Uneasy daily life

In other words, the messenger was indeed greatly shocked. His broken and disordered words, heavy breathing, wailing, and hysterical emotions indirectly confirmed the authenticity of the news.

Yukino brought a boy home, and it seems the boy wasn't just a guest...

The obsessive pervert at school might have even been spying on Yukino's phone...

A stalker, heartbroken and emotionally unstable, is downstairs at Yukino's place...

hiss--!

Despite the snow, the mother bravely did not faint. She immediately called the driver, and they rushed to the battlefield like lightning.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Rescue of a Wayward Youth

Yukino! Wait for me, Mom will be right there!

Although you can't wait to reach your destination, the world is ultimately objective and physical.

Yukinoshita's mother calmly considered the situation and instructed the driver to accelerate as much as possible as long as he didn't exceed the speed limit.

The most important thing is not the issue of Yukino bringing a boy home, but the person on the phone—that's the dangerous factor that urgently needs to be addressed!

We must try to keep him calm until I arrive at the scene to handle the situation... Should we call the police? No, calling the police will only make things more complicated, since the other party has not made a criminal declaration.

The boy's sorrowful voice echoed: "Waaaaah! Yukino! My Yukino! How can I live without you! Hehe, live, waaaah..."

He was very impulsive and frightening.

Who cares if you live or die!

Yukino's mother's eyes twitched, and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms, but she calmly comforted her, "Yukino did act rashly. I'm on my way, please wait..."

The boy growled, "I won't allow you to talk about Yukino like that! You won't! You don't understand Yukino at all!"

I'm not afraid of those who don't speak, I'm afraid of those who go crazy.

Yukino's mother pondered how to stall for time, and asked softly, "Actually, I'm usually too busy with work, so I've neglected Yukino's situation. How is she doing at school?"

"Perfect—! Yukino is perfect! She's amazing at everything, from grades to sports!" the boy exclaimed excitedly. "She dares to point out anyone's mistakes to their face! No one is better or more perfect than Yukino!"

"Hmm, I see..." Yukino's mother agreed softly. The only unfortunate thing was that there was a stalker at the school, so Yukino attracted a stalker.

The boy suddenly said with certainty, "The most perfect thing is the hands!"

Yukino's mother almost misspoke: "Hand?"

"Speaking of Yukino's hands, it's impossible not to love them..." The boy's voice was tinged with infatuation. "Her fair, delicate fingers, without a single flaw, are often the focus of my fantasies."

Yukino's mother found it somewhat strange, but still affirmed it, trying to reassure her: "Hmm... Yukino's hands are indeed very beautiful."

The boy seemed lost in a fantasy, murmuring softly, "If, when I eat, the soft, white rice grains are like Yukino's hands, what if I'm holding a bowl of Yukino's hands—"

Yukinoshita's mother leaned back involuntarily, unable to respond for a moment.

From the phone, a voice, brimming with a strange passion, seemed to lick the skin, digging into the filth within, whispering like a dream.

“Then I will suck and nibble here. Yukino will feel a strange itch and pain. If she sits on the windowsill, the sunlight and breeze blowing her hair, gently resting on her outstretched hands, I will kneel down like a pilgrim, holding those hands as if they were a crown, and give them the most respectful kiss.”

The boy became engrossed and recited like a poet: "Yukino sits on the windowsill, and from her thin and delicate lips, she will surely let out a series of shy moans that are neither real nor fake. Or she may be so embarrassed and angry that she will gently kick me down—just thinking about this makes me eat an extra bucket of rice."

Or...should we call the police?

Yukinoshita's mother hesitated for once, then vaguely replied, "Hmm..."

The boy suddenly asked, "Auntie, am I a pervert?"

If I were the judge, you would already be allowed to go in.

Yukinoshita's mother evaded the question and comforted her, saying, "It's perfectly normal for a child your age to have unbearable enthusiasm and impulsive fantasies—if you have any difficulties in these areas, consult your parents more often."

"Parents..." The boy's voice faded away, leaving only soft breathing, indicating that he hadn't left his phone.

Did she accidentally step on someone's landmine? Yukinoshita's mother told herself to stay calm.

“I have no parents, and I don’t need parents… Let them live their lives where I am not. I will not be a burden to them, and they will not be a burden to me.”

The boy said sadly, "I only need Yukino, Yukino, my Yukino, my flame of desire, the light of my life..."

"Child, no one is indispensable in anyone else's life," Yukinoshita's mother gently comforted her, trying to divert her attention by asking, "Do you have anything you enjoy?"

"Yukino."

"...I mean things like interests."

"Yukino."

"Is there anything you want to do in the future?"

"Yukino."

Yukino's mother's blood pressure was at its highest limit, and although it didn't explode, she still felt it was a difficult situation. Conversation skills had very limited effect on someone who wasn't mentally stable, and she couldn't think of any angle to approach the situation in order to calm the other person down and stop them from talking about Yukino.

In everyday life, it's more like social interaction than conversation, which is ultimately enhanced by one's status and position. But using the same serious, professional methods to reprimand and lecture someone will definitely provoke their rebellious tendencies.

The boy said blankly, "But Yukino isn't clean anymore... It's been two hours... Two hours... I've been sitting here for two hours, it's dark, the wind is cold, I'm numb..."

Yukino's mother struggled to suppress her anger and disgust, continuing to comfort her, "Perhaps it was just an invitation to ordinary friends. Yukino has always been a sensible child, always has been, and would never do anything strange..."

"Heh, you don't understand Yukino at all," the boy muttered to himself. "Yukino is perfect, so she definitely needs a perfect boyfriend... That boy who went up there is second in the grade, and he's really handsome... Two hours... They must have done this and that, maybe they're even taking a bath together now..."

Hmm? Could it be referring to Hayato? Could it be that Yukino and Hayato have reconciled?

Yukinoshita's mother thought to herself, but there was no time to verify it now, and said, "Child, if you strive to become even better..."

"Yukino is no longer pure..."

Japanese profanity!

Yukinoshita's mother said gently, "There are other excellent girls in the world, but if you want to talk to them and get close to them, you should strive to become more excellent yourself. You shouldn't make one person your whole life..."

"..." The boy was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "I used to think that my parents would be with me forever... but I've separated from them..."

The boy couldn't hold back and let out a soft sob.

"Even without tragic accidents, or rationally speaking, parents will leave before their children."

Yukino's mother tried to express herself more gently: "We will always experience loneliness without realizing it, and eventually leave alone. This is an outcome that no one can escape. So, my child, don't let your life always be filled with Yukino's shadow... You have the right to choose more, experience more, and meet more and better people."

“…I’m sorry, Auntie.”

The boy sniffed and asked softly, "I want to cry, but not like before, crying alone, with no one able to hear me..."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

The mother, with her patience fully restored, breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly having calmed the patient down.

"Woo..."

The boy choked up, and a torrent of sorrow poured out.

"Waaaaaahh ...

A shattered youth, a chaotic life, a hopeless love—all the misfortunes were chewed up and turned into bitter tears.

Who can truly be without any sadness at all?

What an unfortunate child...

The mother couldn't help but sigh inwardly as she looked at the snow.

"Auntie, thank you... I will try my best to become a better person. If possible, please..."

"Yeah, I won't tell Yukino. Good luck."

"Okay! When I become even better, I will definitely stand proudly in front of Auntie!"

Then let's skip it.

The boy hung up the phone, and Yukinoshita's mother felt relieved; the biggest danger had been eliminated.

She glanced at the scenery outside the car window and realized that they were almost at their destination. She didn't plan to conduct any further investigations and went straight upstairs to find Yukino!

Even though it was night, the neighborhood where the luxury apartments were located was still brightly lit.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road, next to another black sedan.

"Wait here for me to come down."

Yukinoshita's mother said to the driver/bodyguard.

"Hmm..." the driver looked around hesitantly, "but..."

"That child has probably already left, don't worry."

My mother got off the bus under the snow.

The driver knew he shouldn't get involved in these family matters, and besides, the boss's wife... well, she's quite a fighter.

Family-inherited Aikido.jpg

The mother walked towards the apartment under the snow, her mood still somewhat somber.

What is Yukino up to...?

"Excuse me, are you Yukinoshita's mother?"

The questioning voice came from behind Yukinoshita's mother.

Yukinoshita's mother turned around, a slight look of admiration flashing in her eyes, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

His black, tousled hair had a neat, slightly messy look. His bright black eyes reflected the streetlights, revealing a deep depth in his pupils. A hint of doubt appeared on his handsome face. He stood very straight, his clothes simple and clean, though not fashionable. He carried two plastic bags in his hands, as if he had just returned from a store.

His demeanor is not that of a student, but rather that of an adult who has entered the stage of striving in life.

Yukinoshita's mother had a guess: "You are..."

There's a coffee shop over there.

The other person glanced at the apartment, then at Yukinoshita's mother, a knowing look on their face, and smiled as they invited, "You must be wondering about something."

"Just call me Auntie."

Yukinoshita's mother was indeed somewhat confused and tired—saving a boy on the edge of a cliff was a great achievement for her, who was not an educator, but it was also quite exhausting.

I went to the coffee shop and ordered two coffees.

The other party somewhat carelessly placed the two bags on the table.

Yukinoshita's mother glanced at the bag subconsciously and happened to see the shopping list on it. One bag contained vegetables and a piece of pork, and the other bag contained some snacks and drinks. The contents could be seen through the transparent bag.

Fortunately.

I didn't see any fertility health products that could cause her blood pressure to spike.

Chapter 59 Auntie, am I good enough?

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Shirakage, and I'm Yukinoshita's classmate. We're colleagues in the club and friends in personal relationships."

Bai Ying clasped her hands together and placed them on the table, saying simply, "Because my previous rental apartment is facing demolition, and I don't have time to find another place to rent, staying in a hotel is also a test of my savings, so the situation is quite troublesome. Yukinoshita invited me to stay at her house for half a month, and after discussing it, I came here..."

"I never expected that Yukinoshita lived alone."

Bai Ying smiled wryly and said, "I thought she was living with her parents. I'm so sorry."

"Oh……"

Yukino's mother responded with a meaningful interjection, saying, "You agreed because you thought Yukino wasn't living alone?"

"Because we're kind of rival clubs, she founded a club that helps others, and I founded a club that helps others, so I know her to some extent."

Bai Ying pondered for a moment and said, "To be frank, in terms of laundry, cooking, and cleaning, Yukinoshita is perfectly capable, based on my observation when I entered the room earlier. However, in terms of her mental state, Yukinoshita is still far from being independent."

"Tell me."

"In today's society, psychological independence is more about having a mature understanding and handling of interpersonal relationships. Yukinoshita probably established her Service Club with the idea of ​​training herself and tempering her mentality."

"So do you think it will work?"

The white figure answered decisively, "It works."

"Oh, what do you say?"