I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 62 Scumbags deserve their retribution (Seeking monthly votes~)

"Miss."

"Ah."

The female driver glanced tentatively at the rearview mirror. The girl who sat in the back seat seemed no different from usual, as indifferent and calm as ever. However, the female driver could still see some clues based on her understanding of the girl.

"Miss, are you in a bad mood?"

"How did you get it?"

Asagiri Rin looked ahead and asked coldly.

The woman, skilled enough to have earned the approval of the prestigious Asagiri family, immediately averted her gaze, feeling the pressure. Although to outsiders the lady and the young lady seemed to have vastly different personalities, they actually shared some similarities.

"No, I'm just worried about Miss."

"There's nothing to worry about. By the way, Morita, did you see those two people at the door?"

As Morita slowly started the car, his gaze focused on the area. There were quite a few people at the school gate, but he could instantly spot a man and a woman.

A handsome boy with a tall and slender figure deserves to be the center of attention.

The girl beside him was pretty, lively, and youthful, making her quite eye-catching.

Leaving aside the girl, Morita did remember the boy.

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

"Drive, run them over."

"what?"

Morita paused, looking incredulously into the rearview mirror. He saw that the young lady's usually indifferent face now showed obvious impatience.

"What, you don't dare?"

"No, miss, this isn't appropriate."

It's rare to see this girl harbor such resentment towards anyone. In the past, when she encountered some unreasonable people, she was too lazy to deal with them personally and would always let her subordinates handle it in the shadows.

For example, there are those who inexplicably strike up conversations and then relentlessly pursue others. If Rin Asagiri mentions it, someone will immediately show that person the Asagiri family's methods. Taking a half-year break from school is considered a testament to Rin Asagiri's beauty and kindness. Anyway, Japan has tens of thousands of unclaimed corpses every year.

One more won't make a difference, and one less won't make a difference either.

But isn't hitting someone directly like that a bit too violent?

"Then let's go with them."

"It's cold," Asagiri Rin said.

"Aren't you going home?"

Morita asked.

"Does that family not want to eat without me? Either you crash into them, or you follow them."

"Yes, ma'am."

Morita naturally had no choice but to follow, serving as the Asagiri family's appointed driver, assistant, and bodyguard for the girl. Morita Kaoru didn't have such an impressive resume; she knew that what this family valued in her was a different kind of ability, a past she didn't want to mention.

However, she herself hadn't expected to be trained by the Asagiri family. According to the family, many things about a person can be cultivated, but some precious experiences cannot be replicated. That's a kind of talent.

I didn't spend too much time with this girl, but I managed to get to know her personality quite well.

She knew that the lady wouldn't want the girl to be engrossed in childish pretend games. However, she also felt a little reluctant; some things, if not experienced at this age, would never be had again.

When the lady asks, just say you don't know, hoping she won't blame you too much.

Morita Kaoru followed silently in her car, maintaining a considerable distance to avoid being noticed. Although Asagiri Rin hadn't made any requests in this regard, Morita Kaoru still acted out of professional habit.

He glanced at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye.

Then I saw that Asagiri Rin's eyes were also fixed in that direction, her eyes almost pressed against the car window.

Didn't anyone tell her that this really resembled the behavior of a psychopath who hates all couples?
……

"You don't mean to eat here, do you?"

When Kazama Sakura, who had said she wanted to have dinner together, appeared in front of a familiar hot pot restaurant with Tsukino Gen, Tsukino Gen gasped.

look familiar.

It really looks familiar.

Isn't this Hinata Kokomi's hot pot restaurant? The problem isn't what Hinata Kokomi is like, but the fact that I brought Kiyono Mizuki here not long ago. Why would she choose this place?

Kazama Sakura smiled at the boy, her innocent eyes blinking brightly.

Is there a problem here?

This harmless expression was far more convincing than his own act, making Tsukino Gen seriously suspect that this girl might have some other identity behind her, such as a private detective, who had thoroughly investigated everything about him and deliberately brought him here today to embarrass him.

Gen Tsukino didn't really want to go in.

He thought for a moment and said, "It seems like they sell the kind of hot pot that's popular in the summer, it's very spicy."

"Weren't you afraid of even hellfire spicy food? Now you're afraid of this?"

"I think this is a bit too cheap. You're moving now, so why don't you just make do with whatever you have?"

Gen Tsukino is still working hard.

But it was precisely because of this effort that Kazama Sakura's eyes became suspicious. "I've seen the price online, it's alright. Is there another reason why you don't want to go?"

"Of course I wanted to go, I was just thinking of you." "Really? That's suspicious."

"Suspicious? That's because you don't trust me enough. I'm so sad, I want to go home and cry my eyes out. See you tomorrow."

"Eh!"

Kazama Sakura grabbed the boy's arm.

Instantly, Tsukino Gen felt the warmth and elasticity of her arm. It was well-developed; the fullness and softness of her flesh surpassed all the body pillows on the market. Tsukino Gen glanced at the deep indentation of her arm, then at the girl whose face was gradually turning red.

"If you try harder, I might change my mind."

Noticing the ambiguous posture, the girl blushed slightly, let go of his hand, and looked at Tsukino Gen with a reproachful expression.

"Can we try harder in less crowded areas? We can't do it now."

Gen Tsukino: ? ? ?

Sakura, are you serious?
"I was just joking."

"Hmph, stop fooling around, there won't be any seats left soon. Let's go."

She still pulled Tsukino Gen into the hot pot restaurant. Tsukino Gen naturally couldn't really spoil the mood by suggesting they go somewhere else when they were already at the door. After all, she had felt her intentions—no, her feelings—and one shouldn't be too heartless.

All I can do is silently pray in my heart that Hinata Kokomi, you'd better take a day off today and get sick with a fever of 39 degrees Celsius. I know it's difficult, but it's an order.

However, the saying that prayer is merely a sign of the powerlessness of the weak is becoming increasingly valuable.

Almost the instant Tsukino Gen and Kazama Sakura entered the store, a familiar figure immediately approached.

"Two of you are having a meal. Oh? Xiaoxuan, you're here again? This time it's you two... Oh?!"

The two "eh" sounds represent a leap across musical levels.

The first tone carries a hint of surprise, while the second tone directly expresses astonishment and bewilderment.

"Xiao Xuan? Do you know her?"

Kazama Sakura looked at the young woman in front of her with a strange expression and asked.

Gento Tsukino was starting to feel a little numb. "Yeah, I used to work here. She was my mentor."

Hinata Kokomi's gaze swept back and forth between Tsukino Gen and Kazama Sakura's faces. Soon, as if she understood something, her gaze towards Tsukino Gen became clearly different.

Her narrowed eyes seemed to be scrutinizing and questioning the scumbag.

While keeping a close eye on Tsukino Gen, who was looking up at the sky, she replied, "That's right, I'm Hinata Kokomi, the manager here. You two are right, I'll take you to your seats first."

Sakura Kazama, who had been led to her seat, looked up at the young female manager and said, "Well, what a coincidence that I chose this place."

"How could it not be a coincidence? It's such a coincidence that we ended up at Grandma's house!" Before I could even relax, I heard Kazama Sakura ask.

"By the way, Sister Xinmei just said, has he eaten here recently?"

Hyuga Kokomi's smile seemed a little stiff. "Yeah, I ate here not long ago too. It seems Gen really likes hot pot. How come I didn't know you loved it so much?"

Tsukino Gen almost couldn't meet Hinata Kokomi's eyes; it was just too obvious. What? Has the court already handed down its verdict? Am I already a scumbag? Can't you put aside your first impressions?! I'm so angry I'm trembling with cold.

"You should love what you do, and it's only right to support Sister Xinmei."

"You're really good at supporting me."

Hinata Kokomi was gritting her teeth. She wished that he would promote a different girl each time, and that each one would be beautiful and have a different temperament.

Kazama Sakura immediately looked at Tsukino Gen, "You couldn't have come to eat hot pot alone, could you? Who were you with last time?"

Hyuga Kokomi desperately wanted to expose this scumbag, but she couldn't. After all, she was his senior, and he was genuinely popular with girls. She couldn't bring herself to betray Tsukino Gen; she could only silently watch him.

The boy simply ignored Hinata Kokomi's gaze and calmly said, "Just a friend. What, are you starting to check up on me like a time policeman?"

Friends? You only make friends with pretty people, huh? Bah, despicable! Hinata Kokomi felt like an accomplice to a tyrant.

"Who checked up on you? Humph, fine, don't tell me then."

Sister, just ask! How could you give up so easily?

Kazama Sakura hadn't thought too much about it. With the recent pressure from her family gone, she was in a good mood. Besides, she wasn't one to take things too seriously. She quickly started ordering properly.

"That's all. Thank you, Kokoro-neechan."

After Kazama Sakura placed the order, she handed it to Hinata Kokomi with a sweet expression and a melodious voice.

But this only made Hinata Kokomi feel even more heartbroken. How did every innocent and beautiful girl become so guarded, even to the point of manipulating people's hearts? It's all because of this kind of scumbag!

She put away the menu and turned to prepare the food, but as soon as she turned around, she stood there in surprise.

"What a beautiful person."

She saw a tall figure enter the hot pot restaurant.

She has long, black hair, and both the quality and volume of it are enviable.

This face was absolutely stunning. The exquisite features and the haughty, aristocratic air she exuded made Hinata Kokomi's eyes widen. She was certain that her shop had never had a customer of this caliber before.

When the girl walked over, Hinata Kokomi momentarily forgot about the necessary questioning process.

Until she saw the girl ignore her and then plop down next to Tsukino Gen, opposite Kazama Sakura.

Then she saw Kazama Sakura's wide eyes and the rare look of surprise on Tsukino Gen's face.
Hinata Kokomi's adrenaline began to surge.

Gen Tsukino, this is karma for being a scumbag!
……

(End of this chapter)