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The mattress sags slightly.

"Are you still sad about what happened during the day?"

Sayuri's voice contained a barely perceptible hint of a smile.

The movement under the quilt became louder, as if in silent protest.

"Well, this kind of thing happened to Mom when she was young."

Sayuri gently patted the bulging ball of quilt.

Finally, the quilt was opened a little, revealing a pair of red and swollen golden eyes with obvious unwillingness.

"I'm not sad!"

Eriri's voice was muffled and nasal.

"Okay, okay, you're not sad."

Sayuri followed suit, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She reached out and gently brushed away the messy hair on her daughter's forehead.

"Who forgot his own dinner?"

Eriri's cheeks puffed up like a wronged hamster.

She sat up from the quilt, her blonde hair was messy and her pajamas were a little wrinkled, completely lacking the delicate appearance of a young lady she usually was.

"I...I'm just not hungry."

She said harshly.

Sayuri picked up the glass of milk and handed it to her.

"Let's drink something to warm our stomachs first."

Ying Lili hesitated for a moment, but still took it and sipped it in small sips.

The warm liquid slid into my throat, seeming to dispel some of the chill in my heart.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the occasional sound of cars passing by outside the window.

After a long while, Eriri seemed to have made up her mind and spoke in a low voice.

"Mother……"

"Ok?"

"I...I have a friend..."

A classic opening line.

Sayuri suppressed her laughter and responded seriously, "Oh? What happened to your friend?"

Eriri's cheeks felt hot and her voice became quieter.

"She...she has liked a boy for a long time..."

"uh-huh."

"But...but that boy seemed...seemed to have been beaten to it by her other two...two good friends!"

When she said the last few words, Eriri's voice unconsciously took on a hint of gritted teeth, as if those two "good friends" were unforgivable enemies.

Sayuri blinked, trying to maintain a gentle expression on her face, but the smile in her eyes was about to overflow.

"puff--"

Finally, she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

Eriri suddenly raised her head and glared at her mother in embarrassment and anger.

"mom!"

"Sorry sorry."

Sayuri waved her hands quickly, but her shoulders were still shaking slightly.

She cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound serious, but her crescent eyes still betrayed her.

"Oh, isn't this just a common...um, teenage trouble?"

She forced herself to swallow back the three words "Ashura Field".

Eriri looked at her angrily, her cheeks as red as ripe apples.

"That's not funny!"

"Yes, yes, it's not funny. It's serious. Very serious."

Sayuri nodded repeatedly and reached out to gently pinch her daughter's cheeks, which were puffed up with anger.

Looking at her daughter's aggrieved and unwilling expression, she suddenly felt that her daughter was so adorable.

Then, a cunning glint flashed in the eyes of this mother who was eager to create chaos in the world.

She leaned closer to her daughter and lowered her voice, as if she was sharing some huge secret.

"I'm telling you, Eriri."

She suddenly stopped referring to him as "your friend".

"Ok?"

Eriri looked at her mother's face, which suddenly came closer, in a daze.

Sayuri's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, that smile contained a bit of playful laughter, and also contained a bit of unquestionable encouragement.

"Since...your friend likes that boy so much and feels like someone else got him first..."

She deliberately dragged out the ending of the word, observing her daughter's reaction.

Eriri's breathing hitched slightly, anticipating what her mother was going to say next.

Sure enough, Sayuri's voice was full of temptation, like the snake that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden.

"Then...shouldn't you be more proactive?"

"initiative?"

Eriri repeated the word, her eyes a little confused.

"Yeah, take the initiative!"

Sayuri snapped her fingers, her tone becoming brisk and firm.

"Show your courage! Don't be a coward hiding under the covers and secretly wiping your tears, and don't be a nagging woman and complain about yourself."

Her voice was not loud, but it was like a hammer, hitting Eriri's heart hard.

"Go and take him..."

Sayuri narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a "devilish" smile, and spoke word by word in an inflammatory tone.

"Wouldn't it be better to just snatch it from them openly?"

"Grab...grab it?"

Eriri was stunned and looked at her mother stupidly.

These words, which were full of "encouragement" and could even be said to be "adding fuel to the fire", were like a thunderclap, exploding in her confused mind.

She had never considered this option.

She had always been immersed in her own pride and reserve. No matter how much she longed in her heart, she could only wait awkwardly or cover it up with sharp words.

And now, her mother actually asked her to "grab" it so bluntly?

This... this seems to be incompatible with the education she received since childhood and her identity as the eldest daughter of the Sawamura family.

but……

For some reason, when the three words "grab it" echoed in my mind, an inexplicable sense of excitement with a hint of taboo also rose up.

She looked at her mother's eyes, which were shining with cunningness, as if they could see through all her thoughts.

Deep down in my heart, a voice that has been suppressed for a long time seems to be stirring.

Is it really possible to rob?

Go and declare war on Kasumigaoka Utaha and Yotsuya Miko head-on?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, it was like a wildfire that instantly occupied her entire mind.

The confusion in her golden eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a complex and incomprehensible light, as if there were flames dancing.

Sayuri Sawamura looked at the changing expressions on her daughter's face, raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction, and hid her achievements and fame.

The next day, the morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of light on the campus path of Feng Zhiqi Academy.

Ying Lili was carrying a schoolbag, but her steps were a little unsteady, and her whole body was shrouded in an absent-minded aura.

A fierce debate was going on in her mind at this moment.

An angel named Eriri, wearing a pure white dress and a halo on her head, was blushing and shaking her head desperately.

"No, no, absolutely not! That, that kind of thing... is too proactive, too embarrassing!"

The other one was wearing a tight black leather jacket, holding a paintbrush dipped in paint, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth. It was the devil Eriri.

"What are you afraid of? Are you going to watch that slow-witted idiot get completely snatched away by that scheming woman, Kasumigaoka Utaha, and that quiet, wealthy woman, Yotsuya Miko?"

The devil Eriri pointed the end of the paintbrush at the angel Eriri, her tone full of provocation.

"Where's your heroine dignity? Where's Sawamura Spencer Eriri's pride!"

Her mother Sayuri Sawamura's words last night, "Why not just go and snatch him... away from them... fairly and squarely?", were like the most powerful magic sound playing in her ears, playing in her mind on a 24-hour loop, unable to be shaken off.

Every word was like a little hammer, knocking on her heart.

"Grab it..."

Eriri murmured these three words unconsciously, her cheeks burning uncontrollably.

When she thought of that woman, Kasumigaoka Utaha, who pretended to be pretentious in front of Lin Qing but might have revealed the kind of confident smile that belonged to a winner behind her back, Eriri felt a surge of anger rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

His teeth were chattering.