The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Previously, Kirihara Akira still clung to her old way of thinking, still seeing herself as Song Xinyuan, who was hiding something behind the scenes and tried her best to avoid being noticed.

But in reality, his current identity is Kirihara Akira, not the disguised identity he used to have.

He truly became Kirihara Akira.

The current Kirihara Akira is the young master of the Mori family, and also a pitiful person who has lost both parents.

Even if we let Shiori Kisaragi investigate, she might not be able to dig any further when she finds out about the Mori family's connection. Even if she does follow that connection, all she'll find out is the tragedy that befell the Kirihara family.

Further down the story, she will connect her parents' deaths with the underworld, thus giving Kirihara Akira's actions a semblance of legitimacy.

It's only natural for someone who has been persecuted by the underworld to the point of losing their family to develop a deep hatred for them and begin to investigate them.

Even if she were discovered, she would at most offer some words of advice, and Kirihara Akira would not suffer any loss.

The only risk is that Kisaragi Shiori might be involved with the yakuza, but that possibility is unlikely.

Kirihara Akira was quite arrogant about his own judgment.

Therefore, Kirihara Akira decided to gradually approach Kisaragi Shiori, and if it was a good fit, they would start a collaboration.

As it turned out, his judgment was indeed correct, and the following days were peaceful and undisturbed.

While waiting for Shiori Kisaragi's reply, she occasionally discussed the principles in the book with the eldest young lady, and went for a night run with the second young lady.

The peaceful days continued until the third day, when Shiori Kisaragi still hadn't explicitly agreed to cooperate with him, but a small incident occurred.

While he was leisurely spending his days at school, he discovered that someone was secretly spying on him.

They were a group of upperclassmen male students, about five in total. Two of them were strong and looked like they were from the sports club. They often hung around Kirihara Akira.

For example, right now, one of them had just rang the school bell when he cast a subtle glance at me from outside the classroom door.

Kirihara Akira whispered to Li Changqing beside her, "Who's that by the door? Do you recognize him?"

"Isn't that Hamamura?" Li Changqing, a veritable intelligence expert, recognized him at a glance. He frowned and said, "He's from the basketball club, a fringe player, never played a game, a delinquent, and supposedly has ties with some gangsters outside of school. How come he..."

"Oh," Kirihara Akira responded.

"What's wrong? Did you get into trouble with him?" Li Changqing asked.

No, don't overthink it.

"Okay," Li Changqing said. "How about we go to the arcade today?"

"No, I have something to do today." Kirihara Akira stood up, patted Li Changqing on the shoulder, and said, "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."

After saying that, he went out and left, leaving Li Changqing with a furrowed brow.

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These guys have been following me for two days now, like a few pieces of chewing gum, making me feel uneasy. I might as well deal with them today.

How do we resolve this? Should we just let ourselves get beaten up like before?

No, that won't work.

The reason I chose to take the beating before was because it was at the Mori family's house, where someone would cover for me. This won't work here; these youngsters don't know their own strength, and if I don't fight back, things will really get out of hand.

Furthermore, these young people will never be convinced unless they are beaten. Whether they run away or report it to the school, it will be useless.

Let's just turn it into a fight between evenly matched opponents.

This thought persisted until he went downstairs, strolled into the school area, and then it vanished completely.

The leader of these guys was carrying a knife.

Bringing a knife changes the whole situation.

Kirihara Akira squeezed her schoolbag; inside were not textbooks, but a complete set of spare clothes.

In critical moments, he could change into this outfit, which made killing and robbery easier and more convenient. He always kept it on hand, since his enemies were the underworld, and his public identity always had its inconveniences... Then Kirihara Akira realized that he had overreacted.

Even if the other party has a knife, whether they know how to use it or dare to use it is another matter entirely.

He strolled out of the school. The hardest part of dealing with their tracking was pretending not to notice them.

Kirihara Akira kept loitering around in crowded areas, until they finally couldn't hold back any longer and went over to start messing with him.

"Kirigara Akatsuki, right?" Hamamura said.

To be clear, Kirihara Akira is not short, but his opponent is taller, around 1.9 meters, and looks down at him with great pressure.

"What's wrong?" Kirihara Akira asked.

"Don't you know what you've done?" Hamamura sneered twice, grabbed Kirihara Akira by the collar, and said, "Come with us."

As he spoke, he was surrounded by a group of people and taken hostage to an open space behind a coffee shop.

He was surrounded by five people at the stairwell.

Hamada asked, "We've arrived, and you still can't remember what you did?"

"Tell me about it," Kirihara Akatsuki said.

Hamada suddenly grinned maliciously, "We'll use our fists to remind you, beat you until you admit your mistakes, and that's not all. You've done too many wrong things. We'll all come at you together from the start..."

If you believe in one thing, you'll have fewer...

"Pooh."

Before Hamada could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden spit. Kirihara Akira said calmly, "Stop talking nonsense, are you going to fight or not?"

Hamamura paused briefly, then his face contorted in a grimace as he reached for his waist to draw his knife.

Kirihara Akira's expression remained unchanged as he quickly made a judgment in his mind.

He is irritable, easily angered, and impulsive, with all the bad habits that come from being used to being domineering. He doesn't care about his lower body when provoked, and every time he moves, he is full of openings.

The next moment, Kirihara Akatsuki moved.

He raised his foot like a whip, fierce and swift, striking Hamada's shin. The violent impact was mixed with the cracking sound of bones slightly dislocating. Hamada felt the pain and instinctively bent his knee, which was exactly what Kirihara Akira was about to launch.

Hamamura bent his knee, and Kirihara Akira's whip kick was blocked. Instead, he landed smoothly, firmly stepping on Hamamura's instep, and then squatted down to attack the side of his knee with his kneecap.

click!

A sickeningly loud thud rang out, and Hamamura screamed in agony as he completely lost his balance and fell forward.

The painful scream had just begun when it was abruptly cut short with a thud—Kihara Akira, as if embracing a child, pulled his head toward her shoulder, then shifted it, slamming the head against the stairs behind her.

Blood spurted from his nose, a chilling sight, and the burly Hamamura collapsed, unconscious.

Before he fell, Kirihara Akira drew the sword from his waist.

It was a dagger so blunt it could be used as a brick.

Kirihara Akira was so calm that he didn't seem like he had just taken someone down, nor did he seem like he was surrounded. He waved the dagger in his hand at the dumbfounded students around him and said, "Daggers are good things. They are simple in structure, lightweight and portable, and there is no learning curve. They can also give people an unparalleled sense of security. They are indeed an essential weapon for home use."

"However," Kirihara Akira suddenly changed the subject, his tone turning icy, "do you know why even many of the underworld brothers don't just wander around with a knife around all the time?"

Because that's tantamount to telling some ruthless people that if they clash with you, one of you will die!

The murderous intent rampaging through the word "death" caused the remaining four to retreat simultaneously.

Some people swallowed their saliva with a bitter taste in their mouths.

Why did Hamamura carry a knife? To scare people, of course. They were just a bunch of thugs who ran rampant in the school; they didn't have knives to stab people.

What kind of awareness is there that you'll be killed if you don't kill someone?

As the group looked at each other, unsure whether to leave or stay, a clear, sharp voice rang out from outside: "What are you doing?!"

"..."

Hearing the tone so clearly that it sounded like a police officer, the crowd felt as if they had been granted a reprieve: "Officer... ma'am, there's been a murder here!"

When they turned around and looked again, the knife in Kirihara Akira's hand had disappeared as if by magic, and he appeared to be incredibly innocent.

As for Kirihara Akira, upon seeing who had entered, he broke into a wide smile and greeted, "Kisaragi-sensei."