I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

The other three mothers' expressions turned grim.

Yoshiko said, "My daughter's grades have dropped recently. She barely got first place in the drama club, but to be honest, the emotion she conveys in her performances is lacking."

“Zuo Song’s mother, your child is there too, isn’t he?”

Zuo Song's mother said with difficulty, "Yes, my son is in there too. But his grades are barely okay."

Jiazi smiled and said, "Yes, yes. Your son is destined for great things. A dozen or so stars will suffice. After all, theater is a minor art and doesn't make much money."

Her smile made Zuo Song's mother's face stiffen.

Yoshiko began to talk at length about her daughter, describing her parenting methods and how outstanding her daughter had become under her guidance.

The mother in the village said, "If you do that, it will alienate your child from you."

She smiled and said, "We're a mother first and foremost."

Yoshiko dismissed this, saying, "Raising a child is every mother's task. It is also a responsibility that the child must bear. Only in this way can an outstanding person be raised."

Shimomura's mother simply gave a polite smile.

Yoshiko, however, took this as an admission of weakness and was extremely pleased with herself.

He was extremely arrogant, picking up the teacup and drinking it all in one gulp.

She talked about her child's grades, saying that her daughter had so many trophies every day that she couldn't even put them all down. She also mentioned the countless praises she received from her teacher each day.

She then talked about how exhausted she was, saying that she had almost given everything for her daughter.

Yoshiko said, "Oh dear, but my daughter... she's such a good daughter. She understands my good intentions, and she loves me dearly."

She said, "She never complained and always listened to me. Whatever I asked her to do, she would do it perfectly."

"Besides, I recently found her an embroidery class." Yoshiko smiled, half-jokingly. "In the future, she will definitely become a Yamato Nadeshiko. Just like the princesses in history, she will be a woman as graceful as a pine tree and a crane."

She chuckled lightly, showing off.

It's like putting on your most precious and strongest armor.

This armor made her dazzling and gave her a sense of superiority.

The other three mothers all had indifferent expressions.

Shimomura's mother said, "But she's just a daughter. It's a bit of a waste for her to work so hard."

"We just need to find a son-in-law to adopt," Yoshiko said nonchalantly. "Toshio will handle this kind of thing."

She then asked in a joking tone, "Mrs. Shimomura, how is your son doing lately?"

The village mother casually changed the subject.

Every time the village mothers were about to shift the conversation to their own knowledge, character, and upbringing, Yoshiko would turn the conversation to her own daughter.

She boasted about her parenting methods and her daughter.

Smug and triumphant.

They talked like this until the afternoon before Yoshiko finally prepared to leave.

But her legs had lost all feeling, and even when she managed to stand up, they trembled. Feeling somewhat ashamed, she forced herself to remain composed and prepared to leave.

All three mothers smiled and said, "Kirishima's mother, you really are a good mother."

Yoshiko tilted her chin up and said, "Of course I know I'm a good mother. I went to pick up my daughters first."

With that, he left.

Even after she left, the smiles on the faces of the mothers remained unchanged.

The mother in the village said to the other two, "For a family like ours, there are a thousand or ten thousand ways to make our children successful. This slave-like method is the most despicable."

Zuo Song's mother said with a smile, "That's right. Only someone like Jiazi, who just climbed up and whose fingers and legs are still covered in mud, would use this method to prove herself."

Shimomura's mother smiled and said, "For us, becoming successful is easy. But family affection is rare. This Jiazi is really putting the cart before the horse."

The three mothers smiled and looked down on Jiazi as they slowly sipped their tea and admired the beautiful scenery outside the window.

Chapter 112 Two Paths Fork Before Us [3/3]

After school, Kirishima Chiho and Natsugiri Kai went to the Literature Club.

The Literature Department was a small room on the top floor of a department building, located in a corner.

There are bookshelves on both sides and a long table in the middle.

Near the door, there were miscellaneous items.

Just by walking in, you can feel the strong sense of life. Folding chairs are placed near the door, so you can pull them out and sit at the table when needed.

The innermost wall has a huge window that takes up half the wall, through which you can see the lush green trees outside.

Every now and then, birds would land on the trees and chirp and chatter.

Light can pass completely through the glass into the room, making the entire room bright.

Kirishima Chiho sat opposite Natsugiri Kai, flipping through a book, seemingly engrossed in it.

Natsugiri Kai sat opposite Kirishima Chiho, and so did she.

Although neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was not awkward. On the contrary, it was filled with a warm and gentle feeling, like soft, moist air.

Xia Wuzhao said, "Won't you say anything?"

He spoke casually, as if it were just a casual remark.

But the girl listened attentively, understanding that Xia Wuzhao always subtly hinted at something.

She smiled, her lips curving slightly.

It wasn't a loud laugh, nor was it cold.

His tone was as bland as water: "What do you want me to say?"

“This is something you should be doing, Kirishima Chiho.” Natsuki Kai reacted in a way that was completely different from that of ordinary people.

He said, "You're fulfilling my wish, not the other way around. I've said this countless times. You never remember, so I won't remind you next time."

“If this is just about killing time idly, I’ll leave immediately,” Xia Wuzhao said. “My time is precious, and I don’t want to waste it on this kind of thing.”

He spoke as if it were perfectly reasonable, but the girl was still somewhat unaccustomed to such things.

"Isn't my time valuable?"

"And it's always been others who ask me to do something, but now I'm being asked to decide what to do myself. This is the first time, and it leaves me completely at a loss."

Kirishima Chiho stood up from her seat and sat down next to Natsugiri Kai. With a light yet complex fragrance, she said, "Then let's start by calling each other by name. That's what you do when you become lovers. But I've never heard you say that before."

"So, call me Chiho, Natsugiri."

The girl spoke firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

Xia Wuzhao glanced at her, then looked away: "Chiho."

Being able to call each other by name is clearly a sign of intimacy. But Xia Wuzhao called out to her indifferently, without the slightest hint of ambiguity.

They were like ordinary friends, but Kirishima Chiho felt that it was difficult for her to call Natsugiri Kai a friend now.

But Kirishima Chiho was not discouraged.

"Even now, I don't know what happiness really is. But I have to make someone like Xia Wu, who has so many defenses, happy. This task is really difficult. I don't even know if I can do it."

"But isn't this the only way we can do it?"

"Because I want to die."

She thought about what other girls had said before.

—Happiness is simply being together, talking, and feeling the other person's presence.

Then, a clever yet cunning glint flashed in Kirishima Chiho's eyes: "Natsugiri, why aren't you proud that I've become your lover?"

Xia Wukai didn't look at Kirishima Chiho, but instead asked, "I thought you wouldn't ask such a stupid question, Chiho."

"So what do you think I'll do?"

"I thought you would use that evening tone to say something smarter."

“That’s Chiho at night.” Kirishima Chiho flicked her hair, a mischievous smile on her face, as if the Chiho of the night and the Chiho of now were two different people.

"Chiho is at her freest every night, which is why her personality becomes so strange, and even I can't help it."

"Because I really want to be a promiscuous girl."

She looked at Xia Wuzhao, her eyelashes trembling, her eyes filled with innocent ripples: "Xia Wu, don't you like it? If I become a wanton girl, it would be best for you, wouldn't it? Because you could easily get me."

"Is that what you think?" Xia Wuzhao sneered. "That's incredibly stupid."

“That’s true.” Kirishima Chiho seemed to immediately understand Natsuki Kai’s feelings.

She nodded, letting her hair sway slightly: "After all, a promiscuous girl is definitely not as popular as a Yamato Nadeshiko. If you had a promiscuous girl as your lover, you would definitely be ridiculed."

"It would be enviable to have a gentle and kind Yamato Nadeshiko. Only when someone shines brightly can a lover feel happy."

Then, she smiled gently, like a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman): "What do you think of this?"

"Still so stupid." Xia Wuzhao turned the pages of the book, making a clicking sound. "Do you think I'd feel happy if I flaunted having you as my lover to other people?"

"Hmm," Kirishima Chiho said, "Isn't that right?"

"Why is this happening, Chiho?" Natsuki Kai looked at Kirishima Chiho beside her.

"Because every time my mom shows off me, she smiles happily."

Kirishima Chiho gazed at Natsugiri Kai with her crimson eyes and said in a self-righteous tone, "So, I also thought you would become happy too."

“Then you are truly an exquisite crown,” Xia Wuzhao said sarcastically. “But I am not your mother.”

His words were full of sarcasm and mockery.

It almost filled the entire room.

Chiho Kirishima's smile remained unchanged as she asked, "Isn't it right? Is this wrong?"

"I'm not going to tell you whether I'm right or wrong." Xia Wukai stopped looking at Kirishima Chiho, feeling only annoyance.

He turned the pages of the book and said, "If you think it's right, then it's right. If you think it's wrong, then it's wrong."

"But if you're not satisfied, you'll leave, won't you?"

The girl did not think that Xia Wuzhao was instigating her.

She lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

“You actually become quite clever in these kinds of situations,” Xia Wuzhao said. “It’s truly puzzling how someone as intelligent as you could say such foolish things.”

“But you’re right. I will leave.” Xia Wuzhao nodded, speaking easily without any hesitation.

They showed absolutely no regard for Kirishima Chiho's feelings.

Why should he care about Kirishima Chiho's feelings? He didn't come here to make Kirishima Chiho feel relaxed or happy.

"That's really cruel." Kirishima Chiho stretched languidly, as if trying to hide her weakness.

She said, "It's cruel and ruthless to expect me to constantly guess what you're thinking, but if I make even the slightest mistake, all my efforts will be wasted."

"Xia Wu, you are truly so cruel, you are so heartless."

"Really?" Xia Wuzhao said, "Then I'll take it as a compliment."

“Yes, that’s right. That’s a compliment.” Kirishima Chiho said earnestly, as if declaring something, “If you hadn’t been so ruthless, I probably wouldn’t have come looking for you.”

"But coming to me won't do you much good, will it? You'll still have to go through all this trouble to please me before you can fulfill your wish, which is death."

Xia Wuzhao opened the window, letting the refreshing breeze from outside blow into the Literature Club.

"But instead of trying to please me, wouldn't it be easier for you to jump off here?"

"You hate me that much, huh?" Kirishima Chiho leaned on the table, her hand supporting her chin.

She blinked her eyelashes: "This is the first time I've ever been disliked like this."

"Did I do something wrong again?"

“No,” Xia Wuzhao said. “It’s just that I think it’s better to be here pitifully trying to please me and racking your brains to think about what I’m saying.”

"It would be simpler to just jump from here."

“If I said these things to other people, they would definitely stop me. They would tell me that life is still good, to think about my parents and such,” the girl said. “But you are telling me to jump.”