The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Chapter 101 Going to Study (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

What Kirihara Akira said to Shimizu actually sounded more like a personal attack venting her anger.

So what does he gain by attacking someone as experienced as Shimizu?

It probably only makes me feel a little better.

That's just how people are; they like to do things for a moment's pleasure.

However, Shimizu was not angry. She was somewhat saddened, not knowing whether it was because of the second young lady or because of Kirihara Akira's sharp tongue.

In any case, those words were destined to have no effect.

People like Shimizu became part of the family system's stability mechanism. Like the civil servant Dai Ying, they were always thinking about putting the brakes on everything and wanted to solidify everything into a fixed standard, just for the sake of continuity.

Kirihara Akatsuki's current preference for stability doesn't mean she wants to drag everyone into an unchanging abyss.

He saw Mori Kiyoha again in the car.

"Long time no see," Kirihara Akira said.

"Oh, it's been a long time."

A conversation so boring it can't even be classified as a lame joke.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Kirihara Akatsuki asked, "Where are we going today?"

"Go study."

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Seeing the silent Kirihara Akira, Mori Kiyoha rolled her eyes and said, "Aren't you good at deduction? You wrote a pretty good mystery novel, so guess what I want to do."

Kirihara Akira turned her head to look at Mori Kiyoha.

"Are you going to Fashion Week? You're even wearing makeup."

Is it that obvious? Mori Kiyoha pursed her lips nervously, then said with a hint of embarrassment, "Just a little light makeup. If you think it looks bad, just say so."

"It's not bad, it's just like carving another flower on a flower."

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The "strawberry filling" resurfaced once again, and Mori Kiyoha said, "Can you always talk like that—"

"Can you always be this greasy?" Kawasaki, sitting in the driver's seat, replied. The old man spoke in his usual calm tone, but his words were cutting: "I'm not dead yet, young master. Can you please be a little more discreet?"

Kirihara Akatsuki raised her hands in surrender: "I surrender. I really don't know what you want to do."

Mori Kiyoha tossed her hair, her fingers slipping through the strands, or rather, the hair brushing against her fingers like moonlight spilling onto a lakeside, and said, "I'm going to dye my hair."

Kirihara Akira glanced at her again and said, "It doesn't look faded, you've taken good care of yourself."

Mori Kiyoha gave him a wary look and said, "How do you know so much about women's affairs?"

Kirihara Akira had a strange feeling that she was her boyfriend, caught cheating on him.

He said, "I learned it from browsing Xiaohongshu... reading magazines, like Classy and Oggi."

"Hmph," Mori Kiyoha said, "I thought high school boys your age only cared about whether the women on the covers of porn magazines had big breasts."

"Nonsense, even an old man like Kawasaki would pay attention to that," Kirihara Akira said.

"Heh, you're trying to shift the blame," Kawasaki said, starting the car and skillfully leading it onto a road.

Kirihara Akira said, "It seems this isn't the first time Kawasaki has taken you to get your hair dyed."

Mori Kiyoha said casually, "I told him before that this is the first and last legitimate beauty salon I've ever been to. If he doesn't take me there, I can't guarantee where I'll end up in the future."

"Yes, what you said back then really scared me," Kawasaki said with a sigh. "You not only threatened me to bring you here, but you also forbade me to tell anyone in my family about this."

"I think you should still go and tell Mori Akari," Mori Kiyoha said coldly.

"No, really not," Kawasaki said playfully. "Who can stop a girl from wanting to become beautiful? As long as you don't think about having surgery on yourself, I can't stop you either. Heaven help me, when Madam interrogated this old man, I almost couldn't hold back."

Mori Kiyoha said sullenly, "Hmph, thank you."

"To hear you say thank you, I can close my eyes without regrets."

"That won't do," Mori Kiyoha said. "You have to live, and live forever."

"Then the shrine maiden will have to come and take him away," Kirihara Akira said with a smile. "I only wish you a long and healthy life."

Mori Kiyoha glanced at him and said, somewhat bewildered, "A shrine maiden isn't an exorcist."

"Is that so?" Kirihara Akira shrugged; he really didn't know.

The two chatted idly for a while, and soon the car arrived at their destination.

The beauty salon is not far away and is very close to the bustling high-end business district. Perhaps to avoid the high rents inside, the shop turns several corners. Although it is only two or three hundred meters away, the number of pedestrians is worlds apart.

A little further down this street is Chinatown.

The beauty salon business also looks quite bleak.

Mori Kiyoha led Kirihara Akira toward the shop entrance.

At the shop entrance, the proprietress was idly playing chess by herself. Kirihara Akira glanced over and saw that it was Chinese chess.

Kirihara Akira leaned over for a look and said, "So it's a puzzle game."

The proprietress was startled and almost jumped up, bumping into Kirihara Akira's chin. She patted her ample bosom and said, "You scared me to death! You're... a customer?"

"Hmm, sort of," Kirihara Akira said. "But you're already doomed. In the software, you've already been declared the loser."

The proprietress looked down and, following the spot he was pointing to, realized that she had been checkmated.

She said in frustration, "Oh dear, I'm really checkmated."

"It's rare to see someone here who knows how to play Chinese chess," Kirihara Akira said.

"It was given to me by those Chinese people in Chinatown. They didn't teach me how to play, so I had to figure it out myself. You actually know how to play, are you also Chinese?" The still charming proprietress looked at him and said with a smile, "I heard that Chinese people are very good at this, there are even masters and grandmasters."

"That's true, but those who are good at chess are usually in jail..." Kirihara Akira said with a smile, "I'm not a guest, she is."

Only then did the proprietress notice Mori Kiyoha beside her: "Oh, Miss Kiyoha, you're here! It feels like it's been so long since I've seen you."

Mori Kiyoha pouted and said, "It took you so long to notice me. Looks like you didn't miss me that much."

"Oh, not at all! You're one of our biggest customers, please come in," the proprietress said solicitously. "We're only able to stay open because of your patronage!"

Mori Kiyoha rolled her eyes and followed her into the store.

The proprietress glanced at Kirihara Akira standing to one side, then at Mori Kiyoha, and said with an ambiguous expression, "This is..."

...Boy friend?"

"No." Mori Kiyoha lay down on the recliner and said, "These are the laborers I dragged here to chat with. Getting their hair done takes a long time and is boring, so this is to relieve their boredom."

"Hoho~ Really?" the proprietress said with a smile, "Then why didn't you come with someone to keep you company when you came to get your hair done?"

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