I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"It hurts so much."

Chiho thought to herself, but made no move.

"However, this pain also lessened my guilt."

"If that's the case, perhaps I really can accept it calmly."

Chiho felt a little pleased and smiled at her mother, "It's okay, it's just going to cooking class."

"You're not allowed to go!"

Yoshiko screamed again, gripping Chiho tightly.

But Chiho didn't react at all, as if she hadn't heard him.

Yoshiko was furious, and she pinched Chiho hard with her long fingernails.

Chiho ignored this, only frowning.

As if she had received some kind of encouragement, Yoshiko exerted herself even more.

They kept pinching it from different positions, leaving many crescent-shaped marks.

She even used too much force, and Yoshiko's manicure broke.

Yoshiko gasped for breath, clutching her fingers.

She felt her fingernails being ripped off, and she yelled at the driver, "My fingernails are broken! I need to go to the hospital! I need to go to the hospital!"

Yoshiko kept cursing and screaming.

Chiho glanced at her mother and said, "Mom, your nail isn't cracked. It's just that the manicure broke, that's why it hurts so much."

Before Yoshiko could say anything more, Chiho said, "Mom, you don't need to do these things anymore. My mind will not change, no matter what you do, my mind will not change."

Yoshiko was stunned as she looked at Chiho's expression.

Suddenly, she broke down in tears, hugging Chiho and saying, "It's Mommy's fault, Mommy was just too angry. That's why I hurt you. Hit Mommy, yell at Mommy."

No matter what Yoshiko did, Chiho remained seated like a statue.

Yoshiko wanted to use wailing, crying, violence, and any other means to firmly grasp Chiho in her own hands.

But this time, she felt that Chiho was about to slip away from her grasp.

She couldn't accept life without Chiho.

They also couldn't accept that in just one night, Chiho seemed to have become a completely different person.

It seemed as if she had obtained something from the school, or something from Xia Wuzhao!

"No, I absolutely cannot let Chiho do this."

"No, I absolutely cannot let Chiho slip away from me."

"Wouldn't that make me look incredibly incompetent?"

Chapter 162 Love is the one that walks forward bearing hardship and pain.

"I have to make a decision."

Yoshiko made up her mind, thinking of the sneers and deliberate questions she had received at the previous gathering.

She felt heartbroken.

"I have to make up my mind for the sake of my glamorous life."

"I absolutely cannot allow Chiho to usurp my authority, and I absolutely cannot allow Chiho to usurp the meaning of my existence."

"I must crush Chiho at the most opportune moment!"

"There must be a suitable time."

Yoshiko stopped making a fuss and simply let Chiho instruct the driver to find a place to learn cooking.

The environment in New Tokyo 2 isn't great; there's always a conflict between the flatlands and the mountains.

The area where the two meet is often where the Yakuza live.

The underground, chaotic ruins and complex, extensive sewer system also served as the residences of many homeless people and criminals.

The cooking classes are located in the Ping area, where many white-collar workers and wealthy women need these cooking classes.

There is little need for cooking classes in mountainous areas because most people in these areas are not very wealthy. For them, cooking is not a skill to enhance their self-worth, but rather an essential skill for survival.

Chiho was slightly surprised that her mother had stopped arguing.

Looking at her mother, she found her leaning back in her chair, looking down at her own fingers.

Her long, dyed hair hung loosely, obscuring her face.

All that could be seen was the shadow on her cheeks, but no expression could be seen.

"He's like a madman."

Chiho thought to herself.

The cooking class was on the seventh floor of a building, and Chiho went in alone.

Chiho also had a card in her hand, which was linked to her father's card.

There's no need to worry about money.

The cooking teacher was very enthusiastic when she met Chiho; she could judge a person's financial status by their demeanor.

Chiho is such a poised and confident person, showing no timidity whatsoever, and possessing an exceptionally good demeanor.

They certainly won't be poor.

Of course, more importantly, the expensive accessories she wore gave the cooking teacher such confidence.

She stepped forward to greet Chiho warmly and asked Chiho what she wanted to learn.

Is it Western food, or a high-end meal?

After hearing this, Chiho said, "It's a dish made for couples."

The teacher was taken aback, not expecting that such a girl would want to make a bento box for a boy herself.

She thought to herself—I wonder which boy is so lucky.

But she still smiled and said to Chiho, "Of course."

Chiho paid the money and arranged a class time.

However, she is going to learn how to make a bento box today. The teacher doesn't object to this request.

They immediately prepared the necessary items and began teaching Chiho how to make bento boxes for couples.

"The key words are home-style and 'like'," the teacher said. "You can tell whether a bento box was made with care. A true diner can taste the heart in the bento box."

"Really?" Chiho smiled. "But that person is a very strange person who is not good at expressing his feelings."

"Oh? Is he a gentle and introverted boy?" the teacher asked curiously.

"No, he's someone who can make you sad, yet also make you happy. He's someone you can't help but want to get close to, but once you get close, you can't help but feel hurt. He's a guy you can both love and hate," Chiho replied.

The teacher thought to herself: What an incredibly complex boy this is! He's like two completely different substances fused together, practically a collection of contradictions. Like lava, and like a glacier.

She asked, "Are you happy with him?"

"It wasn't exactly happiness; it was more of a struggle." Chiho held the kitchen knife and slowly tried to process the vegetables.

The cooking class teacher was puzzled: "If it's painful, then why stay together?"

“Because I feel at ease,” Chiho said with a smile. “Even if it’s painful, it doesn’t matter. For a small fish, the ocean must be the most terrifying place. Because there are countless creatures that can prey on it, but the ocean is also the cradle that the small fish cannot live without.”

"And isn't that what love is all about?"

Chiho asked, "Aren't love and liking inherently painful? Like a thorn, only by piercing deep into the body can one feel love. Only through pain can love become real."

"If there were no pain, wouldn't love and affection be too cheap?"

"Love is a downhill road; once you get going, you can't stop. Love is an uphill road; you have to carry the hardships and pain up the way."

Chiho said, "Isn't this way of thinking wrong?"

The cooking teacher looked at Chiho and shook her head slightly.

"As expected, children from wealthy families always have terrifying ideas."

Thinking this to herself, she said calmly, "Let's take a cooking class instead."

With that, she stopped asking about Chiho and focused on teaching her how to cook.

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Xia Wuzhao and Asahi Kui are about to part ways at the school gate.

Asahi Aoi looked at Natsugiri Kai and said, "Are you getting ready to go back now?"

“Otherwise?” Xia Wuzhao didn’t look at Asahi Aoi. He said, “I have nothing to do at school.”

"I knew it, Natsugiri."

Asahi Aoi said, "Then how about this be a way of repaying me? I helped you organize the books in the Literature Club today, so how about you help me organize some books in the library?"

Xia Wuzhao didn't look at Asahi Aoi; he simply said, "So, when you helped, that was your plan?"

"Is that not possible?" Aoi said calmly; "But you should come and help me, right?"

"Yes, if I owe someone a favor, I will help you," Xia Wuzhao said calmly.

“Well then, let’s go.” Aoi Asahi said calmly, “Today might be very busy.”

The two of them turned around and walked towards the library.

Once inside, I discovered that the library was filled with the smell of books.

A slightly numb yet exceptionally refreshing taste.

The first thing to do is to go into the room and move the books out, since no one is here yet.

Therefore, a handcart can be used.

The books were mostly medical and psychological, and Asahi Aoi was helping to put them on the cart.

The room is very small; once a cart is placed inside, there isn't much space left.

The two were very close, and their skin touched from time to time.

The girl's skin was slightly cool and trembling, and sometimes her long hair would brush past Xia Wuzhao's face.

It has a hint of cherry blossom scent.

—A common shampoo scent.

After all the books were moved, Xia Wuzhao pulled the cart to arrange them.

"Still can't remember anything?"

Asahi Aoi thought to herself.

"Aren't you at all puzzled by how many books I read about medicine and memory?"

The girl sighed softly.

As more and more people came in, Aoi Asahi went to the counter to register the list of borrowers.

With Xiao Ai's help, Xia Wuzhao quickly put all the books back in their original places.

When I arrived at the counter, I saw a girl thanking Asahi Aoi with a gift.

She held a bag of cookies: "Thank you, Asahi. Although you didn't surpass Chiho, Natsugiri Kai did. After he won first place, our situation improved a little. Now, at least we can make friends."

The girl sighed deeply.

But Aoi Asahi said, "Shouldn't we thank Natsugiri Kai?"

The girl looked a little embarrassed. She said, "We can't talk to Natsugiri Kai. Only you, Asahi, can talk to her. After all, you two are very close."

"Anyway, thank you. If it weren't for you, Xia Wuzhao probably wouldn't have paid any attention to us at all."

As the girl spoke, she placed the cookies on the table.

After seeing Xia Wuzhao approach, the girl quickly ran away again.

Natsugiri Kai asked Asahi Aoi, "Is there any other work?"