The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

The following day, Kirihara Akira was enrolled in school.

June is not the start of the school year, so the prestigious Dongcheng School gained an inconspicuous transfer student.

He was like air in the classroom, causing no ripples on the surface.

It's hard to say this is a deliberate, malicious neglect. After the enrollment season and the period following class assignments, students' social circles and hierarchies are basically fixed. Outsiders naturally face more scrutiny and need to be better at "reading the room."

Moreover, everyone openly or secretly warned or reminded Kirihara Akira not to reveal his relationship with the Mori family, so in most people's eyes, Kirihara Akira was a lucky guy from the countryside.

Dongcheng is a prestigious school with a very high deviation score, making it a semi-elite school. Many elites and nobles frequent it. Before confirming that Wuyuan Xiao would not transmit the "poor and stingy virus," no one would be willing to take the initiative to contact Wuyuan Xiao.

This is not active bullying, but a natural form of discipline, where people instinctively perceive differences as a threat.

However, this was not a big problem for Kirihara Akira.

Social skills are the most important lesson that secret agents must learn.

He integrated into some small groups in the class and got to know some people with almost no effort, within a week.

For example, a Chinese student studying abroad next to him cursed him in an almost distorted tone: "Damn it, the Japanese can get away with anything on their own turf. I've been here for a year and I haven't seen a single woman come to me to learn Chinese."

Kirihara Akatsuki smiled without showing her teeth and said, "How could that be? Didn't someone ask you what 'sao your mother' means?"

After he finished speaking, the man's face became even more distorted.

The girl next to me blinked, rested her chin on her hands, and asked curiously, "Kirigaya-kun, what is he saying to you?"

The female classmate was referring to Li Changqing, the Chinese exchange student who had just spoken with Kirihara Akira.

Kirihara Akira flicked her bangs with her finger and smiled, "He complimented me on my Chinese."

The female student smiled and praised, "You're amazing! You speak English so well, and you can even communicate with Changqing, who is an international student, in Chinese. Could you teach me? I'm really bad at learning foreign languages."

"It's a pity we're having an English class right now. I'll definitely teach you a few Chinese phrases when we have the chance later," Kirihara Akira said sincerely, trying to appease him.

Dongcheng has accepted many foreign students, and occasionally holds foreign language classes like this one, which are mainly for casual conversation. The spacious classroom is set up with four large round tables, where students can freely form groups and converse freely in English.

It's more of a fun teaching method, not very mandatory. After a few awkward chats, we went back to our native languages.

"It's a deal." The girl smiled sweetly, wanting to say more, but her classmates were calling out to her, so she had to say goodbye with a touch of reluctance.

Turning his head again, Kirihara Akira saw Li Changqing looking at him with a resentful gaze.

Kirihara Akira couldn't hold back and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sigh, it's good to be handsome. Women will flock to you whenever you want," Li Changqing sighed.

Kirihara Akira grinned and said, "The technique of catering to someone's preferences can make up for many numerical deficiencies."

"...Go to hell, you're beating around the bush and saying I'm ugly, huh?" Li Changqing laughed and cursed.

An unexpected encounter with an old friend in a foreign land quickly turned their relationship into one of bickering friends, and the rude swearing actually made Kirihara Akira feel close to him.

Kirihara Akira turned her gaze away and said meaningfully, "Besides, not everyone is willing to let me 'cater to their tastes'."

Li Changqing followed Wuyuan Xiao's gaze and saw a girl with striking silver-gray short hair sitting at the round table in front of him.

Li Changqing was startled, instinctively shrinking his neck and lowering his voice, "You don't actually have a crush on her, do you?"

"Is that not okay?" Kirihara Akatsuki asked honestly, showing none of the shyness a young person would have when talking about feelings.

This attitude actually put Li Changqing at ease, making him think that Kirihara Akira was joking.

He laughed and said, "You don't know who she is?"

Kirihara Akira shook her head.

"That's true, you just transferred here... Sen Qingye, the heiress of the Sen family, that's a real elite family." Li Changqing chuckled and said, "Many people like her, but no one has ever succeeded, and there are quite a few rumors about her."

"Rumors?" Kirihara Akira became interested.

Li Changqing looked around mysteriously and said, "It is said, it is said, that she broke the leg of someone who came close to her, and it was not an isolated case."

Later, some people said that every male who approached her met a bad end, with the unluckiest one being thrown into the river.

Kirihara Akatsuki raised an eyebrow: "Did someone witness it?"

"There are too many eyewitnesses," Li Changqing said. "She did these things in public; she's the kind of person who needs bodyguards to go to school."

"And those who associate with her... I've heard they're not exactly good people. Of course, this is more like a rumor, because no one has actually seen her hanging out with anyone. Most of the time she's alone."

"So brutal," Kirihara Akira exclaimed, suddenly remembering what Mori Shizue had told him that day:

"Don't think of her as a bad person."

What kind of person is Mori Kiyoha?

As the two were talking, Mori Kiyoha, who was in front, seemed to have a telepathic connection and sensed that someone was talking behind their backs. She turned around and glanced at Kirihara Akira.

It's hard to describe the feeling in those beautiful eyes.

What kind of emotion—calm, scrutiny, disdain, or something else? It's always like a knife, stabbing deep into the heart.

She only glanced at it once before turning her head back.

Li Changqing, standing next to him, shivered. He chuckled in a lower voice and said, "Even with these rumors, quite a few people still like her. They think that although her eyes are fierce, she has a certain charm."

"..." Kirihara Akira glanced at him, said nothing, and simply moved her chair a little further away from him.

"What do you mean? I wasn't talking about myself."

Kirihara Akatsuki moved even further away.

"It really wasn't me!"

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The day spent joking around with Li Changqing passed quickly, but unfortunately, he didn't have the energy to investigate what kind of person Sen Qingye really was.

Schools in Japan end early. After lunch break, the day's classes are over in less than two hours, leaving time for club activities.

However, he did not join any gangs, which gave him more freedom of action.

Over the past week, he has been socializing frequently, not because he wants to integrate into the student groups at the school, but simply because he needs to quickly understand and take control of his surroundings.

Most importantly, this was Shizue Mori's request.

That day in the library, the note she handed to Kirihara Akira contained intelligence. This intelligence was based on a specific case, starting with the experiences of a small group of students at the school and alluding to the underworld outside the school.

The information within the school was relatively easy to verify. She didn't know what method she used to confirm several victims being targeted by the underworld, but she could only guess what the victims did outside the school and make further inferences based on those guesses.

Further confirmation requires Akira Kirihara to investigate personally.

This proves that the caged canary only had some freedom of movement within the school.

He spent a week identifying several victims and confirming the perpetrators' methods.

In this parallel world, compared to the world Song Xinyuan lived in, many things have not yet happened, or have not fully happened. Although the eras are similar, in Japan, the chaos brought about by the underworld is still at a relatively high level of activity.

So at this point, Kirihara Akira could still see some retro methods. For male students, the common approach was to offer them a large sum of money to lure them into transporting a package that was not allowed to be opened, from one place to another, often for a reward of tens of thousands of yen.

The packages were filled with contraband, and the entire delivery process was filmed and used as a tool for blackmail.

If it's a woman, especially one with some looks, a "talent scout" will come up and extend an invitation. They have many dirty tricks up their sleeves when it comes to women. For example, the woman he's currently following, a third-year student at Higashima University, Momozawa Koharu, was targeted by a "talent scout" just two days ago. According to the procedure, she should have been taken advantage of by a talent scout by today.

He has compiled and reported the situation of each victim to Shizue Mori.

All the victims were either already trapped and couldn't be helped, or they could be persuaded to come back privately. Only Momozawa Koharu was a bit special.

She has a very stubborn head.

She firmly believes that she is a pearl that has finally been discovered, and a future superstar.

Even when the police visited her and her parents to provide counseling and explain the scam, they still couldn't make her see reality clearly.

You can't blame her; those black moles are masters at finding human weaknesses and exploiting them.

After learning about the situation, Shizue Mori remained silent for a long time, clearly somewhat troubled. However, she finally said, "I understand. I'll handle the rest."

Kirihara Akira was very curious about what method Mori Shizue would use to solve the problem.

Outside the school, in a long, narrow commercial street, in an old, quiet corner that had never been renovated, Kirihara Akira sat on a bench, watching helplessly as Momozawa Koharu was taken away.

It's almost time; the actors should be on stage now.

After that, what he saw on the street was... Mori Kiyoha.