I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

She pressed the last key of "Norma's Memories," and Kazusa played it very smoothly without making a single mistake. She breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to lazily lie down on the piano to rest for a while when Himekoji's applause rang out from the side.

"?"

She didn't speak, but looked over warily. When she saw it was Ji Xiaolu, she put on an expression that said, "I don't welcome you," and asked, "What is it?"

“Because you seem to have been avoiding me for a week, I came to see you. Well, this is also my mother’s way of showing concern for you.” After mentioning her mother, Kazusa’s expression softened considerably. She took a couple of deep breaths, turned her head to rest her chin on her hand, and said, “That woman seems to be quite happy lately.”

"So that's why you always bring up Aunt Yoko on purpose..."

Ji Xiaolu smiled wryly. He had indeed fought with Youzi all night last Friday, but surely he couldn't have been arrested again?

In addition, because of her connection with Himekoji's mother, Yoko had left Kazusa with them a long time ago, and Kazusa didn't have much time to see Yoko in her life.

"No, I just wanted to say that as long as she's happy, that's all that matters. No matter what you do or what she does, you've found a new person for the student council now, so you don't need me anymore, right? Then why did you come all this way?"

Kazusa turned her head, her eyes revealing hostility.

You clearly love your mother very much, and Yaozi also cares about you a lot. The two of you are really awkward... Hurry up and make up.

"You want to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition, right? Just before graduation? (Ignore the timeline)"

"So what does this have to do with you? People who have talent but are unwilling to show it are the worst."

"We've been childhood sweethearts, there's no need for you to be so hostile towards me, is there?"

Himekoji continued walking towards her. Although Kazusa still had a cold expression on her face, she moved to the left to make room for her. Himekoji sat down next to her, and the two of them tacitly placed their hands on the piano keys at the same time and looked at each other.

"I'm really exasperated by you... You're such a busybody."

Kazusa shook her head helplessly.

Actually, this was at the request of Miss Yoko, who instructed Himekoji to take good care of Kazusa at school. Of course, as longtime childhood friends, their relationship was still quite strong, and Himekoji certainly wouldn't refuse such a task.

“I can tell you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and I’ve heard from others that you’re particularly withdrawn and difficult to communicate with in class. Well, these are just surface appearances, so I won’t say anything to you, but if your mental state stays too bad, it will break you,” Himekoji slowly started playing the piano on her own. Kazusa closed her eyes and continued listening to Himekoji say, “We can’t just leave you like this. Although I can’t help you much in the international competition, I can at least help you relieve some pressure. Play a song.”

"Play what?"

"Whatever you want to play, I'll play it with you."

"Okay."

As soon as Kazusa finished speaking, she began to play. Himekoji quickly followed her fingering, and the two played a remarkably smooth four-hand duet. After all, this was the result of countless rehearsals. Under their mother's coercion and encouragement, the two practiced the piano together incessantly...

The cultural festival is still a long way off. Himekoji originally wanted Hikigaya to be an executive committee member, but that kid ran away. It seems that Sagami Minami will still have to make an appearance... Himekoji thought to herself.

After playing the two pieces, Kazusa paused for a moment, withdrew her hand and looked out the window. Himekoji also took a breath and said, "Come to my house this Saturday. My mother has ordered some delicious pastries and some dishes she made herself. She plans to go to the beauty salon on Sunday, so you can come along."

So, does this mean you're inviting Kazusa to stay at your place on Saturday? It seems so... But I've always stayed at my own place before, so it's probably fine, right?

"I..."

Kazusa began to feel attracted to sweets. She knew that her weakness was sweets, and Himekoji knew the same thing. She also knew that Himekoji knew it too.

"Speaking of which, if we were to dig up all these things—being late, leaving early, sleeping in class, fighting—she would have been expelled long ago. Do you know why that person hasn't been expelled yet?"

The record of Kazusa beating up a boy who was harassing her is still lying in the student council's archives.

"Fine, I'll go, I'll go, okay?" Kazusa pursed her lips and shoved Himekoji, saying, "Besides using your authority to bully people, what else can you do?!"

“No, I don’t expect you to call me Haruto like before, but at least call me Himekoji Yuki.”

Himekoji was caught off guard and almost fell off the chair, but Kazusa kindly pulled him up, preventing him from falling.

Before leaving the music room, Himeko noticed that Kazusa's smile had broadened considerably, and he left with a sense of relief. He then sent an email to Yoko: "Yoko-nee, you'd better stay at a hotel this Saturday night. I've invited Kazusa to my house, you understand, right?"

He received a reply shortly afterward: "Okay, but it looks like I'll have to live alone." A sad emoticon was also attached at the end. Himeko wanted to laugh, but immediately deleted both emails.

Himekoji always calls Yoko "Aunt Yoko" in front of Kazusa, but he always calls Yoko "older sister" in front of her, otherwise... something terrible would happen.

Back in the student council room, Himekoji noticed that all the documents had been properly processed and put away. By the way, Mariya had also left a note that read: "The security guard let a maid on a motorcycle slip away. We are investigating which family that maid belongs to."

Investigation?! What kind of investigation is that?! That's Shinomiya Kyoya's maid from the GJ Club! How can we possibly conduct an investigation smoothly when someone from the GJ Club has infiltrated the student council room?! This guy will definitely lead everyone into a maze, just like Kogoro Mouri did!!

Chapter 013 Just kidding, how can [Kido Mariya] be so cute?

Himekoji immediately dialed Shinomiya Kyoya's number.

"Ah, President, it's me, Shinomiya Kyoya."

"Give me Ms. Mori's contact information."

"Wh-what? Who—?"

"Ms. Mori, the maid of the GJ Club's Angel Mao family, is the culprit who rode her motorcycle recklessly around the campus today. Give me her contact information, or I will disband the GJ Club for engaging in dangerous activities."

"Hey! President, no! How did you know it was her?!"

"Is the president just a figurehead?! So tell me your contact information, you bastard!"

"Um... please give me three days, can I go and get it for you?"

It sounded like Shinomiya Kyoya was about to cry.

"Alright, I'll give you three days then," Himeko said with a knowing smile. "The future of the GJ club rests on your shoulders. Good luck, good luck."

"President, you evil spirit...you evil spirit!"

"After all, it wasn't me who let the maid ride a motorcycle around campus! You're a grown man, you need to take responsibility for your actions, you bastard!"

After saying that, Ji Xiaolu hung up the phone, her mood brightening.

On the third day, Kyoya still looked gloomy, but it didn't matter, he could only see Ms. Mori (real name Moriro Bansho) at the club activities after school. Before the meeting ended, Himekoji patted Kyoya on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. Kyoya became even more depressed, as if there was a thick layer of dark energy behind him.

As a result, Himekoji received a phone call from Hiratsuka Shizuka just as she stepped out of the door.

"It's me, Ms. Hiratsuka. Is there something you need?"

"Oh, something's up. I'm a little hesitant to ask you for a favor, but it's for the students' sake, so please understand..."

"So what exactly is going on?"

Do you know any novelists?

"Well, you could say it exists, or you could say it doesn't."

"What was with that vague answer? Never mind, whether it's true or not, please go to the Service Department now."

"ha--?"

Himekoji vaguely sensed that an important supporting character was about to appear, because Hiratsuka Shizuka had actually brought up the novel to her.

"Speaking of which, Professor Hiratsuka, do you owe me a favor or do I owe you one?"

"Don't worry about such a small thing. Please, do me this favor. You'll understand when you get there. I'll treat you to dinner this Saturday."

"...I have plans for Saturday, so never mind. Just buy me a drink, and I'll head to the Service Department now."

Ji Xiaolu sighed and hung up the phone. Just as she turned to open the door to the student council room, the door opened from the inside. Before she could push the door open, Ji Xiaolu pounced on the person who was about to come out and tackled them to the ground.

"Damn it... Ouch—" Dizzy from the fall, Ji Xiaolu instinctively squeezed the bulge in her hand, immediately eliciting a soft moan. Her cheeks, flushed with embarrassment, were so adorable, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye made her look even more pitiful. Ji Xiaolu then looked closer—

Holy crap! Isn't that Kido Mariya?!

"Ughhhhhh!!"

The fall startled Himekoji so much that he nearly wet himself, but before that, Jasmine had already taken out her phone and snapped a picture.

"Record complete, Juye-sama's embarrassing dark history +1."

"Delete that thing right now!"

Both Mariya and Himekoji blushed and shouted at the same time.

"Lord Mariya, I want this ruby ​​necklace..."

"Deal! Delete that right now!"

Ji Xiaolu's heart was pounding, and she kept repeating: This guy is a man, this guy is a man, these are fake breasts, fake breasts, fake breasts! The cuteness is all an act, his real personality is extremely wicked, wicked!

"This is the first time I've ever been treated like this."

Ju, who was half-lying on the ground, shyly bent her legs.

"puff--"

Himeko suddenly felt as if something hot was about to come out of her nose.

"Shiyu, come out for a moment," Himekoji called to Kasumigaoka, who was working inside, as she stuffed a piece of paper into her nostrils. She nodded and went out, and as soon as she closed the door, she pinned Himekoji against the wall. She licked her lips as if she had spotted some delicious prey, and deliberately slid one hand across Himekoji's chest, saying in a strange tone, "Oh... so that's the kind of thing Inspiration likes. What a surprise, what a surprise."

"No, it's a misunderstanding, Shiyu! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"Really? Hehehe..." Kasumigaoka moved even closer, almost biting Himekoji's earlobe. She whispered in Himekoji's ear, "Then why did you call me out?"

"Um, I'd like to ask you to come with me somewhere."

"Love Hotel?"

"No way! That's some serious shocking stuff!"

"Oh, so that's not true after all. Disappointing."

"..."

"Just kidding, where are we going?"

She moved away, and her expression became very proper, as if the alluring older sister demeanor she had just displayed was merely a fantasy of Himekoji.

"Service Department".

After Himekoji finished speaking those three words, Kasumigaoka suddenly leaned on his shoulder again, as if she were holding something hard against his back. She murmured in an extremely cold tone, "To actually take me to a place that sounds so erotic just from the name, Inspiration-kun is really bold..."

"Wait, wait a minute, this is a legal organization! I personally approved it."

"So that's where Linggan-kun hides his harem? You're really dishonest. If I don't keep a close eye on you, you'll seduce some random women back. Shiyu, I'm warning you about the good ship."

"...So, this is what Ms. Hiratsuka asked me to do by calling just now."

"You even go after female teachers! Just how much do you like older women?!"

Although Kasumigaoka had been spouting nonsense before, this statement was absolutely true.

"Hey! Why are you suddenly saying that?!"

Himekoji became nervous.

"Because the outlines you gave me always included relationships between older women and younger men. They were either some kind of senior female student or a god who was hundreds of years old, or a pure, beautiful, and young female teacher, or even a wife who appeared out of nowhere, a female lawyer in charge of investigating cases, or a female secretary, or a head maid who was skilled in all sorts of ways."