I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

"Should we wear clothes or take them off?"

She said in a consultative tone, "I think it's better to wear the clothes, because this dress is really pretty, isn't it?"

"I'm getting a little annoyed."

Xia Wuzhao looked indifferently at Kirishima Chiho in front of her and said, "I thought you were a smart kid."

"Heh heh." The girl scoffed, "What are you talking about? It's really incomprehensible."

"Because I was always controlled by my mother and forced to be a good student. I resisted fiercely, but I didn't dare to fight back."

"I clearly want to rebel, but all I can think about is indulging myself like a bad kid. But then, I'm afraid, hiding here in fear and anxiety. I just want to smoke like a bad student, but I only dare to light one and inhale the secondhand smoke."

"You keep saying all sorts of nonsense. If I actually did it, would you be just giving yourself a reason to be a bad kid?"

"Or is there a reason to jump into this lake and end it all?"

"The strategy is too rudimentary. How about we hone it for a while longer?"

Although Xia Wuzhao's words were light, they were like a sudden storm blowing towards Kirishima Chiho.

You're overthinking it.

Chiho Kirishima smiled, running her fingers through her hair: "If it's published, it might win a journalism award."

"That's really scary."

She paused, then said, "But it's really interesting. Why should I feel pressured to be a good child?"

The girl smiled and said, "Rather than that, everyone wants to be a good student, right?"

She said wistfully, "After becoming a good student, everyone will look at you with envy. The principal will like you, and the parents will like you too."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with being a good student."

The girl looked at Xia Wuzhao and said, "Being a good student doesn't put any pressure on me at all."

"So what if it's because of your mother's oppression?" Xia Wuzhao looked at the smiling girl in front of her.

"How annoying!" the girl giggled. "My mom loves me so much. She makes me lots of delicious food every day and cares about me so much that she's practically always by my side."

"My mother's love for me is so much, it seems to be overflowing."

“Then let’s say the reason is your mother’s love, how about that?” Xia Wuzhao said, “It’s because of your mother’s love that things have turned out this way.”

"That's ridiculous. Who doesn't like to receive their mother's love?" The girl scoffed. "What you're saying makes no sense."

"If love is a debt, would people still want to receive it?" Xia Wuzhao answered calmly.

But once again, it left the girl stunned.

She blinked: "How can love be a debt?"

The girl stretched lazily, standing in the moonlight: "What a pity, it's time."

"You've wasted your precious wish."

With that, Kirishima Chiho said, "My run is almost over, so I have to go back now."

She showed off the watch on her wrist.

"If you want to stay here, then stay." The girl took off her rose headband. "This is my secret base. A long, long time ago, this used to be a building. But after a rainstorm, it was buried by mud and became a mountain."

"I heard that if you go down the stairs inside the building, you can see the underwater world. I heard that everything from Tokyo back then is still there, and even time is submerged underwater."

Xia Wuzhao said, "There are only corpses underwater."

"A corpse is, in a way, hope," the girl said with a sweet smile, and then walked into the stairwell.

But then he peeked out with a mischievous grin and said, "Just go into the stairwell and up one floor. There's only one room there where I keep all my clothes."

"It has shoes, clothes, socks, and underwear."

She said, "You can do whatever you want. Tomorrow, I'll pretend I don't know anything and put it on without hesitation."

"Are you an idiot?" Xia Wuzhao answered crisply.

"Maybe I really am a fool," the girl replied with a playful laugh.

The heavy shoes made a clattering sound as they stepped on the cement slab, which was then replaced by the rustling sound of clothes being undressed.

With each piece of clothing she removed, the girl would deliberately make a sound.

“I even took off my underwear.”

She said, "Wow, my skin is really fair! Do you want to see it?"

Xia Wuzhao didn't care about this and just looked at the moonlight.

The moonlight shone through the broken cracks, creating petal-like dappled patterns on the lake's surface.

The girl's words were interrupted by a ringing bell.

"Chiho, where are you? Mom is so worried about you, I almost had a heart attack just now."

"Mom, I'm running. I'll be home soon."

At that moment, the girl became an angel again, speaking softly and gently.

Even though her mother kept urging her, the girl just kept responding and saying sorry.

After hanging up the phone, Kirishima Chiho, barefoot, came out of the room.

She said to Xia Wuzhao, "You're such a shy child, Xia Wuzhao."

"My clothes are still in that room. They're still warm, so don't miss them!"

The devil's cunning was revealed in the angel's broken face.

After saying all this, the girl smiled gently and said, "Well then, Xia Wu, see you tomorrow."

She walked barefoot into the dark tunnel, stepping into the flowing water.

Chapter 95 Eyes That Are Everywhere: Soft Yet Hard

"Hey? Chiho, where are you?"

Kirishima's mother called the girl, anxiously asking, "Has something happened?"

"No, no, Mom. I'm perfectly fine now, and I'm on my way home."

The girl said gently, "I'll be back in about ten minutes. I'm jogging now."

"Ten minutes?" Kirishima's mother said, "That's already beyond the plan. As punishment, your bedtime will be delayed by ten minutes tonight. You have to make up for the lost time, and Mom will make you some chicken soup to help you recover."

"Thank you, Mom." Kirishima Chiho smiled. "I'll study a little longer."

"That won't do. You can only study for ten more minutes. You need to get enough sleep, because lack of sleep will make your skin dull."

Kirishima's mother kept rambling on, while Kirishima Chiho just listened.

She didn't show much expression, just a faint smile.

"Come back quickly, remember to be fast, run, understand?" Kirishima's mother reminded her again, repeating it over and over: "Save time."

"Okay, Mom."

Kirishima Chiho responded in this way, combing her sideburns.

He sniffed his fingers.

Even though they had nothing left to say, Kirishima Chiho's phone remained on.

Instead, it's held in your hand.

Every now and then, Kirishima's mother would ask, "Chiho? Did you really run? I didn't hear you panting."

"Because I don't want to disturb you, Mom, I'm trying my best to hold my breath."

"Oh, Chiho, I'm so happy that you have this idea. But breathing is also a very important part of running. You need to swing your arms and breathe rhythmically."

"I understand, Mom. I will do that."

Chiho Kirishima had no choice but to jog, carrying her phone.

Her steps were heavy, each one firmly planted on the ground.

Her scarlet hair swayed slightly.

When she felt tired and her breathing became rapid.

Kirishima's mother continued, "Do you remember today's English class? I'm here to check on your learning. Experts say that when you're tired from running, your brain becomes more active. That's the best time to study. You'll be able to remember English words more easily then."

After she finished speaking, she began asking questions.

First, say the word once, then have Kirishima Chiho pronounce it in English.

They also had to pronounce it aloud, letter by letter.

If she is slow, she will punish Kirishima Chiho by making her copy the text when she returns.

If she makes a mistake, Kirishima Chiho will have to copy even more.

If she got two questions wrong, she would say regretfully, "Chiho, you've disappointed me so much. Did you really pay attention in English class today?"

"Do you think you've lived up to all that I've done for you? While you're running, you need to study your English diligently, you know? I'll be checking up on you again when you get back."

As she spoke, she sighed.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Kirishima Chiho said apologetically, "I will continue to try my best."

Kirishima's mother said sadly, "Just trying? I've done so much for you, just so you'd try harder?"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'll do my best."

Kirishima Chiho changed her tune again.

"Are you studying for my sake?" Kirishima's mother scolded. "If you're studying for my sake, you might as well not go to school at all. You don't even understand that what's needed is hard work, not just effort. You've disappointed me so much, Chiho!"

"Tell me, who are you learning from anyway?!"

Looking at the starry sky, Kirishima Chiho said, "I'm doing this for my own studies."

“That’s right, you’re studying for yourself. Don’t you know how to work hard?” Kirishima’s mother once said, “Only by working hard can you surpass others.”

Kirishima's mother said, "You came in first place in your individual performance in drama class. But the teacher said your emotions weren't genuine enough, and you hadn't truly immersed yourself in the role. It was so embarrassing for me when the teacher said that."

"I was carrying a gift for my teacher at the time, and I really wanted to smash it all. Sigh, but that gift cost me a lot of money. It was an expensive souvenir from an old shop, and it hurt my heart to see it."

"And those piano lessons, swimming lessons... all those private tutoring classes were specially arranged for you by your mother at her own expense. Back then, in order to select the best teacher, your mother stayed up for days and nights without sleep. She also called you to find someone, and she was so exhausted that she almost had to go to the hospital."

"You didn't even get first place in the quiz, and my heart is bleeding. I'm really heartbroken and in tears. Sometimes I even doubt whether I deserve it. But then I think about how I am your mother and you are my daughter."

"No matter how hard or tiring it is, Mom feels it's all worth it."

She said this

Kirishima Chiho simply smiled and said, "Mom, I'll do my best. Next time, I'll definitely be number one."

“Not next time,” Kirishima’s mother said, looking at her with a disappointed expression. “It’s forever. Only those who are number one have value.”

"You know, anything only has value if it's number one."

She kept talking on and on.

A moment later, he said, "I just said so much, you should have remembered it."

"Yes, I've got it all in mind, Mom."

“So by now, you should have finished reviewing your English,” Kirishima’s mother said. “I’ll ask you one more question.”

"Mom, I was listening to you just now," Kirishima Chiho replied, somewhat confused.

"How can this be?" Kirishima's mother said disapprovingly. "I told you to use your brain to review and to listen attentively. Have you forgotten? Do you think listening to me will interfere with your studies?"

She was very dissatisfied, which forced Kirishima Chiho to apologize again.

She tested Kirishima Chiho's English, and this time Kirishima Chiho did not answer incorrectly.

Kirishima's mother began to assess Kirishima Chiho's theatrical performances again: "Now, whatever you've learned, just perform a scene for me."

Kirishima Chiho then began reciting lines from the play.

After listening for a while, Kirishima's mother said with dissatisfaction, "Is this your true level? No, it's terrible."

She kept rambling on and on, playing a recording of her drama teacher giving a lesson for Kirishima Chiho.