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

Chapter 247 Even matters concerning adults are acceptable!

"Ahhhhh—"

The sharp, explosive sound of Jingu Yoshiko echoed in the room, and Kuroba Shido felt as if his ears had been strengthened—in other words, strengthened.

Treat it as desensitization training, that's right, keep at it, and your ears will become stronger and stronger!

When faced with such noise, you can remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before your eyes. As for whether you become deaf, don't worry about that. Just don't change anything.

"Help! Help! Someone, please save it!"

Jingu Yoshiko collapsed to her knees in despair, tears streaming down her face. She clutched the beautiful Daimi, who seemed to have already passed away, and screamed wildly. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think that something terrible had finally happened to the Jingu family.

Looking at Shingu Miko in front of him, Kuroba Shido was eager to save the rat, but also felt sorry for her. Although Miko was an enemy, it was somewhat dishonorable to defeat her in this way.

So Kuroba Shido decided to try and save Daimi, and pass on his unique rescue techniques to the desperate housewife in front of him.

Eh...

There's nothing we can do; we're all parents, and he's just too kind-hearted to stand seeing things like this.

"Madam, give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!"

Kuroba Shido spoke decisively.

The woman, who had been in despair, suddenly understood after hearing these words!

Yes, how could she not have thought of that? There's also CPR!

As expected of Shido, he's still useful in crucial moments. Although he's usually a bit abstract, a bit poor, a bit sarcastic, and a bit prone to running away, he certainly has unique insights when it comes to saving mice!

Without saying a word, Miko Kamiya took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, pressed her hand against Daimi's mouth, and blew it down.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, Da Mei's body began to swell, especially her stomach, which looked like it was about to explode. Her eyelids, which had been closed, were also forcibly opened at this moment.

His eyes were wide open, like they were about to pop out.

Beside him, Shido Kuroba had just pulled a disposable straw out of his bag, which he had grabbed from the convenience store. He was originally going to teach Miko Jingu some tips and precautions on how to use a straw for artificial respiration and gas exchange.

When I turned around, I found that Yoshiko Jingu had already confronted me.

Just moments ago, Da Mei was on the verge of collapse, seemingly about to die. Now, she's transformed into a balloon, about to burst, with her tail standing upright like an antenna.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Awesome!!!

This is not artificial respiration.

This is for installing a high-pressure air pump on the fancy mouse.

"Great, it really works!"

Jingu Miko didn't notice anything unusual. She had just breathed a sigh of relief for Da Mei, let go of her mouth, and then looked down to see that Da Mei was now full of energy!

Of course, this is just the vibrant scene from Yoshiko Jingu's perspective.

From DaMei's perspective, it just seemed like it was trying to play dead, not play in the game, or throw the game, and almost got blown away.

I'm really about to go and enjoy life.

"Wait, my form still seems a bit off. Let's try a couple more times!"

Jingu Miko blinked and looked closely at Daimi, who seemed "very excited" but was actually on the verge of death. She felt that something was still missing.

We really need to do it again.

That being the case.

ya da...

Jingu Yoshiko took another deep breath and blew it down on Daimi. Daimi's body instantly turned into a balloon, her eyeballs almost popped out, and her tail turned into an antenna.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Looking at the scene before him, he was momentarily at a loss for whether to first express his admiration for Shingu Miko's eagerness to save the rat, or to prepare a final message for Daimi.

This child is so pitiful.

Originally, it just wanted to play dead to avoid the boxing championship, but it unexpectedly encountered an owner with an extraordinary amount of initiative, which turned its feigned death into a near-death experience.

After repeating this several times, Yoshiko saw that Daimi's spirits were starting to improve, so she stopped and prepared to thank Kuroba Shi.

"Phew, thank goodness I was there, otherwise Daimei would be gone. Thank you so much, Shido. Although you only provided a tiny bit of information, the main credit still goes to my bravery and resourcefulness..."

She had barely opened her mouth, and after saying less than two sentences, Jingu Yoshiko started bragging and praising herself wildly.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Madam, where is your face?

How did this credit become yours?

Who was it that almost blew Da Mei up into a fancy balloon in one breath? Don't they have any self-awareness?

Just as Shido Kuroba was about to retort, Yoshiko Jingu noticed that he was holding a straw or something, and a question mark appeared above her head.

"Shido, what are you doing with that straw?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

If it were just now, this would have been used to perform CPR on Da Mei, but now...

"Oh, it's nothing, I'll just use it to blow bubbles."

"Really? I like blowing bubbles too. I even have a bubble gun, you wait!"

Shingu Miko's eyes lit up immediately.

That kind of brightness was similar to the brightness when I saw Kuroba Shido exploiting a bug at the door; it was the brightness of suddenly discovering a happy side quest.

For her, there are many kinds of fun in life.

For example, having Da Mei train in boxing.

For example, staying at home idly with nothing to do, indulging in food and laziness while watching mindless videos, being a happy salted fish...

For example, repeatedly triggering the "Welcome home, patriarch" message at the entrance of the Shrine's residence, then pretending to be dignified while secretly enjoying the moment...

For example, right now, I suddenly remembered that I used to have a bubble gun.

"I think it should still be here. Wait for me, I'll be right there!"

Jingu Yoshiko tossed Daimi aside and rushed out. The red mark around her mouth hadn't completely faded, and the band-aid on her face was still crooked, but that didn't stop her from continuing to look for new fun.

Kuroba Shido watched Jingu Miko's departing figure, remained silent for a while, and then looked down at Daimi.

Da Mei lay there, her body still rising and falling slightly, her eyes frighteningly clear, as if she had already seen through the rat's life.

"Hey, Da Mei!"

Kuroba Shido sighed, his tone carrying a hint of genuine regret.

"Sure enough, those who are glamorous in public suffer in private. Look at you, you have a massage chair, muscle-building meals, boxing champion videos, and even the head of the family personally taking care of you. And what's the result?"

He reached out and gently poked Da Mei's round little belly.

Da Mei: "Squeak..."

The voice was weak.

"As a result, when I pretended to be dead, my owner almost blew me away with all his praise."

Kuroba Shido shook his head.

"This is the price of upward mobility; even the riches of the rat world aren't so easy to enjoy."

Dahei stood to the side, holding the leftover rice balls, silently watching Damei.

At this moment, there seemed to be a hint of pity in its eyes as it looked at Da Mei.

Even the rats in wealthy households have their share of troubles.

Kuroba Shido looked around and found that Jingu Yoshiko was gone, the short-haired woman was not there either, and Jingu Aoko was not in the room.

well.

no one.

He immediately moved the half-dead but still trying-to-be-energetic Da Mei aside.

When Da Mei was moved, she didn't even resist; she just weakly swayed her tail, like a survivor who had just escaped from a high-pressure air pump.

Kuroba Shido patted its little head.

"You should lie down first. If your wife comes back and wants to give you CPR, just keep pretending to be alive, otherwise you might really die."

After saying that, he picked up Big Black and solemnly placed it on the special boxing massage chair that Big Beauty used to have.

Big Black: "Squeak?"

It was the first time it had ever sat in such a high-class vehicle, and its body froze instantly.

The massage chair automatically senses the weight and starts humming.

Big Black: "Squeak!"

Its little paws gripped the armrest instantly, and the mouse almost jumped off the chair.

"Don't be afraid, Big Black, this is the life of the rich."

Kuroba Shido squatted down beside him, offering words of comfort with a serious expression.

"Relax, enjoy, and imagine that you are not a poor rat in the rat district, but a noble rat in the Jingu family's boxing championship training room."

buzzing.

Dahei's body vibrated gently with the massage chair. At first, he was very nervous, but after a while, his expression gradually changed.

From vigilance, to doubt, and then...

It feels pretty good.

Big Black slowly relaxed, resting its two little paws on the armrest, and its eyes began to become dazed.

Seeing this scene, Shido Kuroba felt even more heartbroken.

Damn it.

Even the big black dog is enjoying it.

He, as the head of the family, is the only one who hasn't enjoyed it yet.

But it's okay.

Dahei is their family's rat; Dahei's enjoyment is equivalent to Kuroba Shido indirectly enjoying it.

This group is called "spiritual shareholders".

"Don't just get cocky, Big Black, there's still a tough battle to fight later."

Shido Kuroba put the phone back up, pointing the screen at Daikoku.

"Keep watching, where were we? Oh right, the combined application of Tyson's heavy punch and Ali's butterfly step."

The boxing match continued playing on my phone.

As Kuroba Shido explained to Daikoku, he imitated the movements, but because of his leg problems, he almost tripped and fell halfway through.

Big Black sat in the massage chair, watching videos with an unprecedented level of focus.

Of course, it's also possible that the massage chair is just making it unable to move.

As Kuroba Shido was speaking, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Daimi beside him.

Da Mei is still lying there.

Kuroba Shido narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, right."

He picked up Da Mei, pried open her mouth, and looked inside.

Da Mei: "Squeak?"

It offered a weak protest.

Kuroba Shido completely ignored it and instead carefully observed Daimi's teeth.

Clean and white.

Neat and tidy.

It even looks like it's been repaired?

These don't look like rat teeth at all.

It's cleaner than many human teeth.

After looking at Daimi, Kuroba Shido glanced down at Daikuro.

Big Black's mouth was yellowish, like that of a heavy smoker who had been smoking for decades. Especially after years of chewing on rice ball packaging and all sorts of strange things, his teeth had a very raw, wild beauty.

Now look at Da Mei.

Clean.

Pure white.

Neat and orderly.

It even has a slight fragrance?

Kuroba Shido lifted up Daimei's lips to take a closer look, and even asked her a couple of questions. A faint floral fragrance mixed with the fresh scent of bamboo wafted over.

Kuroba Shido gasped. The rats in rich people's houses are really something else!

"Hiss...no wonder he could bring himself to kiss me."

He got it.

He thought his wife was on the first floor.

I never imagined my wife was in the atmosphere.

This is not an impulsive act at all; it's about raising the hygiene standards of Da Mei to a level that's almost too high to handle!

Such terrifying execution.

What a terrifying married woman.

……

the other side.

Jingu Yoshiko ran all the way back to her room, which she usually kept cluttered with all sorts of strange things.

This room isn't messy.

At least in Jingu Yoshiko's view, it wasn't chaotic.

There's just a lot of stuff.

Old toys, unopened little gifts, miscellaneous souvenirs, and some things that Aoko Jingu disliked when she was a child but that Yoshiko Jingu secretly kept.

"Bubble gun, bubble gun..."

Jingu Yoshiko squatted in front of the cabinet, rummaging through it, her movements becoming increasingly exaggerated.

Splash!

A box tipped over.

Clang.

A small tin can rolled away.

pat.

Something fell to the ground.

Jingu Yoshiko searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so she sat on the ground with her face puffed out.

"Strange, why isn't it there?"

She thought for a while, then suddenly clapped her hands.

"Oh, right, they might be with Xiao Qingqing!"

As for why... it's simple. There are too many things in Jingu Miko's room, and sometimes there's not enough room to put them, or if it's convenient, they're put in Jingu Aoko's room instead.

When you need it, it acts like a hamster, rummaging through drawers and cupboards to find it. This method carries some risk...

But Yoshiko Jingu did it anyway, after all, the premise of taking risks was that she had to be caught. How could someone as smart as her be caught?

Hahaha!

With that in mind, Yoshiko Jingu stood up without hesitation and headed straight for Aoko Jingu's room.

Of course, a normal person wouldn't just enter their daughter's room.

But Yoshiko Jingu is not a normal person.

Moreover, she firmly believes that as a mother, showing appropriate concern for her daughter's living environment is a way of expressing love.

Of course, this kind of love usually ends with Aoko Jingu kicking her out.

But it is not important.

The important thing is the bubble gun.

Aoko Jingu's room was clean, tidy, and austere, with everything arranged in an orderly fashion, completely different from Yoshiko Jingu's style, which was "just more stuff."

When Jingu Yoshiko entered, she was first struck by the cleanliness of the place.

Then I started flipping through it.

The drawer is opened.

The cabinet door opened.

The box is opened.

Move the desktop files.

The wardrobe door was also half open.

In just a few minutes, the room, which was originally so tidy that it was almost cold and indifferent, was transformed into a scene that had been happily swept up by Jingu Miko.

"No, how could there not be?"

Jingu Yoshiko squatted on the ground, holding an old box in her hand, which contained some hair accessories that Jingu Aoko used when she was a child.

She glanced at it, and her eyes lit up.

"Wow, so cute."

I completely forgot about bubble guns.

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Jingu Aoko had just finished taking a bath and came out of there.

She was wearing a dark nightgown, her long hair still damp, water droplets running down her hair and soaking into the soft fabric at her shoulders.

The girl, who had just taken a shower, had less of the usual cold and imposing look in her eyes and brows. Her skin was whiter from the steam, and her cheeks had a faint blush of moisture.

But this rare moment of peace vanished the instant she saw the horrific state of the room.

The box on the ground was open.

The documents on the table were moved and scattered.

The wardrobe is open.

The drawer was half-open.

Jingu Yoshiko squatted on the ground, holding her childhood hair accessory in her hand and chuckling. Her face seemed to be filled with memories, as if she was reminiscing about the past... But as she looked around, she noticed that there seemed to be something terrifying next to her.

amount……

Unsure, let me take a look...

Jingu Miko stealthily glanced around, from top to bottom, from legs to chest, from…

Buhou!!!

Gudong!

Jingu Yoshiko silently put down what she was holding, then returned it to its original place, muttering something under her breath...

"This is outrageous! A thief broke into my house and ransacked it. Luckily, I arrived in time..."

After finishing her disclaimer, Yoshiko Jingu only then realized what was happening and turned around to find Aoko Jingu standing beside her, someone who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey? Little Qingqing, when did you get here?"

Aoko Jingu: "..."

The mother and daughter stared at each other, their silence deafening...

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Jingu Miko blinked: "Little Qingqing, are you done washing? Shido is over there, go on, you smell nice now, Shido will definitely like it. Don't worry, Mommy won't peek, it's okay even if we're doing adult things..."

"Go on, go on, don't worry about Mom..."

Jingu Aoko remained silent.

She simply turned her head silently and looked to the side.

There was a short stick there.

She had just casually placed it near the door of the room.

Jingu Yoshiko's expression changed.

"Wait, Aoko, Mom can explain."

Aoko Jingu walked over and picked up the short stick.

The movements were very gentle.

It didn't even make a sound.

Shingu Miko slowly backed away.

"Mom was looking for a bubble gun. Shido said he wanted to blow bubbles and play with them. Mom just wanted to liven up the atmosphere at home..."