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

The Jingu family.

In Da Mei's private boxing training room.

"Buzzing..."

"Squeak squeak squeak~~~"

The specially made boxing champion massage chair was running and vibrating again. Da Mei, who had almost been blown to death just now, was now alive again with the help of the massage chair. Her mouse face was full of enjoyment and comfort.

He's alive!

The short-haired woman patiently cut fruit and desserts, while adjusting the intensity and setting of the massage chair based on Da Mei's reactions, maximizing Da Mei's pleasure.

This is the recovery process that the Jingu family arranged for Daimi.

The short-haired woman sat at a small table, holding a small knife, cutting the fruit into tiny pieces, each one just the right size for Da Mei to hold and gnaw on.

There were also a few special desserts on the side, low in sugar and oil, with a soft texture. They were said to be a "boxing champion's reward meal" specially developed by the kitchen at the behest of Yoshiko Jingu.

Of course, the boxing champion himself has not commented on this.

Its only responsibility is to eat.

"Is the gear too high?"

The short-haired woman asked in a low voice.

Da Mei lay on the massage chair, her beard twitching slightly.

The short-haired woman glanced at it and nodded: "Understood, maintain the current gear."

Da Mei: "Squeak~~~"

Its sound is drawn out, which is very pleasant to listen to.

The short-haired woman placed a small piece of fruit in front of it, and Da Mei slowly stretched out its two little paws to hug it, massaging it while nibbling on it. The rat's quality of life had reached a level that would make Kuroba Shido want to call the police.

"You've had a hard day."

The short-haired woman looked at it, her voice softer than usual.

"Although the head of the family sometimes uses rather strange training methods, she values ​​you very much, so please don't take any oversights to heart..."

Great taste!

The short-haired woman paused for a moment, then added, "Of course, that kind of CPR doesn't count."

Da Mei froze for a moment.

It was obvious that it understood.

The short-haired woman looked into its suddenly clear eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then pushed another piece of fruit towards it.

"Eat up, it'll calm you down."

Da Mei immediately hugged the fruit and continued chewing.

The short-haired woman has been taking care of Da Mei for quite some time now.

When Yoshiko first brought Daimei home, the entire Yoshiko family was at a loss as to what to do with this fancy rat. After all, the Yoshiko family was good at dealing with people, money, power, and risks, but not good at dealing with a small animal that the head of the family had forcibly given the dream of boxing.

In the end, many things fell on the short-haired woman.

Feeding.

Tidying up my little home.

Record your weight.

To prevent Miko Jingu from feeding strange things.

And when Jingu Miko suddenly decided to arrange "hellish special training" for Daimi, try to remove the word "hell" and only leave the "special training" part.

So strictly speaking, apart from Yoshiko Jingu, she was the one who had the most contact with Omi.

Sometimes, when Daimei sees Jingu Miko, she will subconsciously glance at the short-haired woman first to check if there are any new outrageous plans for the day.

The short-haired woman reached out and gently touched Da Mei's head.

Da Mei did not hide.

He simply held the fruit and nuzzled his head against her fingers.

The short-haired woman's eyes softened slightly.

"Hmm, it seems you've recovered quite well."

Da Mei: "Squeak."

The atmosphere between the man and the mouse was surprisingly warm and cozy for a moment.

If you ignore the boxing champion posters on the wall, the massage chair next to it, and the specially made muscle-building nutrition meal that hasn't been completely taken away from the table, this place would even look like an ordinary pet room.

The short-haired woman finished cutting the last piece of fruit and suddenly paused.

She remembered her master.

She realized something was wrong and wisely left the scene to take care of Da Mei.

This is not called running away.

This is called a clear division of labor.

The eldest daughter is handling things with the head of the family, but Da Mei can't be left unattended.

But now that Da Mei is in stable condition, has eaten fruit, and has had massages, the short-haired woman has started to worry about Jingu Miko's condition.

After all, the patriarch cried out in agony when he left.

The short-haired woman glanced at Da Mei.

"So beautiful."

A beautiful sight to behold.

"Let's go see the head of the family."

Da Mei: "..."

Its chewing of fruit was noticeably slower.

The short-haired woman understood.

It doesn't really want to go.

That makes perfect sense.

After all, it was Jingu Yoshiko who almost blew it up like a balloon.

The short-haired woman paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Just one look."

Da Mei: "Squeak?"

"If the situation becomes dangerous, we'll come back immediately."

Da Mei thought about it and seemed to accept the condition.

The short-haired woman gently lifted it from the massage chair and gave it a small piece of dessert to hold in its paws.

As Da Mei ate, she was carried away from the training room by the short-haired woman.

The corridor was quiet.

The short-haired woman slowed her pace, and Da Mei seemed to realize something as well. She held the dessert in her little hands and didn't make any extra noise.

The man and the mouse moved along the corridor toward Aoko Jingu's room as if on a stealth mission.

The closer you get, the more intense the sense of oppression in the air becomes.

The short-haired woman, being experienced, quickly realized that the situation inside was probably not completely over yet.

She stopped near the door and listened carefully.

The room was very quiet.

The silence was unsettling.

The short-haired woman glanced at Da Mei.

Da Mei also glanced at her.

The man and the mouse reached a certain tacit understanding.

The short-haired woman peeked half her head out from the doorway and glanced inside.

Then it immediately shrank back.

Da Mei: "Squeak?"

The short-haired woman said in a low voice, "The situation is complicated."

Da Mei tilted her head.

The short-haired woman hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed Da Mei by the door, letting it peek inside from a lower position.

Da Mei, holding a dessert, slowly peeks out her little head. The two of them, one human and one mouse, take turns, exuding a sneaky vibe... It's definitely a great profile picture for a duo!

in the room.

Yoshiko Jingu was still lying on the ground.

Its posture was serene, its eyes vacant, and the band-aid on its face was crooked, as if it had finally chosen to blend into the carpet after being repeatedly beaten by life.

Kuroba Shido was sitting in front of Jingu Aoko, massaging her feet.

For some shrewd people, this might be a huge reward, but for Shido Kuroba, it's terrifying... Just kidding, Shido is out!

At a time like this, there's no beating, and there's even a reward segment?

In other words, what's even more ruthless is yet to come?

This woman is meticulous, ruthless, and terrifying; she must not be allowed to live!

Kuroba Shido sat upright with an honest expression, but his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He seemed to have been tortured to the point of having his soul leave his body, leaving only an empty shell that would automatically try to survive.

Jingu Aoko sat on the sofa, her legs crossed.

She had just finished showering; her long black hair was half-dry and casually hung over her shoulders. She wore a thin coat over her bathrobe, the neckline neatly arranged, yet it still couldn't suppress her cool and languid beauty.

She propped her face up with one hand and rested the other on her knee, looking down at Kuroba Shido.

That posture wasn't just pretty.

It's not so much beautiful from above, but rather a commanding view.

It's like holding someone in the palm of your hand and then slowly asking, "Do you submit?"

Kuroba Shido was very impressed.

At least outwardly, they were very compliant.

His movements were very light, and his expression was very serious, as if he were carrying out some important mission related to the peace of Tokyo.

"A little heavier."

"I say calmly," said Aoko Jingu.

"Okay, bro."

Kuroba Shido immediately increased his strength.

"Be gentle."

"clear."

"Didn't you just say you were thinking about me every single second?"

Kuroba Shido paused.

The beautiful eyes peeking out from the doorway seemed a little clearer.

The short-haired woman outside the door also fell silent for a moment.

Isn't this topic a bit dangerous?

Kuroba Shido lowered his head, his expression honest and unassuming: "Of course."

Aoko Jingu looked at him.

Am I pretty?

Kuroba Shido immediately nodded: "Beautiful."

Do you like it?

Kuroba Shido nodded again: "I like it."

How much do you like it?

Kuroba Shido was silent for a second, then immediately switched to a battle-ready expression, his face becoming handsome as he earnestly searched his mind for the appropriate lines to deceive the ghosts.

"I love Aoko so much that the night breeze in Tokyo feels sweet just thinking about her. I love her so much that when rice balls are on sale, my first thought isn't to eat them myself, but to show Aoko the most precious happiness in the life of a poor boy..."

Jingu Miko, lying on the ground, twitched her eyelids.

How disgusting.

Surprisingly, it was still listenable...

Aoko Jingu remained expressionless.

"Yeah?"

"certainly."

Kuroba Shido looked up, his eyes so sincere it was as if he had just downloaded three hundred pages of a free collection of cheesy pickup lines.

"Aoko, you're the kind of person who, even if you just stand there and do nothing, makes people feel that there's still some value in living in this world."

There was a half-second of silence after those words were spoken.

Da Mei held the dessert, her beard twitching.

The short-haired woman paused slightly outside the door.

Aoko looked down at him, her gaze seeming to soften for a moment.

And then the next second.

She lifted her foot.

His toes landed precisely on Kuroba Shido's face.

"Hmm!"

Kuroba Shido was kicked so hard that he fell backward.

But because he was still sitting, he didn't fly out directly. Instead, his face was stepped on by Aoko's foot, and his expression instantly changed from affectionate to bewildered.

What? There's a second level?

A critical hit?

Jingu Aoko looked at him, her tone indifferent: "You like me that much, yet you're still fooling around with other people?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

broken.

The question has come full circle.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki.

Rumors circulating on the forum.

Club activities.

And there's that recording that's already been released.

All of these things together are practically a Tokyo high-level version of a series of explosives.

Jingu Aoko appeared unconcerned, and even just now she was able to calmly record and send the recording to Miyazaki Kiyoshi.

But Shido Kuroba now understands.

This is not indifference.

This is the kind of indifference she showed when, after the vinegar jar exploded, she could still pick up the fragments, shave them into blades, and then stick them one by one into other people's paths to survival.

Kuroba Shido sat there stiffly.

In my mind, a helpful, sensible alert popped up, like a salted fish's guide to detect an anomaly.

Current status: Miss Jingu's jealousy has not subsided, and her territorial instincts continue to intensify. The danger factor for topics related to Minister Miyazaki is off the charts. It is recommended to continue to appease her, and to refrain from making excuses, running away, or mentioning suicidal nonsense such as "it's just a normal club relationship."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

OK OK.

The Tokyo high-level bureaus really don't give anyone a moment to breathe.

"Aoko."

With his face pressed against a foot, Shido Kuroba's voice was somewhat muffled, but his will to survive was very clear.

"I can make excuses..."

Aoko Jingu raised an eyebrow, then laughed in exasperation: "Lies?"

"Ahem, I meant to explain, I misspoke a bit just now..."

Kuroba Shido's brain was working at lightning speed. He changed the beam of light, still with the composure of an old-generation artist, still walking a tightrope on a cliff, not only walking but also jumping around a bit.

These are the older generation of artists!

"My relationship with Department Head Miyazaki is really just a very ordinary one between an ordinary department head and an ordinary employee."

Jingu Aoko pushed off with her toes.

Black Feather Warrior said, "Wrong, wrong, delete that sentence."

The woman on the ground, Miko Kamiya, opened her eyes a crack.

Wow.

Can this be deleted too?

Kuroba Shido immediately changed his tune: "What I mean is, Miyazaki-sama's job is all forced, it's club exploitation, it's the capitalist school system's exploitation of disadvantaged and disabled teenagers."

Aoko Jingu: "And what about me?"

Without hesitation, Kuroba Shido declared, "It's true love!"

Aoko squinted.

Kuroba Shido continued, "One is work, the other is life; one is a cold, impersonal guild mission, the other is the only warm harbor in my impoverished life."

Jingu Aoko remained silent.

Shido Kuroba felt the pressure on his face lessen slightly.

There is a play.

carry on.

"No matter what, Department Head Miyazaki is, he's just my superior in the sense of the club."

Kuroba Shido's tone was somber.

"But Aoko, you are different. Aoko is my creditor in a spiritual sense."

Aoko Jingu: "A creditor?"

"right."

Kuroba Shido nodded.

"You picked me up from the edge of Tokyo Bay, gave me food, put me in the hospital, put pressure on me, and let me experience the noble service of the retainers of the Jingu family."

Aoko Jingu: "Does life's pressure count?"

"Calculate."

Kuroba Shido said seriously, "Without pressure, there is no growth. Without Aoko, I would still be a weak little chef who only knows how to lie down."

Aoko Jingu: "Not now?"

Kuroba Shido said confidently, "Now I'm a gigolo personally molded by Aoko!"

Aoko Jingu: "..."

The beautiful woman at the door: "..."

Short-haired woman: "..."

Jingu Miko, who was on the ground, twitched her shoulder as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Aoko Jingu glanced at her.

Jingu Yoshiko immediately continued lying on the board.

Kuroba Shido seized the opportunity and prepared to continue reciting the complete collection of free love quotes.

"Qingzi, do you know, I didn't understand what fate was until you pointed a gun at me that day. That's when I realized that some encounters are destined to be extraordinary from the very beginning."

Aoko Jingu: "Continue."

Kuroba Shido was secretly delighted.

"If Tokyo were a downpour, you would be that umbrella in my impoverished life—it might hit me, shoot me, and threaten me to get over here before six o'clock, but it's still very expensive, very high-end, and very hard to leave behind."

Jingu Aoko propped her chin up, her lips seemingly about to curl into a smile, but she quickly suppressed it.

When Kuroba Shido saw this subtle change in her, he was immediately invigorated.

Stable.

That damn old hag is finally starting to enjoy herself! Woohoo, good! At this rate, we'll be home soon!

Okay!

Just as he was about to intensify his efforts, his phone rang.

This is not a regular ringtone.

Instead, it was a special notification sound that had clearly been tampered with.

"My best friend Xiaoqingqing is video chatting with me!"

in the room.

The air froze instantly.

Shido Kuroba's expression froze.

Aoko Jingu lowered her eyes to look at her phone.

The body that was lying on the ground, Jingu Miko, suddenly had a red "Danger" symbol appear above her head, and it even flashed.

next second.

Another medical miracle has occurred.

Yoshiko Kamiya suddenly opened her eyes.

She was revived in an instant.

Get up in two seconds.

Three-second sprint.

As if his survival instinct had ignited the last flame of his life, he dashed toward the door.

"I suddenly remembered that Da Mei hasn't had her midnight snack yet, I'm leaving now!"

Run! ! !

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Madam, you're not dead!

The short-haired woman froze on the spot, watching helplessly as her patriarch rushed past her like a gust of wind.

Only the tampered notification sound remained in the room, continuing to loop.

"My best friend Xiaoqingqing is video chatting with me!"

"My best friend Xiaoqingqing is video chatting with me!"

Kuroba Shido slowly lowered his head and looked at the video invitation popping up on his phone screen.

Caller: My very best friend, Xiao Qingqing...

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Um... could this be the Minister?