Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

I can't help but mention Kasumi Shiko.

"Eh? A novelist?"

Mori Yuesha nodded and corrected: "He is a novelist with great potential."

She is very optimistic about Kasumi Shiko's "Love Metronome".

The manuscript has been sent back by the editor for revision only because the author's description of some emotional details is not vivid and in-depth enough. This is related to experience and does not prevent the author from being an extremely talented person.

At least Mori Yuesa thinks that even if "Love Metronome" does not become a big hit, it should be an outstanding work.

"Tsukihime's evaluation is so high? It's rare." Agatsuma Yuno opened her eyes and tilted her head curiously: "I want to read this novel."

"The author sent it to me unilaterally." Mori Yuesha smiled: "The outline shows that it is a love triangle."

Naoto, Sayuka, and Shinui.

Agatsuma Yuno listened quietly, and Mori Yuesa only briefly mentioned the problems - good readers will raise questions, but solving the problems still depends on the author himself.

"I thought you would instigate the author to have the two girls fall in love and work together to get rid of the male protagonist."

Agatsuma Yuno looked around the empty rooftop and chuckled.

Mori Yuesha did not respond.

Her sight passed through the iron net at the edge of the rooftop and spread to the playground below. A dozen boys who had quickly finished their lunch were gathered together, fighting for the ball.

Several girls walked around the track, hand in hand, and while talking they quietly turned their eyes to the boys who were sweating profusely.

The boys, however, knew nothing.

All they care about is the football at their feet.

"No, I won't. I want the author to be published 'normally'."

Something in Mori Yuesha's words seemed to be spoken to herself. The afternoon breeze blew her long seaweed-like hair, and a strand of it hung on the side of her face, hazy and graceful with the light.

A few sparrows were perched on the protruding edge of the corner of the building, and the air was filled with a faint scent of flowers.

Agatsuma Yuno stared at the scene in silence.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Mori Yuesa suddenly turned her head and smiled at Gasai Yuno. The rose was in full bloom.

"Hey, it's easy to get sick if you eat too much."

She walked over in the light, bent down in front of Gastima Yuno, and picked up the lunch bag.

"Let's go."

The iron gate was closed from the outside and the rooftop returned to silence.

Soon after, the rustling sounds of pages turning and paper rubbing against each other reappeared.

Utaha Kasumigaoka sat on a bench at the corner, reading a novel attentively.

That page stayed there for a long time.

…………

During lunch time, there were almost no people in the class.

Saki Nakajima walked in leisurely with two girls.

They observed at the door for a while until only Hayami Masahiro was left in the class.

Well, Miss Lezi is waiting for me.

Hayami Maaya still looked the same as she did in the morning, with messy hair and old clothes. At this moment, she was using a fork to pick up a potato from the lunch box - there were only two potatoes and a few small pieces of vegetables in the shabby lunch box, which was not enough for even a child to eat.

Her saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth, making a 'slurping' sound, mixed with potato residue, and the saliva seeped into Hayami Maraya's collar little by little.

It's a mess.

When Saki Nakajima came in, she saw this scene.

She rolled her eyes at the girl in disgust, then turned around and quietly winked at her two followers -

In Saki Nakajima's world, follower is a relatively important word.

Often used to describe students who are willing to follow one's orders after seeing one's wealth and the wealthy family behind him.

At this time, the two followers looked embarrassed.

"Come on, bring it here, isn't it interesting?"

She urged, calling the two girls' names: "I say, didn't you agree just now?"

"Teacher...teacher will find out." One of the girls with short hair seemed to want to back out at the last minute. She didn't want to be called to the school for her parents' visit as soon as she entered school.

"Of course not. Even if you find out, can't you just push it to me?"

Nakajima Saki didn't care. She walked to the door and closed it. When she came back, she walked in front of Hayami Maaya and ruffled her hair casually with her hands: "Even if you are a fool, you can't be so sloppy, right?"

Hayami Masaya was like a wooden man, holding a potato in her mouth and lowering her head blankly.

"Look, is everything okay?"

Saki Nakajima showed her results to her two followers, and even grabbed Maaya Hayami's hair and swung it back and forth, as if she was playing with a pet by a leash.

The girl felt the pain and her voice was intermittent: "Hair, not stupid."

Nakajima Saki shook her hands in disgust, pouted and sat in Mori Yuesha's seat, reaching out to take the things handed to her by her followers -

It was a sheet of feminine supplies.

I don’t know who used it, but there is a lot of undried blood on this long white cotton towel, and the sticky stuff is gradually seeping down.

Nakajima Saki held one end and carefully placed it on the table. She crossed her hands and patted Hayami Maaya's face: "Silly boy, is it because your parents don't like you?"

Hayami Mare looked over with blank eyes: "... like it?"

Nakajima Saki quietly lowered her voice, her tone full of temptation: "He definitely doesn't like you. Look, you're not pretty at all."

"Who would like an ugly child?"

Mare Hayami's narrow eyes were dull and lifeless. She scratched her hair anxiously, and her hands were at a loss as to what to do, as if they would become an eyesore or a nuisance if she didn't find something to do or a place for them to stay.

She was like a hyperactive person, raising and lowering her arms irregularly: "What should I do? Zhenli is not beautiful... not beautiful... Mom likes it... doesn't like it..."

Nakajima Saki snapped her fingers and said, "So, I'll have to help you."

The girl pulled out an eyeliner brush from her exquisite makeup bag, held it in her hand, and raised her head.

"Please be nice to me. I won't help you after lunch break," she said.

Maaya Hayami became anxious. She wanted to grab Saki Nakajima's arm, but she was a little timid.

After hesitating for a long time, not daring to move forward or backward, he simply tapped the back of Nakajima Saki's hand with his fingers a few times.

His eyes were filled with flattery and pleading.

"beg……"

"Remember, you asked me to do it."

Nakajima Saki had a wicked smile on her face, and the upturned corners of her eyes were more in line with her current mood. Turning back, she waved to the two followers, asking them to come over.

Then, one person held up the phone and another person handed over the tools.

Saki Nakajima stuck the eyeliner brush into the dark blood that had not yet dried in the center of the cotton towel, and swirled it around in it like an unfilled brush.

A strange smell emanated.

Then, the brush covered with black blood was smeared on Hayami Maaya's face.

Chapter 12 Mom and Eggplant

When Mori Tsukisa came back, Hayami Maray was the only one in the class.

She looked at each other in surprise.

A face full of black and red paint covered the corners of the eyes and mouth, running straight from the forehead through the bridge of the nose, the tip of the nose, and to the chin.

Maaya's face in the morning looked as if it had been doodled by a passing artist - there were two circles on her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Mori Yuesha walked over quickly: "Did you draw this yourself, or someone else? Who touched you?"

Asahi Masaharu raised her head, her face covered in blood: "Is Masaharu pretty?"

Mori Yuesha took a deep breath and emphasized: "Who drew this?"

The girl's unfocused pupils looked around randomly. She didn't get the answer to the question, nor could she give the answer that Mori Yuesha wanted.

They were the only two people in the class looking at each other quietly.

"I don't know, I forgot, it's kind, it's a kind sister!"

Mori Tsukisa took Zaoma Mare's hand and went to the bathroom.

She messed up the other person's hair as much as possible to cover the upper half of her face, then took out a tissue and asked her to cover the lower half.

"Come with me, Maki."

Fortunately, there was no one in the toilet at this time.

Mori Yuesa asked Hayami Mare to lie down by the pool - perhaps it had been too long, the blood on Hayami Mare's face had gradually coagulated into thin hard scabs, and it would be very painful if she applied force.

Mori Yuesha had no choice but to scoop up a handful of water, wet a tissue, and gently help the girl wipe it off bit by bit.

The large blood scab was easily cleaned off, leaving only a small part and a shallow mark.

"Stand up straight. Yes, don't move."

Fu Zheng and Hayami Mami, face to face, continued the cleaning work carefully.

In Hayami Maaya's vision, this gentle girl was looking at her intently and tenderly.

Her black hair was scattered on both sides and had been tucked behind her ears by the girl early on.

On her left ear hung a thin silver chain with an emerald pendant below.

Hayami Mare was stunned, stared into Mori Yuesa's eyes and opened her mouth.

"Mother?"

Mori Yuesha's hand paused, with a look of surprise on her face.

"What did you say?"

There was a sudden ripple in Hayami Mare's dead eyes, and for a moment, Mori Yuesa almost thought she was a normal person.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

She screamed and began to scream uncontrollably, tears emerging from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and falling onto Mori Yuesha's tissue.

"Mother?"

Mori Yuesha looked at the girl for a long while, then suddenly smiled and patted her head: "It's me."

…………

The matter remained unresolved.

Mori Yuesa went to see Hiratsuka Shizuka, but the surveillance equipment in the classroom had long been broken, so this route was not feasible.

Then, she secretly let Hayami Maaya look at every girl in the class...

She forgot who the other person was again.

Ugh.

Mori Yuesha was a little helpless, so she had to force her to tell her: "Starting tomorrow, have lunch with me every day."

The girl opened her mouth blankly: "Eat...meal. Mom?"

"That's right, baby. You have to eat with your mother every day. Do you understand? You have to follow me closely."

I don't know if Hayami Mare understood or not, she just nodded stupidly.

"Don't let me know which bastard it is..."

Mumbling swear words, Mori Yuesa took out a small comb from her schoolbag and helped Hayami Mare to fix her hair. She looked left and right, and after not being satisfied, she took out a light blonde hairpin and pinned it on her head.