Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

Riki Sawamura's expression was strange.

Yoshiko Sawamura moved closer, sniffing from her long pink hair to her shoulder, then circled around to the other side, like a large yellow tiger searching for food, her nose almost touching Riki Sawamura's body.

Sniff.

Riki Sawamura pushed away the face that was leaning in.

Yoshiko Sawamura did not give up. She approached again, circled her daughter halfway, and finally her eyes lit up little by little.

"It smells delicious!"

"..."

"And it doesn't smell like shampoo."

Yoshiko Sawamura seemed to have grasped some decisive evidence; her eyes gradually turned comical, and the corners of her mouth also turned up.

"Little pink-haired girl, are you wearing perfume?"

"no."

Ritsuki Sawamura answered with unusual speed.

"Mom smelled it."

"That's shower gel."

"This isn't the scent of the shower gel; Mom just used it."

"You're using a different bottle!"

"There were only two bottles in the room. The other one was opened by Mom yesterday. Mom knows everything."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

Why would an old woman who is usually clueless suddenly become so perceptive in a completely unnecessary situation?

As Yoshiko Sawamura watched her daughter's increasingly unnatural expression, her smile grew wider and wider.

"It's just a school registration process, why is the little pink-haired girl taking such a long bath and even wearing perfume?"

"I like."

"oh--"

Yoshiko Sawamura deliberately dragged out her words.

"Are you going to see a regular friend?"

Riki Sawamura's ears turned red instantly.

"certainly!"

"Do ordinary friends really need to wash themselves so thoroughly from head to toe, wash their hair twice, spend half an hour choosing clothes, and then spray on a perfume that you can't smell unless you're very close?"

"Auntie, have you been eavesdropping outside?"

"Mom wasn't eavesdropping; the bathroom wasn't soundproof."

"Then how did you know I washed my hair twice?"

"Because the sound of water stopped the first time, and then started again after a while."

"You still say you weren't eavesdropping!"

Ritsuki Sawamura's face flushed even more, the light red that had just appeared from the heat turning into a true deep red.

Yoshiko Sawamura was completely oblivious to the danger, still sniffing around her daughter with a mocking expression on her face.

"Little pink-haired girl, this doesn't look like you're going to meet a regular friend."

"When your mother used to go to see your father, she would take a shower beforehand, choose her clothes, and spray perfume. She would also deliberately spray very light perfume, pretending that she naturally smelled that good."

"You look exactly like your mother used to!"

"Shut up!"

Ritsuki Sawamura raised her hand and pressed it against Yoshiko Sawamura's face.

Yoshiko Sawamura's voice came from under her palm, and it still wouldn't stop.

"Are you shy?"

"Who's shy!"

"Your ears are all red, and you still say you don't?"

"It's because I just took a shower and it's too hot!"

"You've been out of the bathroom for so long, why are only your ears getting redder?"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The killing intent gradually solidified.

Yoshiko Sawamura, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, reached out a finger and gently poked her daughter's cheek.

"Little pink-haired girl, it's just meeting someone you met online, no need to be so nervous. If that slut dares to look down on you, Mommy will kick his legs right here and now..."

Riki Sawamura grabbed that finger.

"Auntie"

"Um?"

Do you think you're funny?

Yoshiko Sawamura sensed danger and began to back away.

"Mom is just offering some advice to young people based on her own experience."

"I don't need it!"

"Yes, the first meeting is very important. Mom can teach you how to make a man..."

"Shut up!"

Riki Sawamura screamed and lunged forward.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

The next second, another heartwarming, friendly, and tender exchange between mother and daughter unfolded in the hotel's luxury suite.

Ritsuki Sawamura grabbed Yoshiko Sawamura's shoulders, trying to push the rambling old woman into the bed. Yoshiko Sawamura was equally unwilling to back down, and she grabbed her daughter's waist to fight back.

"You dared to eavesdrop!"

"Mom wasn't eavesdropping!"

"Serves you right for talking nonsense!"

"What Mom said is true!"

"Who looks exactly like you used to be!"

"It's exactly the same, otherwise why would you wear perfume!"

"This is shower gel!"

"You just put the perfume bottle in your bag yourself, and Mom saw it!"

"Old woman, you're going to die!"

The pillows on the bed suffered another undeserved misfortune: one flew to the wall, one fell to the ground, and the other was held in Yoshiko Sawamura's arms as a shield to block the pink-haired girl's continuous attacks.

The two of them twisted from the bedside to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the carpet.

Yoshiko Sawamura's sun hat was knocked askew, her sunglasses fell to the ground, and she had precisely put the leftover chicken leg back into her lunchbox before the fight started, successfully escaping a disaster.

Never waste food!

This is the fighting spirit of a great mother!

A dozen minutes later.

The room finally returned to quiet.

Yoshiko Sawamura sat on the carpet, her sun hat askew, her hair disheveled, clutching the pillow she used as a shield, her face filled with grievance.

Riyue Sawamura stood in front of the mirror, tidying up her messy pink hair. Her clothes were fine, but it would take a few minutes to restore her newly styled look.

"It's all your fault."

"You were the one who started it."

"Shut up."

"dictatorship……"

Ritsuki Sawamura turned her head to look at her.

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately lowered her head to adjust her sun hat, pretending that she hadn't said anything.

A few minutes later, her long pink hair was finally neatly combed back to normal. Ritsuki Sawamura picked up the documents and phone she had prepared in advance and walked towards the door without looking back.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"They're here!"

Yoshiko Sawamura quickly got up from the ground, picked up her sunglasses, and grabbed the fried chicken container from the table.

"What are you still going to do with this?"

"I didn't finish eating."

"Leave it at the hotel."

"It didn't taste good after we got back."

"Then throw it away."

"Wasting food will get you struck by lightning!"

Yoshiko Sawamura hugged the lunchbox tightly, looking as if no one could take the fried chicken away from her.

Ritsuki Sawamura, too tired to argue any longer, pushed open the door and walked out.

The mother and daughter entered the elevator and then waited for a ride-hailing car at the hotel entrance.

They did not arrange for the Sawamura family's vehicle in advance.

On the one hand, the mother and daughter's trip to Tokyo was somewhat impromptu, with most of their itinerary decided on the spot after landing.

On the other hand, Yoshiko Sawamura felt that it was too troublesome to specially arrange people, arrange drivers, and confirm the time. After opening the ride-hailing app, she would select the most expensive option, press confirm, and the car would automatically arrive at the hotel entrance.

How convenient!

Wealthy people don't necessarily have to own a car fleet.

As long as you never worry about the fare, ride-hailing services can function just as well as private cars.

A few minutes later, a black minivan pulled up outside the hotel.

Riki Sawamura opened the back door and got in. Yoshiko Sawamura followed, carrying a box of fried chicken. As soon as she sat down, she remembered that the principal was still waiting, so she quickly took out her phone.

We've already set off and will be there soon.

Message sent.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Kamikawa University.

buzz-

The principal was startled by the vibration of his phone and quickly looked down to check it.

Upon seeing the words "We're almost there," his eyes, which had been somewhat glazed by the sun, regained their clarity.

We've finally set off!

This time it should really be right away!

The principal replied quickly.

Okay, be careful on the road, no need to rush.

High emotional intelligence!

Even though they were almost roasted by the sun, they still reminded the other person not to rush.

The principal was very satisfied with his reply. He turned around and asked the staff member in charge of reception to check the materials again. He also asked people to prepare drinking water and sunshade supplies so that the Sawamura mother and daughter could enter the school immediately to complete the procedures after their arrival.

The arrangements are complete; please continue to wait.

A dozen minutes later.

A car appeared at the end of the road.

The principal squinted and observed carefully.

Black commercial vehicle.

It has a low-key appearance.

There were no obvious family markings, no protection from vehicles in front or behind, and the license plate looked equally ordinary.

The principal didn't pay attention at first.

In his imagination, someone who could be personally called by Jingu Yoshiko to arrange enrollment should at least have a similar level of travel arrangements as Miyazaki Kiyoshi, even if it didn't reach the level of Jingu Aoko, who was surrounded by a large entourage.

Specialized driver.

Special vehicles.

Plan your route in advance.

Before arrival, someone will contact the school to ensure that the school gate remains clear.

Even if you want to be more understated, a car should still possess a certain quality that makes it stand out from the crowd.

This car now...

It looks like just an ordinary ride-hailing van.

The platform's unified logo is even affixed to the lower right corner of the car window.

The principal's gaze lingered for only a second before he prepared to continue observing the area behind him. As a result, the ride-hailing car that he had initially ruled out slowly slowed down and finally came to a steady stop in front of the main gate of Kamikawa University.

headmaster:"?"

The car door opened.

A long, slender leg wearing light-colored shoes stepped out of the car first, followed by long pink hair that emerged from behind the car door.

Ritsuki Sawamura stepped out of the car.

The midday sun shone on her, making her soft, fluffy pink hair seem to be enveloped in a light halo. The hair fell all the way to her waist and swayed gently in the breeze.

The girl was tall, standing at just over 1.7 meters, which is quite noticeable among Japanese women. Her light-colored clothes were simple in style, without any exaggerated markings, but they were clearly not something you could easily buy in a regular shopping mall.

Fair skin.

Her facial features are exquisite.

Her pair of clear blue eyes were unbelievably bright. When she looked up at the school's main gate, her expression still carried a hint of impatience from being late and rushing to get there.

She wasn't wearing makeup.

No makeup is needed.

That face was so exquisite that it would momentarily dazzle anyone who saw it for the first time. Coupled with the aura cultivated by the Sawamura family over the years, the person standing next to an ordinary ride-hailing car created a strong, almost eerie contrast.

It's like the most expensive collectible in a high-end jewelry store window is suddenly packed into an ordinary cardboard box and delivered to the school gate.

The principal gasped.

You can't be wrong!

It's definitely her!

Pink hair.

It came from abroad.

She is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a normal person.

At this moment, the phrase "little pink hair" that Jingu Yoshiko used on the phone finally had a concrete form.

More importantly, with this kind of appearance and temperament, it's clear that this child couldn't have been raised in an ordinary family!

This does not mean that children from poor families are necessarily unattractive.

Looks are determined by genetics.

However, one's living environment from childhood to adulthood, aesthetic cultivation, clothing habits, and natural state when facing unfamiliar situations will all leave traces on a person.

Some things can be imitated.

Some things can't be faked.

Just like Shido Kuroba.

The kid's clothes are getting more and more expensive, and he's often seen with people like Aoko Jingu and Kiyoshi Miyazaki, who are truly at the top of Tokyo. He also eats at high-end restaurants from time to time. Logically speaking, he's completely different from before.

But whenever he sees a half-price rice ball at a convenience store, Shido Kuroba's eyes will instantly become clear, and when he hears someone is treating him, his back will straighten uncontrollably.

Even if you dress him in a suit worth millions of yen, you still can't hide his loser vibe—the kind of guy who's always ready to squat on the roadside, stage an accident to extort money, and then go to the convenience store to buy soda.

You really can't fake a person's charisma!

Once a loser, always a loser!

The principal quickly adjusted his expression and strode forward to meet him.

"Excuse me, are you Ritsuki Sawamura?"

Ritsuki Sawamura looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, whose face was flushed from the sun and whose forehead was constantly sweating. After a brief hesitation, she nodded.

"it's me."

The principal's eyes lit up, and his smile immediately became even more enthusiastic.

"Welcome to Kamikawa University, Sawamura-san. I am the university's principal. I confirmed today's enrollment arrangements with Ms. Sawamura last night."

"You must be tired from the journey. The school has prepared all the necessary materials, and the teacher in charge of the exchange program is waiting. I will take you there in a bit."

Ritsuki Sawamura glanced at the principal's completely soaked collar, and then remembered that the agreed time had long passed, and a rare hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

"Sorry, there was a slight mishap this morning."

"It's okay, it's absolutely okay!"

The principal immediately waved his hand.

"Unexpected situations may arise on the way, but arriving safely is the most important thing. There is plenty of time at the school, so it won't affect the procedures."

After he finished speaking, the principal glanced into the ride-hailing car.

The car door was still open.

There seemed to be someone sitting inside.

"Ms. Yoshiko Sawamura, may I ask...?"

Before the principal could finish speaking, a head slowly peeked out from the back row of seats.

A wide-brimmed sun hat.

Sunglasses that cover most of his face.

A sun-protective jacket buttoned up tightly.

And a box of fried chicken in her arms.

Yoshiko Sawamura sat in the car, first cautiously glancing at the sun outside, then stretching out a hand to test the temperature, quickly pulling it back as soon as it touched the sunlight.

It's so hot!

If you get off the bus at this time, it feels like you'll be dried out in just a few minutes!

Yoshiko Sawamura craned her neck out a little further and waved to Ritsuki Sawamura.

"Little pink-haired girl, now that the principal is here, you can go in and complete the formalities yourself."

Riki Sawamura stopped moving.

Yoshiko Sawamura continued making arrangements with a serious expression.

"Mom suddenly remembered that there were some very important things to take care of at the hotel and she had to go back immediately."

"Call your mom after you're done, and she'll come pick you up."

headmaster:"?"

Important matter?

Aren't we supposed to complete the enrollment procedures together?

Ritsuki Sawamura slowly turned around and looked into the car with a blank expression.

"get off."

"Mom isn't going down."

"Get down."

"The paperwork is yours; even if your mother goes in, she can't help."

Yoshiko Sawamura hugged the fried chicken tightly and shrank further into her seat.

"Besides, Mom believes you are a mature adult and can handle your own affairs independently. You don't need Mom to be by your side all the time."

"Who was it yesterday who said they would definitely accompany me through the procedures to prevent me from being deceived by bad people in Tokyo?"

"Yesterday's mother hasn't seen today's sun yet."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

The driver gripped the steering wheel, peering into the rearview mirror to observe the situation in the back seat, his expression gradually becoming subtle.

He originally thought he had picked up two ordinary luxury hotel guests.

Along the way, the mother and daughter occasionally attacked each other, but both of them were quite outstanding in appearance and temperament. In particular, the pink-haired girl who had just gotten off the car looked like a young lady carefully raised by a wealthy family.

When they arrived at the school gate, one of them refused to get off the bus.

The reason is that the sun is too big.

"Auntie, I'm saying it one last time, get down."

Ritsuki Sawamura's voice grew colder and colder.

Yoshiko Sawamura keenly sensed the danger and reached out to pull the car door.

"Driver, start the car!"

driver:"?"

Riki Sawamura grabbed the car door that hadn't been closed yet.

"You dare try leaving!"

Yoshiko Sawamura: "..."

driver:"……"

Is this car still drivable?

Yoshiko Sawamura glanced at her daughter, then at the sun outside. After a brief and difficult deliberation, she ultimately decided that the sun was more terrifying.

"Liyue, there's no point in Mom going in. Let Mom go back first, and I'll order you something delicious to celebrate your successful enrollment later."

"I do not want."

"Those two portions?"

"Get down!"

Three portions, no more than that.

"Who's negotiating prices with you!"

Ritsuki Sawamura reached out and grabbed Yoshiko Sawamura's wrist, trying to pull her out of the car.

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately clung to the back of the front seat, looking like a large pet being dragged to a bath by its owner, with all four legs hooked around the door, refusing to submit even at the cost of its life.

"I'm not going!"

"Let go!"

"You'll get a tan!"

"You're wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a sun-protective shirt!"

"But Mom's hand is sticking out!"

"Then pull your sleeves down!"

"It'll get hot if you pull the sleeves down!"

"Auntie, are you getting off the bus or not?!"

"It won't go down!"

"good!"

Ritsuki Sawamura completely lost her patience and exerted force with both hands.

Yoshiko Sawamura also went into battle mode, holding onto the seat with one hand and trying to pry her daughter's fingers open with the other, while the fried chicken lunchbox in her arms remained firmly tucked in her arms, unaffected in the slightest.

"Let go of Mom!"

"Put the seat down first!"

"I won't let go!"

"Then get off the seat too!"

"That's someone else's car!"

"You still know this is someone else's car!"

The mother and daughter, one outside the car and the other inside, were locked in a fierce struggle over whether or not to get out.

Seeing that ordinary pulling was ineffective, Yoshiko Sawamura raised her arm and tried to push her daughter away with her elbow.

Riki Sawamura dodged to the side and then raised her elbow in return.

Yoshiko Sawamura shrank back, her sunglasses slipped off her face and hung on the bridge of her nose, revealing a pair of eyes full of defiance.

"That damn pink-haired girl, how dare she elbow our great mother!"

"You started it!"

"Mom was acting in self-defense!"

"This is a refusal to cooperate!"

"Mom wants to go back to the hotel!"

"Get off the bus first!"

"don't want!"

The driver sat in the front, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, but his body was slowly moving towards the door, as if he were ready to abandon the vehicle and escape alone at any moment.

The reception staff at the school gate also stopped what they were doing.

Just minutes before, when they saw Ritsuki Sawamura get out of the car, they were still marveling at the appearance, demeanor, and status of this overseas exchange student.

Now, a pink-haired girl, as delicate as a porcelain doll, is standing at the door of a ride-hailing car, trying to forcibly drag her mother, who is wearing a sun hat and holding fried chicken, down.

The elegant woman in the car clung to the back of the seat while elbowing the other woman, shouting that the sun was too strong and that her great mother would never give in.

This is quite different from what I imagined a top-tier family would experience when their children entered university...

It seems a little different.

The principal stood to the side, his warm smile gradually freezing as he silently watched the mother and daughter's offline octagonal cage incident unfold in front of him, which was taking place in a ride-hailing car.

headmaster:"……"

Has he reached the end of his life?