Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Chapter 54 The person Miles fears

Harley didn't tell Mori Yuesa and Nagini what happened at home.

Where else can she go?

She has nowhere to go.

Because of the gift, she was not severely punished for coming home late before - she was just not allowed to go out for two days, although she heard Aunt Petunia say this to Uncle Vernon in private:

'Dear, you are right to listen to me.' Petunia leaned back in the sofa comfortably, smearing Harry's gifts on her face: those bottles and jars. 'Children, especially girls - Vernon, you have to believe me, I know these rich people too well.'

'You can't always rush it, because just after giving a bunch of gifts, it changes.'

'Then it's exposed.'

She put too much on her face, and from time to time she would pick up her fingers and gently rub various parts of her face, looking very professional: "Listen to me, let Harley "disappear" for a day or two, and then I will go find the little princess."

Vernon snapped his pen shut and pulled out a piece of black wrapping paper from the low cabinet: 'What?'

'Say, give her the things back.'

Vernon's face instantly dropped: "Petney." He shook the pen velvet box in his hand: "I'm planning to give away the first one."

"It's just talk," the wife rolled her eyes disdainfully: "How stupid."

"As a parent, if I refuse a gift, it would certainly make us look very..."

'very…'

She wanted to find an appropriate word to describe them, but maybe the word was too far away and she couldn't remember it.

"Anyway, do you think the little princess from a rich family would agree? They value their reputation more than anything else."

Vernon muttered, "We too..."

Penny slapped her cheeks a few times and gave her husband a wink like a middle-aged woman: "If I refuse, the little princess will not only not agree to us returning the gift to her, but she might even look up to our family - as long as she can become friends with Harry, these things," she pointed to the pen: "Aren't they always available?"

Who knows, maybe because of the rejection, she can give Harry more gifts.

Rich people like this. She knows it.

'What are you going to say? ' Vernon agreed with his wife's words - it seemed that making friends without any ulterior motives was much better than making friends with utilitarian motives.

'My dear, my Harley has received the little gift you sent.' Penny pretended to rehearse it for her husband, put her legs in place, and put on an approachable face: 'But, we can't accept it...' She made a regretful expression: 'I'm glad that Harley can be your friend - maybe those gifts are nothing to you, but they are too expensive for us, dear...'

Penny clapped her hands.

End. She looked at her husband smugly: "The things have been bought, of course she has to say "it's nothing" and strongly ask us to accept it - Vernon, guess what, the next time she buys a gift for Harry..."

'Will you take us along?'

Wow.

My wife...

Pretty smart.

Vernon gave a thumbs up: "Bring some gifts to our good boy, and try to let the little princess know our son. Good boy, better than Harry..."

Penny rolled her eyes at him.

'Don't worry, dear. We have to take it step by step and let Harley get used to it first - that's all she's good for.'

A pair of feet that were about to step in retreated.

Harry lowered his head and returned to his storage room.

She would never, ever let Aunt Petunia cheat her sister out of her money.

Not even a coin.

As for Mori Tsukisa's reaction...

She hadn't seen Harley in the past two days and was discussing other things with Miles.

About the spooky things that happened in this old professor's class.

"You need to tell me what happened in detail." Nagini pulled Mori Yuesha's arm to stop her from playing with her hair, and wanted to know what happened that made this actually very brave old man choose to run away with his two children.

Speaking of ghost things in the classroom...

Miles looked very unnatural.

"It's just…it's weird."

"Gone?"

"…Um."

Gone.

——What is this?

Can you be more specific?

Miles rubbed his face and said dryly, "You'll know it when you see it... Let me make it clear first, the two 'magician' ladies - I'm not sure what it is, and I'm not sure if the 'terrible' I described is really that terrible."

Meaning...

Maybe he was overthinking it.

A misunderstanding.

Nagini pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds.

She now began to wonder if the old professor was just bored:

'A monster appeared in the academy so I took the two children and ran away.', 'But now I'm not sure if it's a monster, so it's very likely that everything is normal, the weather is fine, the dinner is delicious, the sleep quality is good... I'm overthinking.'

Miles nodded helplessly, acknowledging the doubt in Nagini's eyes.

"I know this is absurd... Anyway, you will understand when you see it tomorrow." The old man rubbed his hands. After experiencing the big scene brought to him by Mori Yuesha, he now began to doubt whether he had thought too much before...

Are you in a bad mental state recently?

Or, is there something wrong with your body?

"I have to find time to go get a checkup..." He muttered, holding onto the chair to stand up, and turned back to remind him: "Come with me, I'll put you next to the seat it usually sits..."

"that's all…"

"Maybe I should go check my head..."

Miles's "uncertainty" made Mori Yuesha and Nagini even more curious - what on earth was it?

So, the next day, the leisurely master and servant got into the fully armed old professor's car.

——Fully armed means that he wore an extra pair of leather gloves and a woolen hat.

Drive all the way to school.

It seems that Miles is quite popular among students. Many of them came up to say hello on the way. Of course, some of them tried to get close to Mori Yuesha or Nagini under the pretext of saying hello - there is a difference:

Most of the young men at their prime age prefer maids who are tall, have smooth lines, and have faces that have the charm of an adult woman; while the girls mostly like to bend down and chat with Mori Yuesa.

They were very interested in her.

Nagini said that both men and women please come and tease me, but don't touch my master.

——Do you know how much she can't resist temptation?

Miles and the eye-catching master and servant greeted each other as they entered the classroom.

By the way, this university is quite famous.

"there."

Miles stood outside the door and quietly pointed in a direction (his finger was hidden in his sleeve), "Fifth row, see? In front of that boy. You two better..."

Before he could say anything, Mori Yuesha had already led Nagini over.

Have a nice day back to school, old fart.

"Hey, are you here for Mr. Miles' class too?"

The straight black-haired woman sitting in the seat glanced at Mori Yuesa rudely, and shifted her attention away after about half a second - she just moved her head very slightly.

Mori Yuesha didn't care. She sat down excitedly, leaned on her arm, raised her finger and pointed at the corner of her eye: "Look, we all have one. Do you like shopping? Your shoes are fake, right? I have a real pair, and your stitching is too rough..."

Nagini felt her headache coming back.

Be nice, have a friendly exchange, and then decide what's wrong with this girl that's causing Miles to hide.

What about friendliness?

Owner?

Mori Yuesha blinked her big eyes as if to say, 'I reminded her that she was wearing fake goods, but she's still not friendly enough?'

Regardless of whether it was a provocation or something else, the words "I have a real pair" finally made the cold-faced girl react - she turned her head and examined the girl sitting next to her.

They have similar teardrop moles, but...

——But to Nagini, it was completely different.

This girl is beautiful...

But that extremely seductive but cold face... a face full of world-weariness.

No matter how you look at it, it makes people feel hostile.

Nagini didn't like her the first time they met.

Mori Yuesha swung her toes that could just touch the ground, raised her arms, and put her fingertips together: "What's your name? I ate a lot today, do you like sweets or..."

"Kawakami."

The cold woman stared at Mori Yuesha's outstretched hand, without any intention of responding.

Her elegant posture revealed an arrogance that seemed to be solidifying into reality, as if she wanted to quickly get rid of the chattering girl in front of her.

"Tomie Kawakami."

Tsk.

Nagini became increasingly dissatisfied.

Chapter 55 Greed, Vanity, and Jealousy

"Kawakami...Tomie?"

Mori Yuesa blinked.

"It's too rude to ask someone else's name without telling your own." Kawakami Tomie twisted her fingers pretentiously, looking at her shrinking hands in mid-air, and said slowly: "Or do you have no concept of 'manners'?" She glanced at Mori Yuesha's clothes: "How can someone who wears fake goods like me say such things?"

Nagini stood up suddenly, with a gloomy look on her face.

"Don't let anything happen, don't let anything happen..." The old man on the podium was almost drowned in sweat: "Ahem... Ninth century BC...?"

The class has to continue.

Miles raised his hand and asked Nagini to sit down.

"All the wealth you have ever seen in your life combined is not even one tenth of what my master has." The maid looked dangerously at the woman whose almond eyes kept flashing with inexplicable emotions. "Impolite woman, what qualifications do you have to talk about 'politeness'?"

wealth…

Kawakami Tomie glanced at her slightly parted hair and rolled her eyes: "I don't understand what you are saying..."

Nagini raised her chin, which made her swan-like neck look even more eerily long. "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to tell the real thing from the fake, and I would never show off my ignorance in front of so many people to a level that would make people laugh for the whole day."

I don’t know who blew a loud whistle at the right time, and as the whistle cut through the classroom, bursts of laughter rang out one after another.

Watching two women, especially two young and beautiful women, bickering and even tearing each other apart...

It's really exciting.

"Oh?" The woman looked calm, without the anger or shame that Nagini had expected. She turned her head curiously and looked at Mori Yuesha carefully for the second time: carefully, from head to toe - finally, her eyes stopped at Mori Yuesha's face.

A rich...girl.