The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Mori Shizue's assessment of the so-called private school was very accurate: it was simply a social venue specifically for the children of nobles.

Although I've heard that this place has good teachers and is a proper place to study.

However, on her first day here, Shizue Mori didn't even know which way the classroom door opened.

The organizers prepared a banquet hall, simply decorated it, and a dozen or so people from different families or of noble status gathered together, chatting and laughing.

Among them are many who already consider themselves students of that university.

Mori Shizue felt disgusted; though her body seemed to still be there, her soul had actually been gone for a while.

While maintaining an elegant demeanor, she absentmindedly twirled a bland pastry between her two slender fingers, taking small bites. Just then, someone approached and asked, "Hey, why isn't Qingye here?"

Mori Shizue looked up and saw that it was the daughter of the Sanjo family.

She smiled politely and said, "She prefers private tutoring to private school, so she didn't come."

"I see," said Miss Sanjo. "It's a pity, I haven't seen her for a while. I even prepared some gifts for her."

"You're too kind," Mori Shizue said.

"And that person, um..." Miss Sanjo hesitated, then asked, "Where is the one who checked into your house?"

"You mean Kirihara Akira?" Mori Shizue asked.

"Yes, that's the one I was asking about."

"As for him, my mother may have other plans; it's still uncertain," Mori Shizue said ambiguously.

"Oh." Miss Sanjo clutched her chest, looking somewhat nervous.

"What's wrong? Have you seen him before?"

Miss Sanjo shook her head and said, "I've only heard some rumors. The lady is kind-hearted and took in Kirihara Akira, but Kirihara Akira has a shady background, and it's said that he's not a good person either. I was worried about what would happen if he came to the private school, but thankfully he didn't."

Mori Shizue's expression showed slight surprise, but she quickly suppressed it.

Ms. Sanjo continued, "Ms. Shizue, you don't usually have much interaction with him, do you?"

Mori Shizue didn't know how to respond to that sentence for a moment.

Ms. Sanjo said to herself, "Nitta said you weren't familiar with him. Although Nitta's expression was a little strange when he said that, it's good that you're alright."

Mori Shizue felt a surge of anger, feeling inexplicably furious, yet unable to articulate why she was angry.

"I have some things to attend to and must leave now." Mori Shizue stood up and said, "Please give my regards to Ms. Sanjo."

"Okay." Seeing her reaction, Ms. Sanjo was a little confused, but she didn't think too much about it.

......

When Shizue Mori came outside, Kawasaki was already waiting in his car by the roadside.

Once she got into the car and sat in the back seat, Kirihara Akira immediately said, "You don't look too happy. Did you run into someone you don't like?"

This guy's insight is still so sharp... Mori Shizue let out a long breath and said, "I ran into someone who wasn't so unpleasant, but said some unpleasant things."

"What did I say to make you so angry?" Kirihara Akira said with a smile, "You're one of the most good-tempered people I've ever met."

"I..." Mori Shizue opened her mouth, but suddenly felt unsure of her own feelings.

Did Sanjo say anything that should make me angry? It seems not, she just said some bad things about Kirihara Akira.

Mori Shizue glanced at Kirihara Akira, and Kirihara Akira glanced at her in return, then the two of them tacitly looked away.

"Forget about that," Mori Shizue said coolly. "Which part have you taken a fancy to?"

Kirihara Akira smiled slightly and said, "Ueda Entertainment Center."

"what?"

"what?"

The two 'ah' sounds came from an old man and a young woman, Kawasaki and Mori Shizue.

"Shall we go to the entertainment center for inspiration?" Mori Shizue couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, right." Kirihara Akatsuki patted the front seat with a smile and said, "Kawasaki-kun, lead the way, okay?"

......

......

Inside the entertainment center, Mori Shizue was completely baffled and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

"Let's play," Kirihara Akira said simply.

Mori Shizue looked down at her dress and said angrily, "Do you think this is an outfit that's practical for moving around in?"

Kirihara Akira said, "I don't bowl, I don't play billiards, and I don't do any activities that require a lot of physical activity."

He pointed to a sign not far away and said, "Arcade. You've probably never been inside one, have you?"

Mori Shizue stared at him and said bluntly, "Are you confusing me with my sister? This seems like a place she likes to come to."

Kirihara Akatsuki shrugged and said, "You've never been here before, so you'll only know if you like it or not after you try it, right?"

"No need to try." Shizue Mori shook her head and said, "I hate noisy and chaotic places, and I definitely wouldn't like playing any games there."

......

"Huh? How do you drift? And how do you turn this steering wheel?"

"Why do I always get into car accidents!"

"This isn't fun, let's play a different game."

"Gun, shooting is fun!"

Kirihara Akira had expected Mori Shizue to be attracted and to become fascinated by something new, but he never imagined that this guy would fall for it so quickly, at lightning speed, a true liberation of his nature.

Moreover, Shizue Mori and Kiyoha Mori are the same kind of people. They are both bad at the game and love to play. The worse they are, the more they love to play. After playing for a while, they get angry with themselves. After getting angry, they immediately turn their attention to the next project and feel that they can do it again.

At this moment, Mori Shizue, holding a gun with a wire attached, struck a serious pose. Her usual composure and calmness beyond her years were gone; her face was flushed with excitement, and she made "piu, piu" sounds.

Kirihara Akira chuckled and said, "Your gun-holding posture is pretty standard."

Without turning her head, Mori Shizue said, "I saw Kurokawa and Kawasaki carrying guns before, they..."

She suddenly realized she'd spoken out of turn, grabbed the gun in one hand, covered her mouth with the other, blinked, and looked at Kirihara Akira, saying, "They're all legally armed, so it shouldn't be a problem to tell, right?"

Kirihara Akira scratched his head and chuckled, "As long as you have a certificate, there's no problem."

"Huh?" The loud music in the arcade prevented her from hearing what Kirihara Akira said.

Kirihara Akatsuki rolled her eyes and shouted, "Don't worry, they can't hear you!"

"Oh." Shizue Mori turned her head back and continued to struggle with the zombies on the screen.

Even though the machine didn't insert any coins.

Kirihara Akira pulled the trigger and inserted a coin.

This game is quite old, the graphics are dated, the screen is pixelated, and the blood splatter is just a blurry mess. But even with these graphics, Mori Shizue was still thrilled enough to scream.

Hearing the girl next to her scream, Kirihara Akira had only one thought in her mind: Mori Kiyoha really knows her older sister well.