Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

The bathrobe was tied loosely, revealing a hint of her snow-white collarbone and the gently rising and falling of her chest. Her short, damp blond hair clung to her fair cheeks and slender neck, with water droplets sliding down the ends of her hair and disappearing into the barely visible slits of the bathrobe.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes flickered, and she looked a little uneasy.

"Xiao Xiang..." Her voice was much softer than usual: "I... there seems to be a mouse in my room..."

Kujo Renji raised an eyebrow. "Rats? There shouldn't be any in such a high-end hotel."

Sanjiao Chuhua bit his lower lip:

"Really, I heard a 'squeaking' sound... I was a little scared..."

She paused, her voice lowered, but her intentions became clear:

"Can I...can I sleep with Xiaoxiang tonight? Just like...just like when we were kids..?"

[Did you sleep together when you were little?] Kujo Renji asked in his mind.

[Right, right? Nothing wrong, huh?] Xiaoxiang obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

On the other side, perhaps because of Jiujo Liansi's silence, Chuhua's cheeks became even redder, and even the roots of her ears were stained with a faint pink.

Jiujo Renji looked at her, and a hint of understanding flashed in his amber eyes.

He didn't answer immediately, but said softly, "I'll go and take a look."

Without waiting for Sanjiao Chuhua's response, he walked out of the room and headed towards her room.

Sanjiao Chuhua was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed: "Wait, Xiaoxiang..."

Jiujo Renji came to the door of Sanjiao Chuhua's room. She handed over the room card and looked a little nervous.

Kujo Renji unlocked the door and stepped lightly into the room, her blue twintails swaying gently with her agile movements.

Amber eyes quickly scanned the entire space.

"Rats..."

She muttered to herself, her hands on the floor, and leaned over to check under the bed. The bed was in disarray, with the quilt half hanging to the ground. It was obvious that Sanjiao Chuhua had left in a hurry.

Her twin ponytails fell to the ground. She squinted her eyes and made sure there was nothing suspicious under the bed before standing up.

She opened the closet door carefully and fiddled with the clothes, even checking the space behind each hanger.

Then she turned to the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with steam, obviously having just been used.

Xiangzi squatted down and checked the pipe connection behind the toilet, then carefully examined the shower drain. Her movements were quick and decisive, and she didn't miss any details.

Next was the small refrigerator. She opened the door, removed each bottle of drink, and checked the space behind it.

Finally, she even brought a chair and stood on tiptoe to check the air vents of the air conditioner to make sure there were no gaps that could accommodate rodents.

Kujo Renji finally made his judgment: "There are no rats, and there is no place where rats could enter."

Sanjiao Chuhua stood at the door, his hands clasped together, his face looking a little embarrassed.

She looked away, not daring to look directly into Jiujo Renji's eyes.

"I...I might have heard wrongly..."

"Are you sure it's a rat? Maybe it's the pipes or the air conditioner?"

Sanjiao Chuhua lowered his head and twisted his fingers together: "Hmm... maybe I was too nervous... I heard it wrong..."

She raised her head, a hint of loss flashed in her eyes:

"Well...I'll sleep well then...Thank you, Xiaoxiang."

"If you're still worried, you can sleep with the lights on."

Kujo Renji suggested gently, "Or I can help you change rooms."

Sanjiao Chuhua quickly shook his head: "No... no need. I'm fine."

Kujo Renji nodded: "Okay then. If you have any further questions, come to me again."

He walked towards the door, ready to leave.

Sanjiao Chuhua stood there, watching him leave, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

When Jiujo Liansi was about to step out of the door, she suddenly said: "Xiaoxiang..."

Jiujo Renji turned around and looked at her: "Hmm?"

"Nothing...nothing..." Sanjiao Chuhua shook his head and said with a forced smile: "Good night."

"Good night." Kujo Renji responded softly, then closed the door and walked back to his room.

At the moment the door was closed, Kujo Renji's expression became quite strange.

Well, maybe it’s time to retract my previous evaluation of Xiaoxiang.

It is indeed difficult to form a band in such a group of geniuses.

He sighed in his head and said to Toyokawa Shoko, "Xiaoxiang, you've worked hard."

Toyokawa Shoko "?"

On the second morning in Yokohama, sunlight streamed into the room through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, covering everything in a warm golden color.

Kujo Renji woke up early and stood in front of the window admiring the morning view of the port.

In the distance, ships slowly sailed across the sea, leaving long white trails, like thin lines drawn on a blue canvas.

After breakfast, Kujo Renji suggested that everyone split into groups and explore different areas of Yokohama in order to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the city’s cultural atmosphere.

"We can split into two groups."

He gently suggested, "That way we can cover more ground, and then we can meet up in the afternoon to share our findings."

Kujo Renji turned to look at Yutenji Wakamaki and said softly, "Wakamaki, you're more interested in shopping, right? Why don't you join Chuhua and the others?"

Yutenji Wakamu breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been granted amnesty: "Okay... okay."

As a result, naturally, Kujo Renji and "Wakaba Mutsu" - or Mortis disguised as Wakaba Mutsu - formed another group.

"Then I'll go visit the area near the performance venue and get to know the local music scene."

Kujo Renji said, his eyes falling on Wakaba Mu: "What do you think?"

Ruoye Mu nodded gently: "Okay..."

With that, the two groups parted ways. Sankaku Hatsuka led her team to the commercial district, while Kujo Renji and Wakaba Mutsu headed in another direction.

Kujo Renji deliberately slowed down his pace and walked side by side with "Wakaba Mutsu".

The sun shone gently on them, and the sea breeze with a slightly salty scent blew across their faces.

Yokohama's streets are clean and spacious, and the buildings on both sides are a mixture of Western and Japanese styles, showing the unique charm of this port city.

Ruoye Mu walked quietly beside him, his golden eyes looking at the scenery on the roadside from time to time, and occasionally showing a slight interest in some special buildings or decorations.

Her every move is very similar to the real Wakaba Mutsu, that introverted temperament, that elusive presence, and even the slightly drooped shoulders when walking, are all imitated vividly.

Kujo Renji became more and more certain of his guess.

They first visited the planned performance venue, a medium-sized livehouse near the port. Although there was no performance yet, the staff were doing maintenance on the venue and allowed them to go in for a brief tour.

Kujo Renji carefully inspected the stage layout, sound equipment, and audience area setup, occasionally asking the staff for technical details. Wakaba Mu stood by, quietly observing everything and occasionally nodding in understanding.

After leaving the livehouse, they strolled along the harbor and admired the sea view.

The sunlight danced on the sea, forming countless twinkling spots of light. The melodious sounds of ships' whistles in the distance drifted in, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet morning.

"Would you like to sit in the cafe over there for a while?" Kujo Renji pointed to a small shop by the sea not far away. "It looks like the scenery is nice."

Ruoye Mu nodded: "Okay."

The cafe is located on the second floor, overlooking the entire harbor through floor-to-ceiling windows.

They chose a seat by the window and ordered two cups of coffee and a small snack.

Kujo Renji noticed that Wakaba Mu was secretly looking at him, and a subtle and complex emotion flashed in his golden eyes.

She stirred her coffee seemingly casually, but her eyes would glance at him from time to time and then quickly look away, as if making some silent assessment or observation.

This behavior is both like Mortis's caution and has a certain hesitation and curiosity unique to Wakaba Mu.

They drank coffee quietly, enjoying the moment of peace.

Outside the window, seagulls are circling in the blue sky, occasionally making crisp calls, and the sea breeze gently blows across the window glass, making a subtle sound.

He put down his coffee cup, looked directly at the other person, and said in a calm and clear voice:

"Where's Mortis?"

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

"Ruoye Mu's" movements froze instantly, the coffee cup in his hand suspended in mid-air, his golden eyes slightly widened in shock.

Her expression froze for a moment, and then she quickly regained her calm appearance like Wakaba Mu, but the panic in her eyes could not be completely concealed.

"W...what?" she asked softly, trying to sound confused.

Jiujo Liansi tilted his head slightly:

"I say, where's Mortis?"

Faced with such a direct exposure, cracks finally appeared in "Wakaba Mu's" disguise.

Her eyes flickered and her fingers unconsciously clenched the coffee cup, her knuckles turning white from the strain.

Shit, I guessed it right.

Feiwu Xiaomo, he just sent me a message saying that he had done it, how come he was killed instantly?

......

PS:

No more hen cards tonight.

Write ten thousand words and all the sadness will disappear.

Chapter 53: Toyokawa Shoko: I am like a victim, I can do nothing

These words made Ruoye Mu feel a little helpless.

She stood there quietly, her slender body slightly stiff, a hint of panic in her eyes.

For a moment, she almost wanted to turn around and run away, but her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.

Ruo Ye Mu's lips trembled slightly. She had thought of many possibilities for conversation, but she had never thought of such a direct confrontation.

Her fingers unconsciously tangled together, a habit she had when she was nervous.

——How...did he know?

The question swirled in her mind.

Kujo Renji's insight far exceeded her expectations, as if he could see directly into her heart.

Those cautious temptations and careful observations seem completely meaningless in front of the other party.

All the doubts that Kujo Renji had previously had about Wakaba Mutsu now came back to her.

Ruoye Mu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

She raised her head, her golden eyes looking directly into Kujo Renji's amber eyes, temporarily forgetting her usual habit of avoiding eye contact with others.

"I locked her up back in the house." Ruoye Mu's voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper, calm and restrained, without any unnecessary explanation.

Kujo Renji looked at her, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind.

Wakaba Mu's response was much more direct than he expected. He did not deny it or play dumb, but frankly acknowledged Mortis's existence.

But what interested him more was the amount of information in her words - the expression "locked up back" meant that Wakaba Mu had some kind of control over Mortis, rather than just passively coexisting with him.

——Alas, Feiwu Xiaomo.

He sighed inwardly again.

Lost the teacher.