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"Your rights stop at respecting her choices as an individual, Ms. Mori Minami."

Jiujo Renji glanced at his "national-level" actress mother:

"Wakaba Mutsu will continue to participate in all Ave Mujica events, including the Osaka performance. If you try to stop..."

He didn't finish the threat, but the meaning was clear.

The servants around were a little at a loss.

Wakaba Mu followed closely behind Kujo Renji.

As the two of them walked through the entrance and stepped into the sunlight outside, the girl bit her lower lip tightly.

Kujo Renji noticed her change and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Behind him, the door of the mansion was slammed shut with a muffled sound.

.......

Walking out of Senmei's mansion, the early summer sunshine poured down, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.

Wakaba Mu lowered her head, her light green hair falling on both sides of her cheeks, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt.

Her steps were very light, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, but she followed closely behind Jiujo Liansi, half a step away, refusing to fall behind.

Kujo Renji slowed down his pace and turned his head to look at her.

Ruo Ye Mu immediately lowered her head, her golden eyes avoiding his gaze, her lips trembling slightly, as if she had a lot to say but didn't know where to start.

"hand."

Kujo Renji suddenly spoke.

Ruoye Mu was stunned and subconsciously stretched out his right hand.

Jiujo Liansi gently held her wrist and looked at the girl

"Don't be so nervous." He said softly, "It's over."

Ruoye Mu's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting tiny shadows in the sunlight.

She raised her eyes cautiously, her golden eyes filled with complex emotions—uneasiness, hesitation, and a hint of imperceptible expectation.

As if he had guessed what Ruoye Mu was thinking, Jiujo Renji did not continue speaking, but suddenly smiled and asked:

"Would you like something to drink?"

Ruoye Mu was stunned.

Of course, Kujo Renji didn't give her time to think. He took the girl's hand and walked into the convenience store.

An electronic sound rang out and the automatic door opened.

The air conditioning in the convenience store is a bit low, but it is very suitable during the season change.

Only then did Kujo Renji realize that the summer of soda and cicadas was about to come again.

the other side.

Wakaba Mu stood in front of the freezer and hesitated for a full two minutes.

His fingertips hovered over different brands of drinks before he finally chose the same brand as the one in Kujo Renji's hand.

At the cashier counter, she stared at the mints on the display shelf for a long time, but quickly looked away when the clerk looked up.

"Give."

Kujo Renji pushed the mint candy and soda in front of her.

Wakaba Mutsu opened his eyes wide, and his light eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes.

She took it with both hands and pressed the cold bottle against her skirt. The water droplets on the bottle wet the girl's skirt, leaving dark spots.

——This child is too reserved.

Kujo Renji suddenly had a headache.

Logically speaking, this should be the heart-to-heart talk after the "strategy is successful".

But the girl didn't say a word.

Now he has no idea what the other party is thinking.

His strategy...

There should be nothing wrong, right?

In fact, emotional expressions like the one just now, and the kind of dissatisfaction caused by others, are very rare for Kujo Renji.

He himself seemed to realize this.

So all emotions were attributed to the fact that "in order to conquer Wakaba Mutsu".

As for the real situation...

Only God knows.

Ruoye Mu held the bottle of soda carefully, as if he didn't know how to open it, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

She pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and her light green hair fell behind her ears as she exerted a little force.

But no matter how hard she tried, the bottle cap wouldn't budge.

Jiujo Renji couldn't help but chuckle as he saw how she even exerted force on her shoulders.

He reached out and took the soda bottle, their fingertips touching briefly on the cool glass.

Ruoye Mu quickly retracted his hand as if he was scalded, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his golden eyes.

The blue-haired girl gently pressed down the bottle cap, and with a soft "pop" sound, the glass marble fell.

Fine bubbles immediately jumped happily at the mouth of the bottle, making a slight "sizzling" sound.

When Jiujo Renji handed the soda back, Ruoye Mu lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"Thanks..."

She took the soda bottle with both hands and took a sip, imitating Kujo Renji.

The next second, the girl's eyes widened, her golden pupils shrinking slightly in surprise. The stimulating sensation of the carbonated bubbles exploding on her tongue caught her off guard, and her small nose wrinkled immediately.

"Well...!"

Ruoye Mu hurriedly covered her mouth. The soda rolled in her mouth, stimulating her to the point that tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She looked at Kujo Renji at a loss, her long light green hair swaying slightly as she shook her head, as if protesting against this sudden "attack".

When Jiujo Renji looked at her like this, the curve of his mouth deepened.

He reached out and gently patted Wakaba Mu's back, feeling her shoulder blades trembling slightly due to choking.

"Haven't you ever had it before?"

Wakaba Mu nodded, his cheeks flushed slightly due to the embarrassment he had just felt.

She took another sip carefully, this time prepared, but still squinted her eyes unconsciously the moment the bubbles burst, like a kitten dazzled by the sun.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows at their feet.

Ruoye Mu sat on a bench by the roadside holding a bottle of soda. She paused after every sip. Occasionally, bubbles would come up, and her shoulders would tremble. Her light eyelashes were almost transparent in the sunlight.

Looking at the girl's appearance, Kujo Renji found it a little funny.

But he soon noticed that the corner of the girl's mouth seemed to be cracked.

He turned his head to look at her: "Does it hurt?"

Ruoye Mu was slightly startled, then realized that he was asking about his bitten lip.

She shook her head slightly, but her tongue unconsciously licked the tiny wound, tasting a hint of rust.

The sound of bubbles gushing out was particularly clear in the quiet street.

Ruoye Mu took small sips, his Adam's apple rolling slightly as he swallowed.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on her face.

The atmosphere was particularly warm, as if the previous conflict at Wakaba's house had never happened.

He looked at Ruoye Mu's drooping eyelashes, on which were still drenched tears, reflecting tiny rays of light in the sunlight.

In a sense, my goal should have been achieved.

After all, it was Mu who was in front of him now, not Mortis.

The departure of Xiao Mo, who has a "protective" personality, also shows that the individual "Ruoye Mu" no longer feels that there is danger in the outside world... right?

Although he had read a lot of psychology materials, Kujo Renji was still a little unsure about Wakaba Mu's current condition.

Finally, seeing the girl lowering her head, Kujo Renji couldn't help but ask:

"Where's Mortis?"

Wakaba Mu paused. She slowly puffed up her cheeks, a childish expression that looked particularly awkward on her face.

The light green hair tips swayed as she tilted her head slightly, casting fine shadows on her neck.

"She was locked up by me."

The voice was muffled, with a barely perceptible hint of anger.

Jiujo Liansi raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed in his amber eyes, and then turned into understanding.

It turns out that Mortis's "proud" abilities are nothing compared to Wakaba Mu's authority.

This is like the relationship between system administrators and ordinary users - no matter how proud ordinary users are of their mastery of certain skills, it is all in vain in front of administrators with the highest authority.

He observed two seconds of silence for Xiao Mo in his heart.

Feiwu Xiaomo is probably disturbing her little mental cell...

Then Kujo Renji realized a very critical problem:

"Before that, when Mortis was in control..."

He didn't finish his question. Ruoye Mu tilted his head, his golden eyes staring straight at him, the answer self-evident.

Even during the time when Mortis was in control, Wakaba Mu knew what was happening.

There might be delays, but she wasn't kept in the dark.

Wouldn't that mean that the plan I discussed with Xiao Mo to let Xiao Mo take control of the body would be exposed?

What the hell is the difference between this and plotting a rebellion in person?

Alas, Xiao Mo, you have caused great harm to your teacher.

It seems that we are not clear about Kujo Renji's mental activities.

Ruoye Mu suddenly reached out and gently touched the wound on the back of Kujo Renji's hand with his fingertips.

"Does it hurt?"

She returned the question in its original form, her voice still soft.

Kujo Renji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, but saw Wakaba Mutsu take out a brand new Band-Aid from his pocket - with the same funny cucumber pattern.

She carefully tore open the package, her movements clumsy but serious. When she replaced the old Band-Aid, her fingertips lingered on his palm for a few seconds, warm and soft.

"Thank you."

Kujo Renji looked at the overly cute Band-Aid with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "But you can choose the regular one next time."

Wakaba Mu shook his head, his long light green hair swaying with the movement:

"Like...this."

This answer made Jiujo Renji laugh. He reached out and rubbed Ruoye Mu's head, feeling her subconsciously rubbing against his palm like a cat, and then he froze immediately, his ears red and almost transparent.

"Let's go."

Jiujo Renji withdrew his hand and pointed to the station not far away:

"Time to get back to the rehearsal room."

Ruo Ye Mu nodded, but stood there without moving.

She twisted her fingers together, opened and closed her lips several times, and finally asked the question that had been lingering on her mind for a long time: