Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I……"

Hiratsuka Makoto lowered his voice, his gaze shifting from Tomie's face to the side, subconsciously glancing to the side.

Then, he saw Amamiya Rin and Amano Qing chatting happily.

The two stood at a comfortable distance, neither too close nor too far. Amamiya Rin lowered his head slightly, the sunlight outlining his handsome features. Amano Qing stood opposite him, her hands clasped in front of her, a faint blush on her face, her eyes curving into crescents.

The ex-girlfriend he abandoned for Kawakami Tomie, and her current boyfriend whom Kawakami Tomie deeply loves, are having a very pleasant conversation.

Makoto Hiratsuka's expression changed.

Amano Qing's smile stung him.

If it weren't for Amano Qing, but for Kawakami Tomie, he would have broken up with Amano Qing long ago. Who she chatted with was none of his business. But, but—!

What right does that man have?

He already has Ms. Tomie, so why can he still chat and laugh with other women as if nothing is wrong?

Why is it that he doesn't have to do anything to have Ms. Tomie hold his arm and have Amano Qing give him that open and honest smile?

And I, having poured my heart out and offered everything I could think of to Ms. Tomie, only to receive the response, "I would be happier if you went away."

Hiratsuka Makoto's breathing became heavy, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were bloodshot and he was staring intently at Amamiya Rin's profile, his lips twitching uncontrollably into a twisted arc.

Jealousy, like a venomous snake, crawled out from the darkest corner of his heart, coiling around it tighter and tighter.

Tomie Kawakami yawned.

She turned her head and glanced at Yu Gonglin.

The languid sleepiness in those beautiful eyes had faded somewhat, replaced by a profound and meaningful quality.

(Ah Lin, do you really want to let other men harass your woman like this?)

She didn't speak, but her eyes said it all.

Amamiya Rin felt that gaze, turned around, and met Tomie's eyes for a moment.

(OK, it's time to take care of this guy.)

Tomie Kawakami's lips curled slightly, and the corners of her eyes curved into a cunning arc, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

Amamiya Rin withdrew his gaze and turned to Hiratsuka Makoto.

Hiratsuka Makoto was still staring at Amano Qing, his face contorted in a grimace.

"Hiratsuka-kun".

He spoke, his voice calm, like a soft sigh under the shade of a tree in the afternoon.

Makoto Hiratsuka's body stiffened abruptly.

The sound entered his ears like a drop of cool water falling into a scalding oil pan, causing no ripples, yet leaving his consciousness momentarily blank.

All the anger, all the jealousy, all the resentment and twisted emotions vanished the instant that voice rang out, as if gently swept away by a breeze.

We appreciate your kindness.

Amamiya Rin's voice was unhurried, carrying an irresistible composure.

"However, please don't bother Tomie anymore. Please go back first and be careful on the road."

The polite tone, if one doesn't pay attention to the content, might make it seem like they're discussing where to eat after visiting the circus.

Makoto Hiratsuka's eyes glazed over for a moment before regaining their clarity.

His expression calmed down, as if those twisted and ferocious emotions from before had never existed.

"I see... alright then."

He took a few tickets out of his pocket and handed them over, his tone as natural as if he had always intended to do so.

"These are front-row tickets, great seats. Amamiya-kun, you and Tomie-san absolutely have to go!"

"Yes."

Amamiya Rin took the ticket and nodded.

"Well... I'll be going now. You guys keep going."

Hiratsuka Makoto bowed slightly to Amamiya Rin and Kawakami Tomie, then turned and walked calmly toward the parking lot, without any hesitation.

I got in the car, started the engine, and drove into the afternoon traffic. Before long, I disappeared at the intersection in the distance.

"Hiratsuka-kun...is he alright?"

Amano Qing was stunned, staring blankly at Hiratsuka Makoto's retreating figure.

Wait! What's going on? Hiratsuka Makoto left so easily? Did he abandon Kawakami Tomie?

"He's probably come to terms with it, hasn't he?"

Amamiya Rin smiled slightly.

"Have you come to terms with it?"

Amano Qing hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Such a person has not so much come to terms with having seen things clearly, but rather has been brainwashed.

Before Amano Qing could recover from the confusion caused by Hiratsuka Makoto's sudden change, a small hand suddenly reached out from her side.

"This ticket is mine!"

Her fingers were fair and slender, her nails were neatly trimmed, and painted with light pink nail polish.

He pinched a ticket between two fingers and pulled it away naturally, as if he were taking a drink from his own refrigerator.

Amano Qing snapped out of her daze and subconsciously looked down.

A girl stood beside Amamiya Rin, holding up the ticket.

She was about ten years old, and only reached Amamiya Rin's waist in height. She wore a plain white cotton dress, the hem of which just reached her knees, revealing a section of her slender calves. Her long black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and her neat bangs made her small face look even more delicate.

Her facial features bear a six or seven-point resemblance to Tomie Kawakami, sharing the same alluring charm, but with an added touch of undisguised wickedness.

Her lips curled slightly upwards, a half-smile playing on her lips, like a kitten that had just stolen a fish.

"Tsk! Showing up uninvited isn't a good habit."

Tomie Kawakami frowned, clicking her tongue as if she had seen something dirty.

"Don't be so possessive of things that aren't yours."

The girl glanced at Tomie and gave her a mocking smile.

"You imposter!"

Tomie Kawakami's eyelids twitched, her lips gradually twisted into a crooked smile, and undisguised disgust surged in her beautiful eyes.

"This child is..."

Amano Qing was slightly taken aback, her gaze shifting back and forth between Kawakami Tomie and the girl's faces.

That face, so similar to Tomie Kawakami's, gave her a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

"She's Tomie's younger sister."

Amamiya Rin said without changing his expression.

Tomie Azawa, Yuuma Azawa's younger sister, Chizumi Azawa after being assimilated by Tomie Kawakami's cells, a few days ago... what day was it again? I forgot, it was too long ago, but I remember writing it in my notebook, the government released Yuuma Azawa and Tomie Azawa.

However, as the scale of [Tomie Network] continued to expand, it became difficult for him to keep track of the thoughts of hundreds or thousands of Tomies at the same time.

"So she's Miss Tomie's younger sister..."

Amano Qing snapped out of her daze, a gentle smile appearing on her face. She bent down slightly, her gaze level with Azawa Tomie's.

"Hello, my name is Amano Qing, I'm your sister's... you could say we're friends."

"elder sister?"

Azawa Tomie tilted her head, glanced at Kawakami Tomie next to her who had a look of disgust on her face, and curled her lips into a wicked smile.

"She's not my sister at all, she's just an imposter."

"You brat...you've ruined my good mood!"

Tomie Kawakami's brows furrowed even deeper, and her fingers cracked as she clenched them.

The only way to deal with these brats is to use force.