I really don't want to be reborn.

"You tricked her into revealing this, didn't you! Is it really appropriate to use police professionalism on your daughter? Aren't you ashamed? Rua!"

"Don't make any embarrassing noises, Kyosuke."

The father placed his broad hands on his knees: "You've always been very sensible since you were little, so I wasn't too worried. But seeing Kirino's recent situation, I have to reassess your influence on her."

Kousaka Kyosuke sat opposite his father, adopting a posture similar to that of a business negotiation, as if every second was spent giving a speech under a spotlight, striving for perfection in every move.

"To be honest, there's something wrong with your parenting style. I've been thinking about saying that for two months now."

His fingers tapped rhythmically on his knee: "But at the time I felt it would lead to even more trouble, so I simply pretended not to know anything, because I'm rather afraid of trouble..."

The father put on his glasses, his face serious.

He felt as if he was facing not his son, but a police inspector in the police station.

“You didn’t restrict Kirino’s hobbies, such as girls liking to dress up and dress up, you thought that was normal.”

"Well, it's a bit outrageous, but it's acceptable."

“I have always felt that my father was open-minded. When I was a child, I said I didn’t want to be a policeman, and you didn’t force me. I am very grateful.”

A slight smile appeared on his square face: "You're welcome."

Kyosuke changed the subject: "But the word 'enlightened' is also evolving with the times. Society is becoming more and more diverse, so I think that as a parent, you should be more and more tolerant of your children, because many things are normal now."

What are you trying to say?

"Look, things we couldn't accept before are now widespread and accepted by people: collusion between officials and businessmen, organized crime, marital infidelity, high school girls engaging in compensated dating—"

"But that's still the wrong thing!"

Daisuke frowned deeply: "And what does this have to do with what we're talking about?"

Kyosuke smiled wryly to himself. "I'm giving them a heads-up!"

If you find out your sister is a homebody, and you discover that awful collection of stuff in that closet, I hope you won't kill her, neither physically nor emotionally. Please have mercy on her...

"Alright, let's get down to business. Your daughter Kirino is actually quite perfect. She has been expected to be a great success since she was a child. What else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

"Kid, do I need to explain this to you?"

Kyosuke Kosaka sighed, a bitter sigh: "Isn't it normal to be attached to someone? She's the youngest in the family, and she's a girl. You know she's always been clingy to me since she was little."

Daisuke opened his mouth as if to speak.

"Put yourself in my shoes. If Kirino were clinging to you instead of me right now, would you still want to talk to me about this?"

Daisuke hesitated to speak.

Kyosuke Kosaka shrugged and smiled wryly: "You see, this matter has never been as complicated as you think. It's just a sister's attachment to her brother. If she were attached to Dad, you probably wouldn't say anything now, but would be secretly happy, right?"

Daisuke blushed deeply: "You—"

"Doting on your daughter is disgusting."

"Say it again! You dare say it to me again!"

Kyosuke knew when to stop, and the disgust and contempt on his face turned into seriousness in the next moment. The way this socialite changed his expression startled even his own father: "However, some things do need to be prevented before they happen. Sometimes Kirino is very well-behaved, but sometimes she is too willful."

The father sneered, "More than just willful? She even made a promise with me about next year—she almost hit me just now. When did she become so audacious! Just as audacious as you!"

I let it slip.

What's the agreement for next year?

"Although she is a bit unruly, isn't she ultimately spoiled by you and Mom?"

Kyosuke was puzzled while defending his sister. He always said he wasn't a siscon, but he couldn't help feeling unhappy when someone spoke ill of Kirino.

“I’ve recently had some free time, so I have more time to educate her. If the attachment isn’t working well, then I have to let her learn to walk on her own—I need to find something she likes that has a future to distract her.”

Daisuke's expression softened considerably: "What are you planning to do?"

"Flower arranging and judo are too old-fashioned. If she liked drawing, she could be my illustrator, which would be nice. But unfortunately, she doesn't like drawing..."

"So what does she like?"

She likes it—

Kyosuke suddenly stopped talking, looked at his father and chuckled, "You have to understand, Kirino will probably fall for this, but I won't let you trick me into saying anything. Your daughter does have some strange hobbies, but they're not anything illegal."

Daisuke, having failed to elicit any information, scoffed: "Whether it's true or not, I'll judge for myself. Now tell me, what exactly is her strange hobby?"

"Hey hey hey."

This voice was filled with Mr. Fei Yu-ching's pure innocence.

"Kyosuke, this is very important. I'm not joking with you!"

"Hey hey hey."

This voice is exactly the same as Mr. Feng Bujue's low-key and humble manner!

Daisuke was enraged by his laughter and stood up, approaching like a black bear: "It's not illegal for a father to beat his son! Kyosuke, don't make me do it!"

Kyosuke Kosaka stopped laughing and instead took the two dinners from his mother's hands while still smiling as he went upstairs: "I'll raise Kirino well, you don't need to worry. Even if she has problems, I don't have any problems, right?"

The voice was surprisingly unashamed.

That smile made Mr. Daisuke's forehead veins throb.

How to describe this smile? For example, imagine you are a primary school teacher who only earns sixty yuan a day and has to work overtime to tell your students stories about Uncle Lei Feng.

How do you feel when one of those kids under your command actually gives you a Mona Lisa-like smile?

…………

"Almost. I told my dad not to be too strict with you, because you're not a child anymore."

He said this to his sister during dinner.

It was the first time he had dinner in his sister's room. He stood by the window, holding his bowl, watching the daylight outside, watching the moon on the horizon, watching the wind tear apart fragments of dusk, which then shattered into countless lights.

Kirino muttered, "I'm not a child."

"But in my eyes you have always been... By the way, where are you going tomorrow? Where is it that you can't tell Father?"

The girl wolfed down her food, then walked behind him without wiping her mouth and bumped her forehead against her brother's back, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"I won't tell you..."

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Chapter Thirty: Encountering a woman deeply in love is like fishing and catching a white whale.

The brother and sister set off at the same time the next morning.

Strangely, they didn't ask each other where they were going. Kirino didn't want to ask; anyway, no matter where they went, her brother was with that woman from Kasumigaoka, so it was pointless.

Kyosuke Kousaka, on the other hand, respected his sister's privacy.

She didn't want to tell her father, so it naturally wasn't a place she frequented like Shibuya. Girls all have their own little secrets. After asking around and finding out that she was with Kuroneko, he was half relieved.

"Be careful on the road, call me if anything happens."

Kazuno waved at the intersection, and Kyosuke Kousaka arrived at his residence. He and Utaha Kasumigaoka agreed to meet there and then take a nearby tram to Akihabara.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is lying on his bed, reading a romance novel that Kyosuke doesn't particularly like... As she reads, she's like a child eating a cookie, making little bits of crunch, and no matter how careful she is, more cookies fall to the ground than she eats.

Before coming in, Kyosuke knocked on the door next door. When the door opened, he saw a large hamster and his mouth twitched several times: "Doma-kun, do you do this every weekend?"

"No! You can see my dark circles, right? There's a special reason for that. You know, I didn't go to sleep until four o'clock last night."

"It was four o'clock this morning."

"Anyway, I've only slept for five hours from yesterday to today..."

He was a perfect beautiful girl, but now he doesn't know why she has degenerated into a lazy girl wearing a hamster coat. This drastic change once broke his heart - what happened to the beauty that was as beautiful as poetry and painting!

After opening the door for him, Doma Umaru let himself roll deeper into the sofa, looking a little irritable, probably due to the aftereffects of staying up all night.

From his perspective, half of Umaru's body had merged with the sofa, and the sofa was filled with empty snack bags.

"This garbage..."

Before he could finish speaking, Umaru quickly said, "I've already emptied the contents into my stomach. Please take the remaining packaging outside."

"..."

"Don't call me lazy, my brother is coming back today, and I still have a lot of cleaning work to do."

Kyosuke looked at her in surprise: "You actually have a self-aware time? Mr. Doma is really good at disciplining people... I knocked on the door not because your brother asked me to inspect the work, but just to ask if you want to have breakfast."

He gestured to the wagashi breakfast set he had bought, making a mischievous sound as if teasing a hamster: "Hey, speaking of which, Black Cat and the others went out to play today, didn't you go with them?"

Xiaomai took the breakfast and gave him a wry look: "If I go out, I'll probably die on the street."

If I don't go to sleep, I'll die suddenly!

He closed the door for the big hamster, then opened his own door and glanced around: "Why is the color of the curtains so strange?"

The girl, lying on the bed, didn't even look up: "It's always been like this."

She looked beautiful lying on the bed, with one leg bent in a way that defies description.

There are some people who are like a beautiful painting.

First, you admire the overall effect, then you can even see the waves of paint brushstrokes; you could never finish looking at it in a lifetime.

"No, I just feel that these curtains are old-fashioned. You can actually take them down and wash them."

"Humph."

She sat up: "I'm a bit annoyed, I'm not in the mood."

"You're upset because you're hesitating about whether to go to Akihabara with me today, and the reason you're hesitating is that Akihabara isn't really a good place for inspiration for you. You're also regretting agreeing to go to Akihabara yesterday..."

"Shut up, you light novel writer son of a detective!"