My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

"Koizumi Naka plans to deal with Kimura Hama today."

"Dealing with Kimura Hama?" Shirakawa Natsu stopped eating, her eyes filled with suspicion. "How does she plan to deal with him?"

“Temptation, take a picture,” Mikoto replied.

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed the bridge of her nose with her hand, her expression strange: "Are you serious? Although I've never met Koizumi Na."

But given Kimura Hama's popularity, he certainly wouldn't lack women, and the fact that he's taught for years without any scandals proves he's not the kind of man who would lay a hand on his students.

“I tried to persuade her.” Miyuki shook her head: “Adults have the right to choose their own actions and be responsible for them.”

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged and lowered his head to eat. He and Kimura Hama were potential rivals, but he didn't want to win in this way.

"Ring ring ring!" Mi no Shimi's phone rang. She turned it on, and a constantly shaking image appeared on the screen.

Shirakawa Natsu turned her head curiously. This was clearly a school, and there were many well-dressed young men and women passing by.

"What's going on?" Shirakawa Natsu asked.

“Koizumi-na clipped the camera to her chest,” Miyuki said. “To prevent the recording equipment from being destroyed on the spot, she used this method to transmit the video in real time. This way, as long as she could capture a screenshot, the mission would be complete.”

“Not bad.” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback; Koizumi Nao didn’t seem to fit her name at all.

On the contrary, they are meticulous and their so-called temptations don't require anything to actually happen.

If there's any intimate interaction, and a screenshot is taken, the person involved can't explain themselves.

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed his forehead. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was the despicable villain in the story.

But he was still full of anticipation to finally meet the legendary Kimura Hama in person.

Looking at the phone screen, because the miniature camera is on her chest, she can't see Koizumi Nao.

The screen shows an office door, then the image shakes and a knocking sound is heard.

"Please come in." A gentle voice came from behind the door, not the magnetic masculine voice that Shirakawa Natsu had imagined.

The voice has a somewhat neutral tone, but just by listening to the intonation, one can picture the gentle nature of its owner.

The office door was pushed open, and a playful yet slightly shy female voice came from off-camera: "Brother Kimura."

Shirakawa Natsu didn't pay attention to Koizumi Na's voice; her attention was focused on the office owner.

Regarding Kimura Hama, when he met him in person, he still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that some people are more photogenic, and even without Photoshop, they might look better in photos than in real life.

It's obvious that Hama Kimura is the type whose photos and real appearance differ greatly, because he looks better in person than in photos.

Chapter 13 Please Let Me Be Your Dog

Hama Kimura sat upright in his office chair, a smile on his lips that made people feel at ease.

Holding her phone and on a call, she placed it face down beside Koizumi Naka when she saw her enter: "Naka, is something wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Kimura-nii-san." Koizumi Na's voice came from off-screen, carrying the shyness unique to young girls.

"I...I know it's wrong to disturb your rest at noon, but...but I have something important to tell you, and I can only tell you. Please don't send me away."

Although Shirakawa Natsu cannot see Koizumi Na's appearance, she can still feel the girlish emotions and shyness through the screen.

Either Koizumi Nao is very skilled, or there was a hint of sincerity in her words.

He was curious to see how Kimura Hama would respond to this situation.

"Do you think I would kick you out because of what you said?" Kimura Hama smiled and shook his head: "So you think I'm such a heartless person?"

He stood up and said gently, "I watched you grow up, you're like my own little sister. Come in, you can tell me anything that's bothering you."

The screen camera shook, and the two people got closer.

"Just my sister?" Koizumi Na walked up to Kimura Hama. "But that's not how I see Kimura-nii."

"Kimura-san's image, words, and voice always appear in my mind. Everything about you fills my heart."

“I look at your photos every night before I go to sleep, and I also… I can no longer suppress these feelings.”

"Am I... am I broken?"

Hama Kimura listened quietly to her, his smile remaining unchanged, until she finished speaking.

He adjusted his glasses and slowly began to speak: "Human love is based on sex, using pleasure as a weapon. In this process, people create incredibly passionate and sweet fantasies."

"Don't worry about the food, because this is the body following the laws of nature, getting to know more people its own age..."

"No!" Koizumi interrupted him loudly, took a few steps to Kimura Hama, opened her arms and hugged him tightly: "I don't want to think about it anymore, please... please let me be Kimura-nii's dog."

Kimura Hama neither dodged nor pushed Koizumi Nao away, but waited for her to finish speaking before saying, "Humans sing praises of love only because it enables the continuation and reproduction of the species."

There is no other reason, so don't sacrifice what is most precious to you for the fleeting illusions brought by love.

Koizumi Nai didn't listen to him at all, grabbed his suit collar and yanked it to both sides.

The buttons popped open, revealing fair skin and collarbone beneath the shirt.

Shirakawa Natsu turned his head away; for a fleeting moment, his heart had raced when he saw Kimura Hama's collarbone.

But he has an Adam's apple, so he is definitely a man.

"Is the problem with me, or is it with Kimura Hama?"

However, it no longer mattered. The moment his shirt was ripped open, he didn't resist, and it was already a fatal blow.

Anyone who saw this scene would think that Kimura Hama had lost his professional ethics.

Even if a student throws themselves at you, as a teacher, not refusing is a heinous crime.

Shirakawa Natsu shook his head; he didn't want to see this outcome.

However, Koizumi Nao stopped moving, and an eerie silence fell over the other side of the screen.

Hama Kimura is holding the phone that he just placed face down in his hand; the phone screen shows that he is on a call.

Judging from the call duration, the call was connected before Koizumi Nao entered the office.

The name in the name column is noted as "Koizumi Taro".

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. He recognized the name; it was displayed at the entrance of the hospital, on the top shelf of the wall where hospital staff worked.

The director of this hospital is Koizumi Nao's father.

Miyuki silently closed her phone, unable to bear watching any longer, and the ward fell silent.

"I want to meet with Hama Kimura," Natsumi Shirakawa broke the silence. "The sooner the better."

Miyu looked at him suspiciously, and after a long while shook her head: "I can't let you do anything illegal. Even if you launch a sneak attack, you might not be able to beat him."

Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched: "Why do you think I want to take action? I asked him out to reason with him and get him to give up on Hashimoto Arina."

Miyuki narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned back: "Why do you want to do things beyond your capabilities?"

"Damn it, don't look so contemptuous!" Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand: "Anyway, try to help me make a date, and if it doesn't work, then forget it."

He didn't have high hopes; in fact, most people wouldn't agree to such an invitation.

But he had to try. Hashimoto Arina usually kept a close eye on him, and no matter what happened, it would be discovered.

I took the day off today. I spoke to her on the phone this morning, but Hashimoto Arina stammered and couldn't give a clear answer.

Shirakawa Natsumi felt that she probably didn't tell him the reason for taking leave because she was afraid he would worry.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Hama Kimura is a formidable opponent; trying to recruit someone from his side is an impossible task.

But he could not escape; he had to do everything in his power to obtain more intelligence.

Miyuki didn't answer immediately. She looked at Shirakawa Natsu, seemingly thinking, and after a while said, "Okay, but I have to come along."

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu agreed without hesitation.

He originally thought it would be difficult to ask Kimura Hama out, but Miyuki went out to make a phone call and when he came back, he said:

"We've already arranged to meet at a tea restaurant outside Dongda University at 7 p.m.

Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. Her childhood friend's connections were so terrifying. Could there be a hidden heiress from a conglomerate or something?

“I called him directly and told him I wanted to meet him.” Miyuki pouted. “After I gave him my name, he agreed and even offered to meet at a specific address.”

"Hey, so why do you look so disappointed?" Shirakawa Natsu was puzzled as to why Kimura Hama knew his name and even actively arranged the meeting, but Miyuki was clearly very unhappy.

"What a hassle." Miyuki grinned, covering her forehead with one hand. "I'll go with you tonight."

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu was very grateful to Miyuki, who had opposed the marriage from the very beginning.

But she always stood by his side, accompanying him in doing things that outsiders would consider ridiculous.

Miyuki waved her hand and went to get him some clothes.

"Um..." Shirakawa Natsumi's voice was hesitant. She was deeply shocked after seeing the before-and-after photos of Kimura Hama yesterday: "Could you do some simple makeup for me? I'd prefer something with an effect as noticeable as Kimura Hama's."

As the sun set, people hurried along the streets. This tea restaurant was doing good business, with many students coming in to eat.

As they entered, they couldn't help but glance at the corner against the wall a few more times.

There sat a slender, clean-cut, handsome man.

However, they were looking at the short-haired woman sitting next to the handsome man, a cool and mysterious older sister type who was so cool.

"Hey, can you please not sit next to me? You're stealing my thunder," Shirakawa Natsu teased. In the end, he didn't let Miyuki do his makeup.

He already had a clean and handsome appearance, so adding makeup only made him look more tacky.

He hadn't expected Miyuki to be so popular; just sitting there, several stylishly dressed female college students had already come up to chat him up.

"Call me if you need anything." Miyu looked around, stood up, and naturally sat down next to a group of pretty girls.

This immediately sparked a burst of playful laughter from the other side.

"What's wrong with this world?" Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. Why is she so popular with girls when she's clearly a woman?

The door to the tea restaurant was pushed open, and Kimura Hama appeared at the door, still wearing that well-tailored casual suit.

The buttons that Koizumi Nai tore at the collar have been sewed back on.

His gaze fell directly on where Shirakawa Natsu was sitting, and he walked straight over.

"Hello, Mr. Xia, my name is Kimura Hama, it's nice to meet you."

"Hello, please have a seat." Shirakawa Natsu nodded. Kimura Hama was twenty-six, and he was eighteen; they were not of the same generation.

He immediately placed the two of them on equal footing, showing them ample respect.

Shirakawa Natsu shook her head inwardly; even as an opponent, he was someone you couldn't bring yourself to dislike.

“Arina often mentions you,” Kimura Hama smiled. “When she was feeling down, seeing your passion for manga inspired her. Thanks to you, she regained her spirits.”

Upon hearing this, Shirakawa Natsu finally understood why Hashimoto Arina had been taking special care of him.

At that time, he had just surpassed his peers and, in order to take revenge on society, began to put all his energy into comics.

Hashimoto Arina seemed to see something else in him.

Upon hearing this, a nameless anger rose within him: "So what exactly is it that has made Sister Youcai so depressed? Is it you?"

Hama Kimura smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, at that time she was suffering from mild depression. We contacted each other by phone quite often, but her condition did not improve. Instead, she became even more depressed."

"Damn it! Who caused this?!" Shirakawa Natsu roared, her anger flaring up. She grabbed a glass of water from the table and splashed it on his face.

His only goal was to obtain more information, but he was easily swayed by just two sentences.

At that moment, he felt his blood rush to his head and raised his fist, wanting to punch him in the face.

Miyuki stood up slightly behind him, and everyone dining in the tea restaurant immediately turned to look at them.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Kimura Hama didn't dodge or avoid the splash of cold water on his face. A look of confusion appeared in his eyes as he reached out and took off his glasses.

He took out a white cloth from his breast pocket, wiped the water off it, and calmly put it on: "I'm sorry if my words made you feel uncomfortable."

"You!" Shirakawa Natsu was furious with him. Because his tone was too sincere, he couldn't tell whether Kimura Hama was being sarcastic or not.

He was truly daring; if Kimura Hama dared to fight back, he would simply lie down on the ground.

But given his attitude, he had no choice but to lower his raised right hand.

"So what exactly do you want to do? Since you're already married, why are you still contacting Sister Youcai and making her suffer? How can you face your wife?"