Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesha frowned and said, "I don't need to emphasize to you, an adult, that beating children is wrong, right?"

She looked at Gastima Yuno - when the girl lowered her head, bruises dotted her neck.

Mori Yuesha pointed at Yuno's neck and said indifferently: "I saw everything. If you don't want the police to come to your door, you'd better restrain yourself."

Agatsuma Yuno bit her lip and lowered her head without saying a word, but her hand was tightly holding Mori Yuesa's hand - she was no longer shaking.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged woman turned her head slowly after hearing Mori Yuesha's long words.

"I'm her classmate - or something, right? If you continue to treat your daughter like this, you'll be doomed to failure."

She looked up and pointed at their small house: "I have plenty of this kind of thing. So, having money is meaningless in front of someone as rich as me."

"Your last name isn't Konoe or Kujo. Do you want to give it a try in such a harsh online and public environment like Sakura?"

"If I'm happy, it's not impossible for me to spend some money to buy media to broadcast the story of you abusing your daughter on a loop." Mori Yuesa patted Yuno's back, smoothed her long pink hair, and gave her a gentle smile.

"I don't know what business your family is in, but if this kind of thing is exposed, it will be very troublesome, won't it?"

"nothing dealing with you."

This is the longest speech ever spoken by a middle-aged woman.

She roughly grabbed Yuno's hand and said, "It's time to go home."

"Hey!" Mori Yuesa wanted to reach out and push her, but found that Gasuma Yuno pursed her lips, shook her head quietly at her, and then forced a smile, muttering silently.

'Thank you.'

Mori Tsukisa looked at Agatsuma Yuno who was dragged into the house by her mother and sighed.

…………

"So, is there something wrong with her mother 'here'?" At the entrance of the convenience store, Mori Yuesa pointed at her head and asked Aoyama Nanami.

Sitting next to her was a girl named Machida Mariko, Nanami's 'strong' goddess.

The two girls sat on the steps with their arms around their legs.

"The possibility of a problem is not high, right?" Mariko said softly. She explained in a gentle voice: "If there is a problem, doesn't her father know it?"

This short-haired girl looks frail and doesn't look like someone who can carry two large boxes of drinks and walk briskly.

Nanami Aoyama: "Maybe... Yuno's father doesn't know that his daughter is being abused?"

"Is it possible? Judging from the situation today, it's already unscrupulous. Slapping someone in the face... unless her father is a blind man!"

"That's not entirely certain."

Mori Tsukisa: ...

She rolled her eyes and kicked her legs on the ground: "I still need to talk to her father? I'm so tired! I want to eat, uh-huh-"

Nanami Aoyama swiftly pushed the lollipop aside and stuffed it into Mori Yuesha's mouth. She was already familiar with Mori Yuesha's behavior of going crazy at any time, a crazy girl.

Mariko, who was standing by, looked at Mori Tsukisa and Aoyama Nanami and covered her mouth with her hands and laughed.

"Alas... there's no need to look for her father. This has already troubled you, Xiaosha." After the fight with Mori Yuesha, Aoyama Nanami rested her head on her knees with a melancholy look on her face, "I'll observe for a while. Xiaosha too. If this problem occurs again... I'll have to call the police."

My friend, there is not much you can do.

Moreover, such things as not seeking help from others and enduring things silently are not uncommon in this country.

Mori Yuesha, who was holding the candy in her mouth, didn't have much to do.

You can't just deal with it the same way you deal with chaos.

But... it would be very interesting to do this, after all, humans are very fragile creatures.

Eh?

How could I have such a thought?

Chapter 32 Graduation and Hiratsuka

The graduation ceremony was held as scheduled.

The students happily ran out of the school gate, stepping on the cherry blossom petals and swinging their schoolbags, and the holiday arrived as scheduled.

However, Tomoya Aki's smug look still caused dissatisfaction among some people.

"What? I've passed, right? Finally! I can work part-time legally! Hahahaha! Let me do the math, what should I buy first... action figures, action figures, action figures! Also, 'that' manga is out too, right? By the way, Tsukihime-sama, I can finally support you!!"

Eriri: ...

Mori Tsukisa: ...

Is that why you flew so low?

If the high school department had not reduced the test score requirements for students who were directly promoted from the junior high school, you could really go to work on the construction site at this time.

Eriri snorted, looking at Tomoya Aki who was jumping up and down excitedly: "Being able to stay at home to this extent is a skill, right?"

"You too, don't you?"

Through his glasses, Tomoya Aki complained about the short, golden-haired painter: "To draw those weird things, he even had to go to Mori Tsukisa's house to draw them. Fortunately, Princess Tsukishima has an excellent second-dimensional soul! She was not led astray by you! Ah! Sure enough, the setting of the clothes exploding during the fight in Dragon Ball was learned from you... right?"

Aki Tomoya had an expression that said, "I found a highlight" - the next moment, two long ponytails covered his face...

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! Who is that because? Every time I come to your house, I'm always blocked!"

"How can you go to a boy's house and draw something like that? You really are causing trouble for others!"

Mori Yuesha covered her face.

These two agreed to ignore each other, but they would always quarrel over some issue when chatting with me.

Ding--

A message popped up on the phone.

————Iron Fist is Invincible————

In the noodle shop next to SomeSing bar.

Shizuka Hiratsuka leaned back in her chair, staring expressionlessly at the girl who was eating noodles in small sips, and subconsciously rubbed her face with her right hand.

I was punched there by the weak-looking girl in front of me, and it still hurts a little.

The heels of her high heels were also broken.

Really, don't you wait for someone to finish speaking?

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked helplessly at the girl opposite her who was like a little fox.

A big black wave against a small face the size of a palm, eyes as bright as gemstones, a nose with a special sense of Western classical beauty, and a charming teardrop mole under the corner of the eye.

Mouth - I won’t mention the mouth, it’s slurping noodles.

"You mean you're not here to stand up for those little hooligans?"

Mori Yuesha wiped her mouth with a tissue and put her hands together on the table. "What do you want to ask me? I think you know everything now?"

"Don't use honorifics, my name is Shizuka Hiratsuka." The woman in front of Mori Yuesa had long hair, a dark suit, high heels and black stockings.

When she is still, she has the air of a mature woman - if you haven't seen her standing crookedly on the street with a cigarette in her mouth.

Hiratsuka Shizuka ordered a cup of black tea, blew away the rising mist, and told her story.

“…So, when my father died, he left behind a company.”

"My mother took care of me and my sick grandmother. We were not short of money, but the shareholders of the company took the opportunity to make trouble. At that time, it was my uncle who helped my mother."

Later, Shizuka Hiratsuka learned that the "business" run by her uncle was of a special nature.

He himself is also the leader of the Matsutani Association.

"I have recorded all the money I earned over the years and returned it all to him. And to repay his kindness, I give him a lot more dividends every year."

"I want my mother and grandmother to live a life without sin." Hiratsuka Shizuka said calmly: "I have seen those who were forced to sign contracts and eventually went bankrupt; I have also seen those who were deceived and sold to prostitutes. The elderly are homeless and the children are living on the streets."

"He was a relative, and he helped me and my mother during a difficult time." Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed a little emotional, clenching her fists tightly. "But I really can't accept this kind of person. You can say I'm ungrateful. Anyway, I can't accept what my uncle did."

Mori Tsukisa nodded and asked again, "So Ms. Hiratsuka asked me to come out today?"

"My uncle's men and I are quite familiar with those guys. Attacking an orphanage is really a way to live up to my conscience."

The woman gnashed her teeth and said, "It can be considered as accumulating merit for my mother and grandmother. If it can help you and the orphanage, it would be great. I want to talk to him in front of you."

After saying this, Shizuka Hiratsuka turned and looked at the glass window.

There seemed to be an invisible dividing line between the foggy house and the dim street outside.

She stared at the glass window for a long time, her eyes as dark as the abyss without a ripple. The moon silently announced the ridiculous innocence of the woman on the glass.

Maybe.

Mori Yuesha said: "Many people can't do this, thinking 'I'm the only one who benefits, so why should I care about other people's death?' There are many people who think this way."

People do not hate rights, they just hate not having rights.

Once he gained power, his face immediately became more hateful than the one he hated.

So Mori Yuesa could understand the pressure in Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart and why she was so open with her, who seemed to be a stranger. She had no place to vent.

Shizuka Hiratsuka agreed with a wry smile, and she expressed her own mentality in a meaningful way: "When I was young, I was indeed very happy, even arrogant."

"Boys and girls in school envy me. They ask, 'Is that girl the eldest daughter of the Matsutani Society?' I never respond to these speculations. Whenever someone messes with me, my uncle's men will always come to help me."

"It wasn't until I entered society that I realized who doesn't like 'privileges'. It's just that this 'privilege' is based on exploitation of the weak. Maybe I'm too weak. I can't bear to see them destroying other people's lives with deception, violence and trickery. The Matsutani Society - a collection of all the dark sides, shouldn't exist."

"But what should I do for my uncle, this relative, who helped me?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka asked the question but didn't expect an answer.

She sipped the tea slowly, curled up in a chair dejectedly, hoping that some sunlight would shine through the window, but evening had already arrived for a while.

"Whether you accept it or not, doesn't it all depend on who you are?"

Mori Yuesha picked up a small candy and stuffed it into her mouth with a happy face: "Some people can take advantage of everyone without batting an eyelid. Some people foolishly die to save others. When it comes down to it, there is no right or wrong, it's just that people are different. I think Miss Hiratsuka already has the answer in her heart."

Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't show any expression, she just nodded calmly.

Chapter 33 Fujimoto Matsu's Stupidity

Five minutes later, Fujimoto Matsu walked in, exhausted.

He was wearing a wrinkled black suit and a silver necklace as thick as a finger around his neck. He pushed the door open with great force and it bounced against the wall, making a loud noise.

The noodle shop was quiet for a moment.

"I was wondering what's going on. So that's how it is?"

As soon as Fujimoto Matsu saw Mori Yuesa, his expression changed.

He walked up to her provocatively, pulled out a chair, and then sat down opposite Mori Yuesha with his legs apart.

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Fujimoto Matsu calmly.

"This year's dividends will be increased by another 20%. From now on, don't bother my mother and grandmother. Also, I know about this girl and the orphanage. Don't go there."

Mori Yuesa put her hands on her chest, crossed her legs and said nothing.

Fujimoto Matsu's face gradually turned darker.

"What bullshit!" He slammed the table.

The few scattered customers in the store all looked over here. The waiter hesitated, and when he saw Fujimoto Matsu's dress, he didn't know whether he should come over. In the end, he lowered his head and ran to the kitchen.

"With this little money, you want to leave Songgu Society?"

Fujimoto Matsu stretched his neck and said to Hiratsuka Shizuka with a half-smile: "Miss Hiratsuka? Do you really think you are a lady? You have received a lot of help from the Matsutani Association over the years, right?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka said coldly: "Do you mean when I was in school, the boy who pursued me was beaten for no reason, or that no matter where my mother and I moved, someone would come to 'visit' the next day?"

"Am I underage, Fujimoto 'little brother'?"