My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

She originally came here to work just to find an excuse for sometimes coming home late.

After her parents died, she stayed with relatives.

Her relatives weren't particularly kind to her, but they weren't bad either; at least they didn't mistreat her.

Of course, she also couldn't feel the warmth of family affection; the relationship between the two was like that of a landlord and a tenant, clearly distinct.

However, if she came home late every day without any reason, her relatives would eventually find out something was wrong, which is why she came here to work and cover it up.

Time passed slowly, and it was time to leave work.

After finishing get off work, Kouta didn't go straight home; he hadn't forgotten his promise to Asuka that morning.

After asking several passersby, Kouta finally found the cake shop called "Jean Moulin".

However, looking at the store's decor, Kouta was a little unsure, because the store had such a grand atmosphere, exuding an air of luxury and opulence at all times.

"Is this really a cake shop?" Kouta walked through the modern European-style gate with a sense of skepticism.

The shop is spacious with soft carpets on the floor. Unlike other shops that display their pastries in glass cases, this shop uses large crystal petal-shaped containers to hold various kinds of pastries, turning the clear crystals into colorful flowers.

Kouta found the red velvet cake he had eaten that morning on a crystal petal.

Then, he fell silent.

Because the price tag says: 30000 yen.

"So, that means I ate 15000 yen this morning?!"

15000 yen is not a small amount. You should know that in Tokyo, the most prosperous city in Japan, a well-off white-collar worker's monthly salary is only 24 yen, and after deducting taxes, it is only about 20 yen.

In Aomori City, Kouta's father worked from dawn till dusk for a whole month, and his salary was only 15 yen.

Kouta works hard at the shop for a month, but he can only earn 4 yen.

It's no wonder that Kouta was a little surprised by the price of such a small piece of cake.

at this time,

Kouta suddenly remembered something and paced back and forth in the shop.

"This honey cake was a gift from Hui a few days ago; it cost 33000 yen."

"This fragrant and soft yokan (sweet bean jelly) dessert was a gift from Huigeng a few days ago; it cost 49000 yen."

"This Pocket Caramel Chiffon Cake was a gift from Hui Genggeng a while ago; it cost 23000 yen."

'And this cheesecake, Hui gave it to me last week, it cost 40000 yen.'

"This Tsukushi grass mochi was a gift from Keiya; it cost 27000 yen."

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Kouta was surprised to discover that Kei had given many of the ridiculously priced pastries in the shop to Asuka.

Kōta knew that Hui was rich for a long time, but he didn't expect her to be this rich. She sent her tens of thousands of dollars worth of pastries every day, and not just a small piece, but enough to fill her up.

It was only then that Kouta realized the extravagant life Asuka lived every day, eating pastries worth tens of thousands of yen every day as if they were her only meal, until she was full.

"No wonder, Asuka seems to have gained weight recently."

Kouta murmured, but in his heart, the image of Satoshi appeared, and endless tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

A polite voice startled Kouta awake.

A female server in the store was asking Kouta a question.

It turns out that Kouta had been pacing back and forth in the store, looking left and right, attracting a lot of attention.

The waitress thought Kouta was looking for something, so she went up to ask him.

"Ah...oh, I'm looking for red velvet cake."

"Sir, this way please." The waitress led Kouta to the red velvet cake station.

Kouta naturally knew where the red velvet cake was; his reaction just now was merely a desperate one.

At that moment, Kouta stared at the price tag of 30,000 yen, gritted his teeth, and thought, 'Fine, I already promised Asuka. But the bigger possibility is simply impossible.'

"Give me half of this."

"Okay, sir," the waitress replied with a smile.

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Time passed slowly.

In the past few days, the true energy that Hui had painstakingly refined within Gengtai's abdomen has been continuously transforming Gengtai's body.

Kouta's body was also quietly changing.

The most outward manifestation is that Kōta has become fairer and more energetic. If the Kōta of the past was approachable, the Kōta of now gives people a feeling of sharpness and ambition.

This is because the body's vital energy is too abundant, which in turn replenishes the spirit, and Geng Tai still cannot control it.

Take Hui for example. His innate essence, energy, and spirit are perfectly complete, yet he can maintain perfect breath control, just like an ordinary person.

this day.

Golden Sunday (Friday)

The weather was bright and sunny.

Because tomorrow is a holiday, everyone in the class is quite excited today.

The class was having a history lesson. The history teacher was an old man with glasses. He taught in a very proper manner, but everyone except Hui was listening attentively, since there was an exam coming up.

But at this moment,

"Squeak~~"

The classroom door for Class 1D was suddenly opened.

The head teacher walked in with a serious expression and asked, "Is Fujiki Kouta here?"

Kouta's heart skipped a beat; he probably knew why.

He had just seen several people in police uniforms enter the school building from the window.

However, Kouta realized that Yamamura Jeff's body had already been destroyed, and the murder weapon had also been disposed of.

In the past few days, he secretly went to the site again to take a look, and there were no traces of the previous place left.

Everything was perfect.

Kouta stood up and replied, "Teacher."

The head teacher glanced at Kouta and said, "Come with me."

"Yes."

"Kenta!" Hui asked with concern from the side.

"Hui, it's okay, I'll be right back."

After saying that, Kouta walked out.

However, once the classroom door closed...

The people in the classroom started talking about it.

"What does the head of student affairs want with Fujiki-kun?"

"do not know."

"Hey, do you guys think Fujiki might have gotten into some trouble?"

"That's impossible. Fujiki-kun doesn't seem like that kind of person."

"Who knows? You can know a person's face but not their heart. Who knows what they're like behind their back? Especially, I've heard that people who are always silent and don't talk much are often twisted and perverted!"

One girl couldn't stand this person's despicable behavior and directly exposed him, saying, "You're the twisted and perverted one, aren't you? Aren't you just jealous that Fujiki-kun got together with my classmate, Gasai?"

Upon hearing this, the man became agitated: "Who, who's jealous! I'm not jealous at all. Humph, I don't stoop to a woman's level."

"Ha, men!" the girl retorted without any politeness.

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Chapter 274 Date

Dean of Students Takumi Tao led Kouta to his private office.

Inside the room, two people had been waiting for some time. One of them looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a police uniform, and appeared somewhat immature.

The other was a middle-aged man in his forties, with wrinkles on his face etched with the marks of time. He wasn't wearing a uniform, but rather a rumpled gray suit, unbuttoned, leaving the suit open to reveal his shirt and the metal belt buckle at his waist.

He had a light stubble on his face and some black on his fingertips, probably from years of smoking. But unlike the naivety of young policemen, his eyes were deep and penetrating, making people afraid to look directly at him, because looking into those eyes felt like everything about you would be seen through.

The moment Kouta saw the middle-aged police officer, his heart skipped a beat: 'This is a seasoned expert!'

Upon seeing Kouta enter, the two policemen displayed different expressions.

The young police officer, Ryunosuke Aihara, saw a spirited, strong, and outstanding young man. He also heard from the head of the teaching department that the boy had excellent grades. In an instant, his goodwill towards Kouta increased, and his gaze towards Kouta became much kinder.

However, the middle-aged police officer, Yoshida, immediately saw a suspect who was both capable and intelligent.

In his view, Kouta was physically strong enough to kill Yamamura Jeff, who was a year older than him; he had good grades, which allowed him to dispose of the body without anyone noticing; and Kouta's mature and steady demeanor allowed him to attend class without changing his expression after killing someone.

What he finds most annoying are high-achieving students like Kouta; such people are very difficult to deal with.

Young police officer Ryunosuke Aihara stepped forward, smiled at Kouta, and said kindly, "You must be Kouta Fujiki. Don't be nervous. We're just here to ask you a few simple questions about a case. Just tell us what you know."

"Case?!" Kouta replied, slightly surprised, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

Of course, it was all an act, because Kouta knew that from the moment he met the two policemen, it was time to put on a good show.

Kouta knew he would encounter this situation today.

So he had already rehearsed countless times in his mind, thinking of perfect "answers" to all the questions the police might ask, and was just waiting to "perform" today.

However, what Kouta didn't expect was that... the police would arrive so late.

Today is September 19th.