, turned around and walked to her suitcase, and began rummaging through her clothes.

Yoshiko Sawamura blinked, sensing something was wrong: "Little pink-haired girl, what are you doing?"

Ritsuki Sawamura did not answer.

She took out a hat, mask, sunglasses, and a loose coat from the box and quickly put them on. In no time, she transformed from a blushing, defeated ghost in the hotel into a suspicious pink-haired woman who looked like she was about to scout out a crime scene.

Yoshiko Sawamura propped herself up and sat up, her panda eyes wide with shock: "Wait, you're going out?"

Ritsuki Sawamura put her mask on properly and said in a muffled voice, "Get out."

"Where to?"

"Looking for someone."

Yoshiko Sawamura gasped. "Tokyo's so big, you're going to go looking for that damn lolicon... cough cough, dear Shido? Do you even know where he is?"

Riki Sawamura paused in her movements.

do not know.

But not knowing doesn't mean you can't look for it.

Anyway, she couldn't keep sitting here waiting for a shutdown notification sound. As she waited, a hundred different scenarios of Kuroba Shido dating other women on the weekend would automatically pop into her head.

This is very dangerous.

very dangerous.

It would make her want to tear down Tokyo.

Ritsuki Sawamura paused for two seconds, then zipped her jacket all the way up: "Let's go to Kamikawa University first."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "Isn't the school empty on weekends?"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "Then let's go to the nearby area."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "The neighborhood is so big."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "Shut up."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "..."

well.

The familiar "loser" mentality.

Let's get moving first, and we'll see where we end up on the way.

Ritsuki Sawamura walked to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob.

The next second, she stopped again.

She turned around and looked at Yoshiko Sawamura, who had just breathed a sigh of relief on the carpet and was about to climb back into bed to watch fighting videos.

Yoshiko Sawamura's heart skipped a beat.

Why are you looking at Mom?

Ritsuki Sawamura walked back.

Yoshiko Sawamura started backing away: "Little pink-haired girl, calm down. Mommy is injured right now, and injured people can't travel far!"

Ritsuki Sawamura grabbed her by the back of her collar.

"You should go too."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "I'm not going!"

"go."

"No, Mom's staying at the hotel to recover from her injuries and learn some fighting techniques. We'll have a final showdown next time!"

Ritsuki Sawamura remained expressionless.

"You just said he might block me."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "Holy crap!"

This is what a mother is.

Able to bend and stretch.

Yoshiko Sawamura was forced to change clothes, put on a mask and sunglasses, and was even more heavily armed than Riki Sawamura. The mother and daughter stood in front of the mirror, looking at the two suspicious people in the mirror who were sneaking around as if they were going to steal from Tokyo Tower, and fell silent.

Yoshiko Sawamura whispered, "Little pink-haired girl, won't we get arrested by the police if we do this?"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "No."

Why?

"Because we have money."

Yoshiko Sawamura: "..."

That makes a lot of sense.

That cannot be refuted.

A few minutes later, the mother and daughter left the hotel.

Inside the elevator, Yoshiko Sawamura kept her head down the whole time, sunglasses covering her panda eyes and a mask obscuring her face. Only her messy, elegant long hair revealed a hint of her not-so-brightness.

Ritsuki Sawamura kept staring at her phone.

Kuroba Shido's phone is still off.

The more she looked, the more she felt like her heart was being scratched by cat claws.

There's a saying that middle-aged women say that's a bit cheeky, but it's not entirely without merit.

I was busy for both days of the weekend.

The phone is still switched off.

This is suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Riki Sawamura gripped her phone tightly, her eyes gradually turning dangerous.

Shido.

You'd better really be busy, and not messing around with some other woman...

……

In a luxury apartment.

Kuroba Shido sat on the living room sofa, holding the questionnaire handed to him by Miyazaki Kiyoshi, his face showing a serene acceptance of being forced to work.

The questionnaire title is very simple.

[Survey on Housing Needs and Community Support Suitability]

Kuroba Shido stared at the words in silence.

The minister is truly a terrifying person.

When someone offers you a house, they might say, "You can stay here," "Don't be shy," or "It's just something I did."

When Miyazaki Kiyoshi provides housing, he first takes you to see the property, then has you fill out a housing needs survey, and finally files the matter as a community support suitability assessment.

Impeccable.

Ironclad evidence.

Even if Kuroba Shido were moved to tears one day and rushed over to shout that the department head was a good person, Miyazaki Kiyoshi could still slap the questionnaire in his face and calmly tell him that this was not the behavior of a good person, but the behavior of a manager.

It's too hard.

His mouth is harder than steel bars.

Kuroba Shido lowered his head and filled in the first question.

What are you most dissatisfied with about your current living environment?

The options include noise, safety, hygiene, distance, living facilities, and other.

Kuroba Shido thought for a moment and then checked all the boxes.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stood beside him watching.

You can only choose three options.

Shido Kuroba looked up: "Minister, this is disrespectful to the suffering of the common people."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She was silent for two seconds.

"Then sort them by importance."

Kuroba Shido carefully sorted them.

First, safety.

Second, hygiene.

Third, noise.

Fourth, living facilities.

Fifth, distance.

Sixth, the landlord.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at the last item: "There is no landlord option."

Black Feather Warrior said, "I added it myself."

Why?

"Because landlords are always the most dangerous, hidden creatures in the living environment."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She didn't refute it, but simply wrote in the notes column next to it: "Lack of security in the rental relationship."

Upon seeing this line of text, Kuroba Shido's expression immediately turned serious.

"Minister, please don't try to create a psychological profile of me without my consent."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "This is not a psychological profile, it is a record of facts."

"The record of facts can also be hurtful."

"Then you can continue filling out the questionnaire."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Capital orchestrates the scheme.

That's too much capital.

Just as he continued filling in the "Do you need a pet activity area?" form, Kiyoshi Miyazaki's phone rang.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced down.

Ritsuko Miyazaki.

She answered the phone.

"What's wrong?"

On the other end of the phone, Miyazaki Ritsuko's voice was gentle, yet tinged with a hint of probing: "Kiyoshi, are you and Kuroba still outside?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at Kuroba Shido.

"In the apartment."

Kuroba Shido paused with a pause in his writing.

apartment.

Will Aunt Ritsuko misunderstand when she hears this word?

Miyazaki Ritsuko paused briefly, but quickly regained her composure: "Come back for lunch, Aunt Gao is here too."

Kuroba Shido's heart skipped a beat.

do not talk.

Aunt Ritsuko.

The minister knows everything.

She knew who Teacher Shuangyue was, knew the weekend arrangements, and knew that you were going to use her as an external contact observation sample.

Stop talking!

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced slightly to the side and calmly looked at Kuroba Shido.

Kuroba Shido immediately lowered his head.

Spaghetti should be mixed with No. 42 concrete, because Screw is having an underground boxing match with Rice Ball Head in Tokyo Bay, and the pink-haired girl from the Sawamura family might take over the discount rice ball section of convenience stores under the leadership of Paramecium...

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

"Okay, I understand. We'll see about a bit later, the exact time will depend on the situation..." Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Okay, then Mom will wait for you to come back."

The phone hangs up.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki put down his phone.

Shido Kuroba immediately lowered his head, pretending to be filling out the questionnaire seriously.

[If you move in, are you willing to take on the task of organizing basic club information?]

He wrote: Watching the meal.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi glanced at it.

"It depends on the situation."

Kuroba said, "Minister, food is also a situation."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not continue to correct him.

"Pack up and let's go back for dinner."

Kuroba Shido looked at the unfinished questionnaire: "Aren't you going to continue?"

"Let's continue after we finish eating."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

This sounds like a postponement of a death sentence.

Just before the two were about to leave, Miyazaki Kiyoshi suddenly stopped.

"Enter permissions first."

Kuroba Shido was taken aback: "What kind of authorization?"

"Door lock access: fingerprint and facial recognition."

Kuroba Shido looked at the smart lock on the door, his eyes becoming wary again.

Artificial intellectual disability.

It's you again.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi walked to the door and opened the door lock settings panel: "Come here."

Kuroba Shido walked over, leaning on his cane.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi first entered the administrator password, then gestured for him to place his finger on it.

Kuroba Shido extended his index finger and pressed it on top.

"Hold it steady."

"oh."

He just put it on, but the position was a little off.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi frowned, reached out and took his fingers, helping him adjust the angle.

The girl's fingers were slightly cool and light to the touch; when her fingertips touched the back of his hand, they brought a slight tickle.

Kuroba Shido's body stiffened slightly.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi was very close.

He was so close that he could smell her faint fragrance, not the obvious scent of perfume, but more like the clean scent left after washing her hair, mixed with a hint of book pages and sun-dried clothes.

She lowered her head, staring intently at the door lock screen. Her profile was so beautiful it was almost unfair, and her eyelashes drooped down, casting a faint shadow under her eyes.

A sentence popped into Kuroba Shido's mind without his noticing.

Wow.

The minister's face is indeed very striking.

Snapped.

Fingerprint registration successful.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi didn't look up, but simply said, "Don't think about unnecessary things."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

He immediately began chanting a spell.

Italian pasta should be mixed with No. 42 concrete; if Yamamoto's rice ball were rotated 360 degrees in space, would it turn into Galaxy Sushi? If Daikoku ate Amemiya-sensei's cooking, would it evolve into a ghost-type mouse ahead of time...?

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She looked up at him.

"Face registration".

"oh."

Shido Kuroba stood in front of the door lock camera.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi walked to his side, reached out and held his shoulder, adjusting his body slightly to the left.

This brings us even closer.

Kuroba Shido could feel the pressure of the girl's hand on his shoulder; it wasn't heavy, but it was very clear.

She moved a little closer to see the screen, and soft strands of her hair slipped down her shoulder, a few brushing against his arm.

It's very light.

It felt like a tiny electric current.

Kuroba Shido maintained a serious expression and silently recited in his mind.

I am a cow or a horse.

I'm just a tool in the club.

I am a low-level laborer being added to the capital's entry-level system.

Beauty cannot corrupt me.

Unless meals and accommodation are included.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

She paused for a moment.

"Check the security camera."

Shido Kuroba immediately looked at the camera.

"Natural expression."

"Minister, I'm already quite used to it."

"Don't act like you're about to rob someone."

"..."

Kuroba Shido took a deep breath and tried to put on a normal male college student's smile.

Door lock notification.

[Entry failed. Please do not cover your face.]

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki looked at the screen.

"Your smile is so strange."

Kuroba said, "Minister, artificial intelligence is prejudiced against me."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi ignored him, reached out and gently pressed his chin, turning his face to face.

The moment his fingertips touched his chin, Shido Kuroba stiffened even more noticeably.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki's movements were very natural.

It's like calibrating a club's equipment.

But her fingertips were too cold, and her movements were too close, causing Kuroba Shido's magic chanting to pause for a moment.

The door lock alerted again.

[Entry successful.]

Miyazaki Seiji relaxes.

"alright."

Kuroba Shido silently took half a step back.

Face registration successful.

The person was almost recorded as well.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki picked up the folder and questionnaire, then turned and walked out.

"go home."

Kuroba Shido followed behind, glancing down at his fingers and then at the door lock.

He now has the authority to live in the house.

He can open the door.

He can come in.

You can shower, you can sleep, you can set aside a separate activity area for the Dahei family, you don't have to listen to the young couple next door making love, and you don't have to worry about the landlord suddenly raising the rent...

So here's the question: Does the Minister also have the authority to access this apartment?

This is a question worth considering...

Surely... no way?

……

The Miyazaki family.

In the living room.

Ritsuko Miyazaki put down her phone, her expression slightly more relaxed than before.

Shuangyue Gaoli sat opposite her, holding a teacup in her hands, and looked up at her: "What did Xiaoqing say?"

"He said he'd be back for dinner later."

Ritsuko Miyazaki paused for a moment, her tone tinged with a hint of helplessness: "I told her you were here."

Shuangyue Gaoli gently stroked the rim of the cup with her fingertips, not too surprised: "She should have figured it out, right?"

Ritsuko Miyazaki smiled wryly: "Kiyoshi isn't the kind of child who can't tell."

Neither of them spoke too definitively.

But those few seconds of brief silence in the living room were enough to tell a lot.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi knew that Shimotsuki Takari was not simply a guest.

Ritsuko Miyazaki also knew that her daughter most likely knew.

Shuangyue Gaoli knew that if she continued to make this matter too obvious, it would only make her seem clumsy.

Ritsuko Miyazaki said softly, "Shall we eat first after she gets back?"

"Okay, let's eat first."

Shuangyue Gaoli nodded: "Don't bring up too heavy topics as soon as you come in, otherwise the atmosphere will be too deliberate, Xiaoqing will feel uncomfortable, and Heiyu will also become wary."

Ritsuko Miyazaki looked at her: "And after dinner?"

Shuangyue Gaoli pondered for a moment: "After dinner, I'll find a natural reason to chat with her for a bit. If she's willing to continue the conversation, I'll just go with the flow."

Ritsuko Miyazaki: "What if she doesn't want to?"

"Then we won't force it."

Shuangyue Gaoli's voice was steady: "Today, we don't necessarily need to get a result right away. The fact that she's willing to sit down and let us finish what we have to say is already progress."

Ritsuko Miyazaki was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing."

"Ritsuko-neechan, you don't need to think of this as a formal medical consultation."

Shuangyue Gaoli looked at her: "You are her mother, so just speak like a mother. You can express your concerns, but don't rush to explain too much."

Ritsuko Miyazaki nodded gently.

She understood what Shuangyue Gaoli meant.

Xiaoqing dislikes being assigned a position, and she dislikes others approaching her with an attitude of "I want to help you".

Even if that person is her mother.

Ritsuko Miyazaki lowered her eyes, her voice soft: "I just want her to know that I don't think there's anything wrong with her."

"Then let's say that."

Shuangyue Gaoli put down her teacup: "Don't make things too complicated, and don't pour out all your prepared words at once. Xiaoqing is more perceptive than we think. She can tell which are the truth and which are just words said to ease the atmosphere."

Ritsuko Miyazaki smiled wryly: "Now that you mention it, I'm even more nervous."

"It's normal to be nervous."

Shimotsuki Takagi smiled gently: "But Kuroba-kun is here today, so the atmosphere shouldn't be too somber."

When Miyazaki Ritsuko thought of Kuroba Shido, her expression became slightly subtle.

"Kuroba-kun is indeed... quite special."

"Xiaoqing's reactions are more natural when he's around."

Shuangyue Gaoli didn't go into too much detail, only hinting at it: "So when they come back, don't send Hei Yu away, and don't deliberately keep him here either. Let's see how Xiao Qing arranges things."

Ritsuko Miyazaki responded.

The two of them briefly went over what they were going to say next.

Let's eat first.

Let's find another opportunity to talk after dinner.

Instead of directly bringing up the topic of Kiyoshi Miyazaki.

They didn't treat Shido Kuroba as some kind of special tool.

Let everything be as natural as possible.

At the very least, it should look natural.

Ritsuko Miyazaki let out a soft breath, as if she had finally managed to straighten out the tangled mess in her mind a little.

Shuangyue Gaoli looked towards the doorway, her expression gradually becoming serious.

The real challenge begins now.

There was a noise coming from the doorway.

Ritsuko Miyazaki and Takari Shimotsuki both looked up at the same time.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi entered.

Kuroba Shido followed behind, leaning on his cane, his face displaying a serene expression that seemed to say, "I just came here to eat, why is life getting complicated again?"

Shuangyue Gaoli stood up.

She took a deep breath and gave a gentle smile.

"Kuroba-kun, Kiyoshi, welcome back."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at her.

The next second, the girl spoke calmly.

"Dr. Shimotsuki, let's get started quickly. After this, I need to lead my club members to complete an important club activity. Let's not waste each other's time, thank you."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Shuangyue Gaoli: "???"

Ritsuko Miyazaki: "???"