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

This mother and daughter came prepared!

They weren't simply looking to choose a class; they were looking for people!

As for who to contact...

The answer is pretty obvious, isn't it?

Aoko Jingu!

Ritsuki Sawamura was introduced by Yoshiko Jingu. The mother and daughter were searching so diligently on every list. Could there be anyone else besides Aoko Jingu?

A big shot is a big shot.

Even if everyone knows each other, they are unwilling to explain it clearly beforehand, insisting on maintaining a sense of mystery and letting the people below understand the meaning themselves.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly!

If it were any other ordinary school principal, they would probably still be completely unaware of the true purpose of the Sawamura mother and daughter.

pity……

The principal glanced down at the two lists placed beside him, and his back began to sweat again.

The more diligently the Sawamura mother and daughter searched, the more it proved that his hypothesis was correct.

This also proves just how dangerous his act of secretly removing the class list of Aoko Jingu was.

hateful!

Even though both air conditioners in the office are turned on and the temperature is even set to 20 degrees Celsius, why is it still so hot?

Is the air conditioner broken?

wrong.

The air blown out by the air conditioner is clearly very cool.

Why is there more and more sweat on my forehead?

The principal raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and the sound of him rummaging through the drawers unconsciously increased.

Splash!

Splash!

One after another.

He appeared to be diligently searching for some important document, but in reality, his eyes were constantly fixed on Sawamura and her daughter.

Hurry up and finish reading.

Hurry up and find that Aoko Jingu's name isn't on it.

Once these two people show any doubt, he can immediately take out the remaining two lists without any problems.

Absolutely perfect.

"Auntie, your head is blocking my view."

Ritsuki Sawamura turned to the next page and saw that Yoshiko Sawamura was practically hunched over the file book, so she couldn't help but frown.

"Mom is helping you look for it."

Yoshiko Sawamura didn't even look up; she simply extended a finger and slowly moved it down from the top of the list.

"With so many names, how long would it take you to see them all by yourself? It'll be faster if two people work together."

"Who asked you for help?"

"Mom, that's called caring for your daughter!"

Take your hand away.

"I won't take it."

Yoshiko Sawamura's finger had moved to the middle of the list, and she was muttering to herself.

"This person's name contains the character 'Shi' (士), but it's not followed by 'Dao' (道), it's not this..."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

Silly old lady.

Of course she knew what Yoshiko Sawamura was looking for.

However, seeing that the other person was even more serious than himself made him feel inexplicably ashamed.

Originally, she was the only one secretly searching for Kuroba Shido.

Now that Yoshiko Sawamura has joined the fray, the whole situation has instantly changed from "searching for an important friend who hasn't been seen for many years across half of the planet" to "a mother and daughter teaming up to capture that damned lolicon."

The taste is completely different now.

Ritsuki Sawamura reached out and pushed Yoshiko Sawamura's head aside, regaining control of the list.

"Go check the next one."

Why should I listen to you?

"Then don't look."

"I think so!"

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately pulled out another list from the side and angrily flipped it open.

The mother and daughter each occupied one side of the desk and continued their search.

The room fell completely silent, with only the sound of papers being turned over and the clattering of drawers that the principal deliberately made to prove that he was indeed looking for something.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The list on the desktop is getting smaller and smaller.

The relaxed expression on Ritsuki Sawamura's face gradually disappeared, and her brows furrowed little by little.

No.

still none.

The name Kuroba Shido is not commonly seen. If it appears on a list, it is impossible to miss it. However, she has already looked through all the classes at hand, and there is not even a second person named Shido, let alone Kuroba Shido.

Is that guy not here?

impossible.

Shido Kuroba had previously stated that he was studying at Kamikawa University in Tokyo.

Although this jerk rarely tells the truth and often lies with excuses like unpaid phone bills, lost game accounts, or sudden amnesia, there's no need to lie about things like school.

Moreover, Shido Kuroba had previously mentioned the evil rice ball in his class, as well as a friend who was often forgotten.

These details don't seem to have been made up on the spot.

Since Shido Kuroba didn't lie...

Ritsuki Sawamura suddenly stopped moving, slowly raised her head, and looked at Yoshiko Sawamura sitting next to her.

Could it be that this silly old lady went to the wrong school?

Yoshiko Sawamura was the one who handled the paperwork.

It was Yoshiko Sawamura who contacted Uncle Clay.

In the end, it was Kamikawa University that was chosen, and it was that same idiot old woman again.

Given Yoshiko Sawamura's intelligence, it's not entirely impossible that she would mishear Kamikawa University as Kamikawa University, or mistake a Tokyo school for a school in Osaka.

It could even be said that this perfectly reflects the consistent behavior of this foolish old woman.

Riki Sawamura's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

If it really is the wrong school...

She took a special shower, changed clothes, and sprayed perfume this morning, and rushed over from the hotel under the blazing sun. She was surrounded by so many people on campus, and in the end, she spent half a day flipping through the list here, only to find that it was all a meaningless act.

More importantly, Shido Kuroba isn't here at all!

Thinking of this possibility, a hint of anger gradually surfaced in Ritsuki Sawamura's eyes.

Yoshiko Sawamura also flipped to the end of the last list, stared at the names for a few seconds, and a question mark slowly appeared above her head.

strangeness.

Why isn't there a Shido?

Did the pink-haired girl remember the wrong school?

Just as Yoshiko Sawamura was about to ask a question, she suddenly noticed the cold gaze directed at her from the side and instinctively shrank back.

Yoshiko Sawamura: "???"

"Little pink-haired girl, why are you staring at me like that?"

Ritsuki Sawamura didn't speak, but just stared at her, the anger in her eyes growing more and more obvious.

Not good!

This is very bad!

Although Yoshiko Sawamura didn't know what had happened, her years of experience being repeatedly beaten by her pink-haired daughter had made her body react instinctively.

Whenever Ritsuki Sawamura makes this expression, it means she's about to be in trouble.

"Wait a minute, little pink-haired girl, Mommy didn't do anything today!"

Yoshiko Sawamura put down the list and slowly moved her body to the other side of the sofa, creating distance between herself and the dangerous pink-haired man in advance.

"Really, Mom has been behaving very well since she woke up this morning. She's only eaten a few hamburgers, two slices of pizza, three chicken legs, and drank some soda. She definitely hasn't touched your things!"

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

It's better not to explain.

The explanation only made me want to hit him more.

Ritsuki Sawamura slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Auntie..."

"Found it!"

The principal, who had been watching the commotion closely, felt a jolt in his heart. He dared not wait any longer and jumped up from his chair, his voice much louder than usual.

The mother and daughter turned their heads at the same time.

The principal held the two lists he had secretly taken earlier, a completely natural smile on his face.

"Sorry, there were two other class lists placed separately next to it, but I couldn't find them right away."

"These two classes are a bit special, so their materials aren't with the other classes. It took me a while to remember that."

As the principal spoke, he walked out from behind his desk, his movements so fast they seemed completely out of character for his round, chubby figure.

"Come on, you two, take another look."

Ritsuki Sawamura frowned, her gaze falling on the last two lists, and her anger, which was about to burn out completely, paused slightly.

There are two more classes?

Upon seeing this, Yoshiko Sawamura instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

They survived!

Although I don't know why, the great mother once again relied on her wisdom and luck to successfully evade the attack from the evil little pink-haired girl!

The principal handed over both lists.

One copy ended up in the hands of Ritsuki Sawamura.

The other one was snatched up by Yoshiko Sawamura.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, then simultaneously lowered their heads and opened the list in their hands.

……

The first class in the afternoon.

Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, leaving bright patches of light on the floor. The teacher, with his back to the students, was writing a series of formulas on the blackboard that would make anyone lose their will to live after just a couple of glances.

The chalk glides across the blackboard, making a soft sound.

Most of the students in the classroom were listening attentively, with a few occasionally taking notes; the overall atmosphere seemed perfectly normal.

At least the first few rows are like that.

The situation was noticeably different in the last row.

Kuroba Shido lay face down on the table, his head buried in his arms, with his conspicuous cane beside him. He was completely still, sleeping peacefully.

I stayed up until the early hours of last night, and this morning I was forced to physically turn on by Miyazaki Kiyoshi. I finally made it to school, and at noon, Yamamoto Senjin, Ito Fusei, and I ran ahead to the cafeteria for a fierce food-grabbing exercise.

The fact that you managed to stay up until now shows a lot of willpower.

However, Shido Kuroba was clearly not the only one in the last row who wasn't paying attention to the lesson.

Not far from him, Yamamoto was looking down, holding up his textbook in his left hand to shield his face, while his right hand was hidden under the table, skillfully refreshing the school forum.

Yamamoto Shinji did not watch the video or play the game.

He is doing something very important.

Looking for a girl who has a crush on him.

Some time ago, Ito Fusei told him in person at the Ga La Gei Mu specialty store that a post appeared on the school forum, which said that a mysterious girl had been secretly in love with Yamamoto Sento for 100 days, but never dared to confess, and could only secretly watch him from a corner every day.

Yamamoto's ancestors were not found at the time.

Later, my phone ran out of battery.

After returning home, other things came up, so I temporarily put this important task aside.

But he remained convinced that the post must exist!

After all, Ito Fusei is his good brother.

How could a good brother lie to him about something like this?

Even if it's truly impossible to find, it only proves that the school forum administrator was jealous of his handsome appearance and deliberately deleted the post.

That awful administrator!

How dare they try to obstruct a sincere love in this way!

mean!

Now that he had some free time, Yamamoto Kento once again began searching for the mysterious girl.

[Having a crush on Yamamoto Sento]

No results found.

Yamamoto is so handsome!

There was still no result.

I like rice balls.

The search page loads briefly, then hundreds of results pop up.

Yamamoto's eyes lit up instantly.

Got it!

He clicked on it hastily, and the title of the top-ranked post was—

Why hasn't the evil rice ball head been expelled from school yet?

Ranked second.

[On how similar Yamamoto's head is to a rice ball.]

Ranked third.

Why hasn't the cafeteria stopped selling rice balls lately? Is it because Mr. Yamamoto looks in the mirror there every day?

Ranked fourth.

[Help! I was looked at by an evil rice ball head. Will I have nightmares tonight?]

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

wrong.

These are definitely not what he's looking for.

Yamamoto exited the search page expressionlessly and re-entered the keywords.

[Handsome Rice Ball Head]

There is only one result.

He clicked on it with anticipation.

[The possibility of a handsome rice ball-shaped hairstyle existing in the world, and why Yamamoto Shinjin is not among them.]

Mr. Yamamoto: "..."

Damn it!

Are these people on the school forum sick?

Yamamoto was so angry his eyes were almost red. He was just about to register a new account to argue with the poster when a trending update suddenly popped up at the top of the forum.

[A mysterious pink-haired, mixed-race new student was personally greeted by the principal; he is suspected of being an upcoming transfer student!]

Pink hair?

Mixed race?

newborn?

Yamamoto raised an eyebrow, initially not intending to pay attention, but the popularity displayed next to the title had already surged to third place in the entire school, and the numbers below were still rising.

Click in and take a look.

Perhaps this new girl is the mysterious girl who has secretly loved him for a hundred days but has never dared to confess.

What a coincidence!

A post about someone having a crush on him had just appeared on the school forum, and then a super beautiful girl followed.

It is clear.

The other party came specifically for him!

Yamamoto's lips gradually curled up, and his expression became more confident. He lightly tapped his finger and entered the post.

The top photo is taken from a great distance.

A girl with long pink hair walked behind the principal, accompanied by a beautiful woman wearing a sun hat and sunglasses. Due to the camera angle, her face was not clearly visible.

Yamamoto frowned and continued scrolling down.

The second picture is a side profile.

The third photo is taken at a closer distance, capturing the moment when Riki Sawamura looked up and gazed ahead.

Yamamoto's fingers stopped.

Ok?

This pink-haired girl...

Why does it look a little familiar?

I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

Yamamoto stared at the photo for a long time, his brain working at a rapid pace.

School?

wrong.

If such a conspicuous person had appeared in the school before, he couldn't possibly have no recollection of them.

On the street?

Not right either.

You encounter so many people on the streets of Tokyo every day that it's impossible for an ordinary passerby to leave such a clear sense of familiarity.

Pink hair.

It's unbelievably beautiful.

A very elegant woman was also with her...

The scene that Yamamoto had encountered at the wood specialty store in a corner of Akihabara a while ago gradually surfaced in his mind.

A large crowd had gathered outside the store.

A pink-haired girl was clinging to a telephone pole, crying incessantly, while an elegant woman next to her tried desperately to stop her, creating a chaotic scene.

At the time, Yamamoto was in a hurry to pick up his prison brother and didn't squeeze to the very back. He only caught a glimpse of him from afar before leaving, so his impression wasn't particularly clear.

But this combination...

The more I look at it, the more it resembles it?

Yamamoto's brow furrowed deeper and deeper until he finally turned around and nudged Ito Fusei, who was also not paying attention in class, with his elbow.

"Ito."

Ito Fusei did not respond.

"Ito?"

There was still no response.

Yamamoto looked at the empty seat next to him with a puzzled expression.

strangeness.

Was someone just here?

He racked his brains for two seconds and finally remembered that he had a good brother named Ito Fusei.

"The Forgotten Ghost!"

Ito Fusei, who was secretly watching Ga La introduce the new work to Mu Xin Zuo under the table, shuddered, finally raised his head, and looked over with an impatient expression.

"what?"

"Look at this person."

Yamamoto handed over the phone, lowering his voice.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?"

Ito Fusei was initially a little impatient, and casually glanced at the phone screen.

next second...

Ito Fusei's expression froze.

In the photo, Ritsu Sawamura stands on a tree-lined path at Kamikawa University, her long pink hair standing out in the sunlight. Her profile gradually overlaps with the girl who was seen hugging a utility pole outside the corner store a while ago, crying and calling Shido's name.

Ito Bosei: "???"