I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

When did I buy this goldfish?

The girl was very confused, yet she felt that this was something very important to her.

She poked her finger in the water and gently stirred the surface.

Ripples spread out in circles.

Leaning back in her chair, she let her long hair flow freely.

The dim yellow light from outside fell on her cheeks, making her consciousness somewhat hazy.

"That shattered illusion has reappeared before me."

The clock ticked away until around six o'clock.

Aoi finally stood up and went to the literature club.

At the foot of the club building, she saw Kirishima's mother standing anxiously outside the luxury car.

Kirishima's mother was extremely anxious. Sometimes, passing teachers would ask curiously what had happened.

Kirishima's mother would say, "Hey, our daughter's being disobedient. She's going through a rebellious phase."

If the teacher denies it in surprise, then Kirishima's mother will go on and on about how badly Natsuki Kai is treated.

"This mother really enjoys making people pity her."

Asahi Aoi thought to herself.

In a corner on the top floor of the Literature Club building, she walked straight up to the door to knock, but suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Ok?"

Aoi looked around in confusion, but there was no one around. The room next to her was empty, just a place where tables and chairs were stored.

Looking at the sign for the Department of Literature hanging on the door in front of me.

The girl finally understood—the voice was coming from the Literature Club.

He intended to knock on the door directly, but somehow he found himself pressing his face against it, frowning as he listened to the sounds inside.

It was a very faint sound, like some kind of water sound.

There was also a certain breathing sound that was too obvious.

She listened for a while, but had no idea what the sound was.

But he felt a nameless anger rising in his heart, and he really wanted to push the door open and go in.

But Aoi took a deep breath and knocked on the door solemnly.

Knock, knock, knock, three times.

"Hello, this is Asahi Aoi, the librarian. It seems the Literature Club forgot to return the books they borrowed."

Chapter 116 The Glittering Dust

With a creak, the door to the literary society opened.

It was pitch black inside, and the curtains were drawn.

Asahi Aoi looked at Kirishima Chiho in front of her with a puzzled expression.

Her crimson hair was disheveled, some strands clinging to her glistening neck. Her bow tie was crooked and looked as if it had been hastily tied.

Did you do something?

The collar buttons weren't fastened, and the collarbone was clearly visible.

There seemed to be some red marks on it, but they were not very clear in the dimly lit room.

The sailor uniform on her upper body was very wrinkled, as if it had been taken off and crumpled into a mess.

The school uniform skirts at Cuiyu School are not just simple plaid skirts. They have a white lining inside.

When worn, the feather-white, wavy edges are visible.

But now, the white seems to have been stained with gray, making it very conspicuous.

"Chiho, did you clean the house?" Aoi asked curiously. "Your skirt looks a little dirty."

"Is that so?" Kirishima Chiho looked down at her skirt and said in surprise, "Oh, it really is."

She gave an angelic smile: "I did clean up just now, but I probably got it dirty by accident while I was squatting there."

"Aoi asked, puzzled, 'A lot of wrinkles are on your clothes? Is it because cleaning is hard work?'"

"Yes." Kirishima Chiho tugged at her clothes a little shyly, trying to smooth them out. But it didn't work; they were still very wrinkled.

"Your collar isn't buttoned up."

Asahi Aoi pointed to her collar: "Girls should be more careful."

"I was a little hot just now," Kirishima Chiho said shyly in a low voice, "so I unbuttoned my shirt."

"Your bow tie is tied wrong, and your hair is stuck to your neck." Asahi Aoi wanted to point out the specific spot to Kirishima Chiho, but she withdrew her fingertips as soon as they touched Kirishima Chiho's neck.

She said, "Your neck is all wet."

"I just took a nap, so I sweated a bit." Kirishima Chiho took a tissue from her pocket and wiped Asahi Aoi's face.

Asahi Aoi looked at Kirishima Chiho, who was smiling so gently, and her doubts grew stronger.

So you mean you did a thorough cleaning here with all the curtains drawn, and then took a nap at the table? That's why you're all disheveled now?

She stood outside the door, bathed in the dim light.

The sunset dyed her long black hair into the color of her hair, and her skin seemed to have a blush.

Kirishima Chiho stood in the dimly lit room, making it impossible to see her expression.

But her lips were too bright red.

While Aoi Asahi was still wondering, Chiho Kirishima said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, if you have something to do, just ask Kai Natsugiri."

"I went to wash up a bit."

She spoke softly, smiling gently.

After leaving the literature club, Aoi Asahi felt that Chiho Kirishima's cheeks were too delicate.

"However, I'm only here today to ask for the book."

Asahi Aoi went inside. It was rather dimly lit, causing her to squint.

You can see Xia Wuzhao sitting in front of the bookshelf, still flipping through the books.

Aoi asked curiously, "Can you see the words on the book now?"

"can."

Xia Wuzhao answered calmly.

"Really?" Aoi frowned. "Then tell me what you're looking at?"

With a snap, Xia Wuzhao closed the book and placed it on the table.

"Didn't you come here to find the books you borrowed from the library?"

"Oh, I see." Aoi nodded, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I making things difficult for Xia Wuzhao?"

"I've been feeling quite angry and uncomfortable since just now."

"But this anger is completely unreasonable."

"That makes no sense at all."

The girl took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Instead of finding fault, she went straight to the point: "The Literature Department borrowed books from the library last year and has not yet returned them."

“You can find it yourself,” Xia Wuzhao replied directly.

“That’s exactly what I think,” Aoi emphasized. “Would you mind if I opened the curtains?”

"do not mind."

"Really? Then I'll open it." After saying that, she went inside and forcefully pulled open the curtains.

The room, which had been somewhat dim, suddenly became bright.

Asahi Aoi intended to find a book directly on the bookshelf, but then she noticed bloodstains on Natsugiri Kai's clothes.

"Blood."

The girl pointed to something and said to Xia Wuzhao, "There's some blood on your clothes."

Xia Wuzhao looked at her shoulder and said, "Some of the wounds have reopened."

"Isn't it dangerous?"

Asahi Aoi stood in front of the bookshelf, flipping through the books one by one: "Then why don't we go to the infirmary?"

“There’s no need,” Xia Wuzhao said. “It’s just a superficial injury.”

"Heh heh." Aoi chuckled. "Is he trying to look cool on purpose?"

Xia Wuzhao glanced at Asahi Aoi, but said nothing more.

Aoi didn't seem to care at all. She found a book on the bookshelf and placed it on the table.

After searching through one bookshelf, there were already four or five books on the table.

She walked over to Xia Wuzhao's side and searched on the bookshelf.

“Just now, I saw Chiho’s mother downstairs,” Aoi Asahi said. “Her mother was playing the victim, deliberately trying to get the teachers to ask about the specifics. Then she started talking about you, saying that you corrupted her daughter.”

"I do not care."

“What does this have to do with whether you care or not?” Aoi frowned, unable to contain herself. “I mean, if this continues, Chiho will definitely get a scolding from her mother when she gets home tonight.”

Aren't you going to do anything?

"Do I need to do anything?" Xia Wukai asked back, "Shouldn't Chiho decide what to do herself?"

"Tsk," Aoi said, "But aren't you two lovers? Aren't you going to help her?"

"No plans," Xia Wuzhao replied crisply.

“Then you should be careful she doesn’t break up with you,” Aoi Asahi said. “However, given her family background, Chiho probably hopes someone will save her right now.”

“If you do that, you’ll definitely become her hero.”

“What are the benefits of becoming a hero?” Xia Wuzhao said. “Besides, this is just your guess.”

“Then let’s just take it as my guess.” Aoi Asahi pulled a book from the bookshelf and placed it on the table. “Anyway, you two are the lovers. If I’m too eager, it will just make me seem strange.”

"But I find it very strange. Just standing here makes me feel unwell, and I feel dizzy in waves."

"I really want to get angry, but I don't know where the anger is coming from."

"So, I can only take a deep breath."

After finding all the books, Aoi Asahi did not leave immediately.

Instead, he asked with a nonchalant expression, "What were you and Chiho doing just now?"

"Just sweeping the floor," Xia Wuzhao said without changing her expression. "I just arrived here, so I helped with the cleaning."

"Really?" Aoi Asahi looked at Kai Natsugiri. "But you don't seem to be sweating."

"Aren't you a librarian now?"

Xia Wuzhao suddenly changed the subject.

"If I'm not a librarian, why would I be here asking for books back from the library?"

"So you're a librarian? I thought you'd switched careers to become a detective or a paparazzi."

Xia Wuzhao spoke slowly.

"hehe."

Aoi's eye twitched, and she stood up abruptly, grabbed her books, and walked outside without saying another word.

"slow walk"