The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Then she suddenly realized that she had just said, "How stupid."

She was talking about herself, but the young man in front of her misunderstood.

Mori Kiyoha's small mouth opened slightly, subconsciously wanting to explain, but the words stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out. She wanted to swallow them back down, but there was an indescribable sense of resentment.

She clenched her fist. Words stuck in her throat for too long would lose their meaning, so Sen Qingye decided to turn the subject around and say it in a different way: "It's unbelievable that anyone would believe that my sister, who always speaks in a low voice, would be an enemy."

Kirihara Akira nodded, thinking: So they were talking about those rumors.

"It's really foolish, really absurd," Kirihara Akatsuki said with a smile. "But Second Miss, are you willing to talk to me now?"

"Thank me," Mori Kiyoha said calmly.

Kirihara Akira burst into laughter.

Their conversation attracted attention, with some people staring at Mori Kiyoha in disbelief, wondering why she would get close to someone of such low birth as Kirihara Akira.

Mori Kiyoha didn't even look at them, but her message was clear: "If I were you, I wouldn't let them get away with this."

Kirihara Akira was not annoyed; she remained as gentle and natural as ever, with an annoying smile playing on her lips.

Mori Kiyoha was somewhat dazed, as if she realized when she had become such a conflicted fool.

Perhaps it's because Kirihara Akatsuki is no different from the raindrops brushing against the flowers and leaves outside the window.

It's all Mori Shizue's fault, always saying such pointless things, making me overthink... Mori Kiyoha turned her head and bit her lip in a direction he couldn't see.

She stood up and said, "Actually, the problem is easy to solve. Why don't we just go find Mori Shizue and ask her clearly?"

"Huh?" Kirihara Akira didn't expect her to be so wild. Before she could say anything, Kirihara Akira had already strode away from the classroom.

Kirihara Akira shrugged and followed.

The combination of the two is quite eye-catching... mainly because Mori Kiyoha is the most eye-catching.

Good-looking people always attract attention. Mori Kiyoha goes without saying, and Kirihara Akira's appearance is also quite outstanding.

Tall and slender, with striking features, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, the two walked side by side, a perfect match.

However, in today's world of rampant rumors, such a match seems out of place.

School is a small society, and not everyone pays attention to rumors. A momentary rumor is not enough to make Kirihara Akira a well-known celebrity in the whole school, but there will still be those piercing gazes cast upon her.

Some of those "in the know" shifted their focus from attack to suspicion.

If Shizue Mori and Akira Kirihara have a conflict, why is Shizue Mori's sister walking peacefully with Akira Kirihara in the hallway?

Kirihara Akira couldn't help but wonder if this was the purpose of Mori Kiyoha's visit today—to eliminate... or at least to some extent reverse the rumors.

This shy little girl is actually quite gentle.

Sen Qingye, standing to the side, said calmly, "After what happened before, the underworld won't dare to make any rash moves anytime soon."

Kirihara Akira nodded and said, "Actually, I'm not afraid of them causing trouble."

After a moment of silence, Mori Kiyoha said, "I believe you."

Shizue Mori's club was in the same building as the school, and their brief time walking side by side came to an end.

Some mischievous students usually loiter outside the club room.

"It's like a pilgrimage every day," Kirihara Akira couldn't help but say.

Mori Kiyoha's lips curled into a cold smile: "Because they dare not come to me."

Upon hearing this, Kirihara Akira suddenly remembered that, in the eyes of outsiders, Mori Kiyoha was a rebellious rich girl who hung out with delinquents.

Mori Kiyoha opened the door and walked in as if no one else was there.

The moment she stepped inside, Mori Kiyoha frowned, making no attempt to hide her disgust. She said, "So there are already flies inside."

Kirihara Akira was behind her, and her gaze passed over the silver thread to see the "fly" she was pointing to.

It was a male student, talking to Shizue Mori about something.

Mori Shizue remained silent, flipping through a book, her face expressionless. Kirihara Akira, however, always sensed that she was utterly hopeless. Seeing her sister and Kirihara Akira arrive, Mori Shizue finally offered a faint smile:

"You've arrived."

The male student paused in his rambling, then turned around and beamed when he first saw Mori Kiyoha. But when he saw Kirihara Akira behind him, his face instantly fell, and he made no attempt to hide his malicious intent.

"Kirigaya Akira," the male student called out.

Kirihara Akatsuki glanced at him and asked curiously, "Do we know each other?"

The male student didn't answer, but looked at Mori Kiyoha and said, "Recently, some strange people have infiltrated the school, and they may be spreading some bad influences. I'm here to warn you all to be careful."

Kirihara Akira almost lost her composure.

What a simple and straightforward attack.

After saying that, the male student took a step back and said, "I've delivered the reminder. I'll be going now. I'll visit your home another time. Goodbye."

……

Mori Shizue closed the book, let out a long sigh, and said angrily, "You must rub salt in it, rub salt in it, to send away the plague god."

Mori Kiyoha said with a cold laugh, "I came here to ask about the situation, but as soon as I walked in, the situation became clear."

"What's going on?" Kirihara Akira had some guesses, but overall he was still completely confused.

"Takuma Ando is a newly minted scion of a wealthy family, having built his fortune over twenty years," Mori Kiyoha explained. "He's like a piece of chewing gum, especially persistent these last two years."

"Oh." Kirihara Akira nodded. "He's the source of all this gossip?"

"Most likely, these guys' families don't have much of a foundation, so they're used to using these underhanded methods," Mori Kiyoha said. "And they don't even try to hide it."

The two started chatting, while Mori Shizue watched them without saying a word.

It was Mori Kiyoha who truly understood her twin sister. Seeing Mori Shizue's hesitant expression, she bluntly said, "What are you looking at?"

Mori Shizue shook her head and said, "It's nothing... To add one more thing, the rumors were mainly spread by me. When asked, he didn't dare to admit it. He's too insidious."

"That's true," Kirihara Akira said. "But I don't understand why I'd target him. Could it be that he likes you and is jealous because I moved into the Mori family home?"

"That's possible," Mori Kiyoha sneered. "'Nobles,' you know, can't think of any other tricks besides genital social interaction."

"Cough cough!" Mori Shizue stared wide-eyed at her younger sister.

"That's how it is," Mori Kiyoha said, raising her head.

"Alright," Mori Shizue said helplessly, "Kirihara-kun, you don't need to worry about this. If you really mind, you can come find me here after class in the future."

Kirihara Akira shook her head and said, "Actually, I don't care that much."

Mori Shizue nodded, then suddenly said somewhat awkwardly, "Actually, I wanted to ask you if you like detective novels."

Kirihara Akira suddenly realized that Mori Shizue was indeed a true bookworm.

He said, "I like suspenseful works, and if possible, I would really like to discuss them."

Suddenly, Mori Kiyoha, who was standing next to him, asked, "What kind of detective novel is it?"

Mori Shizue was a gentle and easy-going person. When she heard this question, a faint "well" shape appeared on her forehead because she clearly remembered how hard she had recommended her favorite detective novels to Mori Kiyoha over the past year.

No matter what kind of masterpiece it is, it will all become this guy's pillow.

She never once asked about the book.

The twins' unspoken understanding turned Shizue Mori's gaze into a sharp knife, almost piercing Kiyoha Mori through.

Sen Qingye knew what that gaze meant, so she turned her head away, her expression unchanged, except that her pink and delicate earlobes turned bright red.