Mygo, are you all yanderes?

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Just as Goto Ichiri made up her mind, with a 'whoosh' the shoji door was suddenly pulled open, and the young Goto Michiyo, who showed no signs of age, smiled and knocked on the wall, speaking to Goto Ichiri and Goto Jiri, who were raising their hands.

"Ah, Mom, you're here. Perfect timing, I have something to tell you... Hmm, chicken nuggets?"

"Oh right, and that's not all, there's also a cake that Dad specially ordered, it should be here soon."

"There's...there's still cake?"

Goto Ichiri's eyes widened, her voice trembling, every syllable revealing her shock.

She never expected that her parents would take this matter so seriously, and even bought a cake specifically for it.

"Yes, and it's a super big one, almost the same size as Dad's guitar. It even has the words 'Keep going, we will win' on it."

"It's a custom-made one?! And it's this big...!"

Goto Ichiri's white-socked feet involuntarily retreated, her movements slightly flustered. Her pink hair swayed gently with her movement, tracing a graceful curve in the air.

"I've told my grandparents about this too, and they're very happy back in their hometown."

"Ugh!"

What should she do? Why are her parents taking this matter more seriously than she is? All she wanted to do was reward herself with a bottle of Coke if the 'capture operation' was successful.

Fried chicken nuggets are fine, but why buy a cake too? And why tell Grandpa and Grandma? Making such a big deal out of it makes it impossible for her to casually say, "Haha, actually I'm not going, hehe~"

There's no way I can avoid going now!

"Yili, what did you just say you wanted to talk to me about?"

"...No, it's alright now."

"Are you really alright? Then come down and let's eat cake together—remember to change your clothes, or bring an apron. It wouldn't be good if such pretty clothes got covered in fried chicken crumbs or cream."

"Yes……"

"Hum~"

Seeing that Goto Ichiri was very depressed and couldn't say anything, Goto Michiyo smiled happily and walked lightly downstairs.

Just as her figure disappeared from Goto Ichiri's sight, a barely perceptible, cunning smile crept onto her lips, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes, as if she were brewing some kind of conspiracy. She was completely different from her gentle demeanor just moments before.

Just kidding, Goto Ichiri is a piece of her own flesh and blood, how could Goto Michiyo not know what she's thinking!

My eldest daughter is incredibly lucky. She's never encountered any bad people growing up. The only reason she can't make friends is because she's always a step behind others and can't muster the courage.

Without even thinking about it, she would definitely back out if I dressed her up like this, so Michiyo Goto specially washed all of Ichiri Goto's only sportswear that she was willing to wear out, and then went upstairs to say those words at this time.

Mom, I won't allow you to run away again! Now that you've made friends, you have to cherish them!

Hmm... but I'm still a little worried, after all, we met online, who knows what kind of person is on the other side of the screen? Goto Ichiri doesn't really communicate with people, so she could easily be deceived by some bad people.

Looks like it's time for private detective Michiyo Goto to step in again!

Let's quietly follow in Goto Ichiri's footsteps!

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Sometimes, being too perceptive isn't a good thing, is it?

Standing near the Wakaba Mutsumi family, Kusano Akira thought to himself as he played with the green stone.

His original plan was to go directly to Wakaba Mutsumi's house at a reasonable time after parting ways with Toyokawa Shoko, and then notify her to give her a surprise.

However, this surprise doesn't seem to be working now. Ruo Ye Mu already knew about his plan through a brief chat this morning, and even said it out loud, so it has no effect at all.

Should he just call out Wakaba Mutsu right now? But wouldn't that be a bit too boring? It's not that he can't, but it just feels a bit ordinary. If possible, he'd like something more original.

Volume 1: Chapter 151 (Chapter 148). Ye Mu's keen sense of smell (2k)

"Hello."

Just as Kusano Akira stood in the shadows, his brow furrowed, racking his brains for a new solution, a petite figure gracefully approached him from behind.

Seeing that he didn't notice at all, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Then, she tiptoed and covered his eyes with her cool little hands, and a voice more melodious than a nightingale's murmur came from her mouth.

"Harmony? When did you arrive?"

The familiar voice instantly told Kusano Akira who was behind him. He gently removed the small hand covering his eyes, slowly turned around, and looked at the girl in front of him who was clearly dressed up and had her hands behind her back with a serene smile. He said with some surprise.

"Oh! So this is the outfit you plagiarized from mine? It looks pretty good!"

Before him stood the woman he had arranged to meet that day, Ruoye Mutsu. In the sunlight, her green hair no longer hung freely as usual, but was carefully styled into a braid that was both fluffy and neat. Her already clear hair color seemed to shimmer with a pearly white luster under the sunlight.

The indigo denim shorts hugged her thighs perfectly, the fabric conforming to her curves and accentuating her slender figure, making her already beautiful legs appear even longer and straighter.

She wore white ankle socks embroidered with frog patterns on the bottom of her calves. The edges of the socks were rolled up slightly as if Ruo Yemu had done it on purpose, inadvertently revealing her fair ankles. Over the socks were a pair of dark blue canvas shoes, which added a touch of casualness and naturalness to her current image.

Ling wore a white shirt with a snow-white texture, which clung softly to her body. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the girl's skin or the clothes were more alluring. The design at the neckline revealed the elegant lines of her neck, and her delicate collarbone could be vaguely seen. However, before Kusano Akira could see it clearly, Wakaba Mutsumi, who had just realized what was happening, buttoned up two more buttons in front of her shirt, covering her up completely again.

A black camera with a modern design was hanging around Qi's slender neck, with a black leather strap slung diagonally across her shoulder.

The light green knitted cardigan worn over the top has just the right amount of casualness. The size is a bit too big for Ruoye Mutsu, but it creates a perfect lazy style when paired with the denim shorts.

If Goto Ichiri, who usually dresses up and looks very active, is as exquisite as a princess today, then Wakaba Mutsumi, who looks very delicate, is the opposite.

"It's not plagiarism."

Although it only showed for a moment and was quickly withdrawn, the amazed look in Kusano Akira's eyes was still caught by Wakaba Mutsu's keen eyes.

Feeling a strange sense of joy, Ruo Yemu gently pinched the cuffs of her clothes, which were a bit too big for her, with her fair fingers. She rubbed them with a little force, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly, a faint smile blooming on her face.

"Okay, okay, it's not plagiarism."

"But aren't we dressed a little too similarly?"

Looking down at his own outfit, which was almost identical to Wakaba Mutsu's except for the length of her jeans, Kusano Akira still joked, even though he didn't think he looked as good as the beautiful Wakaba Mutsu.

"It would be terrible if people misunderstood this while we were walking down the street—but it has nothing to do with me. I'm not at a disadvantage; you're the only one who will."

"Ah, maybe people will even think we're family? After all, if you think about it carefully, we do have a lot in common. Look, our color schemes are very similar, right? We're both green-toned, you're light green and I'm dark green. Even our names have elements related to flowers, plants and trees. Now even our clothes are so similar."

"I do not want it."

Ruoye Mu shook her head gently, her soft hair swaying with it.

"You really don't want me to become your Brother Wu? That's truly heartbreaking." (Three∵⊙4⌒≮↑○…☆)

"……Um……?"

Twitching her delicate nose, Ruoye Mu frowned slightly. She took a light step forward, reached out and tightly grasped the fabric of Kusano Akira's arm. She tiptoed forward, her nose trembling slightly as she sniffed intently, a puzzled expression on her face.

"The taste of auspiciousness?"

"Do you have a dog's nose?"

Kusano Akira put his index and middle fingers together, gently pressed them against Wakaba Mutsu's forehead, and with a little force, pushed her away from where she was leaning in inappropriately close, and casually made a sarcastic remark.

"You can smell that? That's amazing. Is Toyokawa-san someone with a strong odor? I can't smell anything. Even so, I've been separated from Toyokawa-san for almost an hour. The smell should have dissipated by now."

Kusano Akimaru was curious that Wakaba Mutsu was not actually human, but the first generation of combat-type cyborgs invented by some evil scientist. With such great strength and such a sensitive nose, he simply did not have the physical qualities that a normal human should have.

"You're Wen Xiang?"

If Ye Mu raised her head, her eyes would remain as clear as ever.

"Very good, you're quite good at omitting things, and you're quite good at Chinese literature."

Kusano Akira clenched his fists, intending to use his most prized move—to forcefully rotate Wakaba Mutsu's head from side to side with the protruding knuckle of his middle finger, so that she would understand what it meant to say the more you say, the more mistakes you make—but just as he was about to aim at Wakaba Mutsu, his movement suddenly stopped.

Er then realized that he and Ruoye Mu hadn't walked a single step since they met, and he had been staying near her house the whole time. He thought that if he used such 'violent behavior' on Ruoye Mu here, he would probably be chased out and beaten by her servants.

For a wealthy family like hers, there are probably bodyguards or something similar. He couldn't even handle an ordinary ramen shop owner, let alone a professional.

Si Ruoye Mu saw Kusano Akira sneakily peek out and look behind her several times, as if he was checking something. After a while, he coughed lightly.

Lin: "Ahem, Mu, shouldn't we go a little further away? You see, I feel a little embarrassed being near your house."

4. "Oh, okay."

Although San didn't know what Kusano Akira was going to do, Wakaba Mutsu obediently responded and followed the other's steps into the distance.

Once they were finally far away from Wakaba Mutsumi's house, Kusano Akira smiled and carried out the evil deeds he hadn't yet committed against Wakaba Mutsumi.

Lu said, "What do you mean 'I am Wen Fengchuan'?! Don't omit that next time, it makes me sound like a pervert!"

"Ouch...it hurts!"

Hit by Kusano Akira's special attack, Wakaba Mutsu's eyes were almost brimming with tears.

Volume 1: Chapter 152 (149) - The Date (1)(2k)

"Heh heh heh, how about it? This is the ultimate skill I've painstakingly developed over many years!"

His hands showed no sign of stopping, and Kusano Akira wore a smug smile as he admired Wakaba Mutsumi's increasingly resentful expression.

For him now, Ruoye Mutsu's performance is like the best seasoning, making it more and more interesting to watch.

"Bad guy."

Ruoye Mu's cheeks puffed up in anger, making her look like a hamster with its mouth stuffed full of nuts. Her slender white fingers, like pincers, precisely grabbed Kusano Akira's fingers, which were 'doing evil' on either side of her head, and applied a little more pressure.

Let's make peace.

Sensing that the girl's terrifying strength was about to reappear, Kusano Akira glanced at his fingers, his bright smile unchanged, and calmly said...

"No."

"I beg you."

"No then."

"Oh, nigh..."

"I still don't want to."

Although she was gripping Kusano Akira's fingers tightly and deliberately making a fierce face, she wasn't actually using her fingers; she was just pretending to punish him.

"What's going on between you and Xiang? Tell me."

If Ye Mu still hadn't forgotten the familiar scent she'd just caught on Kusano Akira, she tilted her head slightly and asked again, puzzled.

"That's a long story."

Kusano Akira tried to pull his fingers out of the girl's grip with a bit of force, but after a few tries, he found it was no use and gave up. Hearing Wakaba Mutsu's question, he cleared his throat and looked at Wakaba Mutsu with a smile.

"I won't go into the details, it's too complicated and the logic is hard to understand. Just know that Toyokawa and I went out this morning."

"Xiang, are you going out together?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing Kusano Akira's reply, Wakaba Mutsuko's delicate brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of disappointment and an inexplicable jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Toyokawa Shoko and she hadn't gone out together in a long time, and now she was secretly going out with Kusano Akira in a place she didn't know about.

Should I be jealous? But I don't know whose jealousy I should be.

Anyway, I suddenly felt a bit unhappy.

"After experiencing a series of inhumane, even abusive, treatments, Toyokawa saw that I was a little unsteady on my feet, so she helped me up for a short while—that's why I smelled her on me."

"Oh……"

Seemingly oblivious to the girl's low spirits, Kusano Akira still had a smile on his lips. Taking advantage of the moment when the girl's strength waned, he quickly withdrew his hand, then nimbly reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

While imitating the sound effects when Doraemon pulls out his magical gadgets, he placed the paper in front of Wakaba Mutsumi's eyes.

"Look at this!"

Han: "This is..."

"This is the top-secret date plan I came up with after extensive research, meticulous calculations, and even studying astrology!"

"The proposal..."

Looking at the plan in front of him, Ruoye Mu was silent for a moment, then quietly took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Qi: "I have some too..."

Because I valued this date so much, I nervously searched for information for half the night. I even mustered up the courage to send a private message to that red-haired guy who looked like a social butterfly, asking him where would be more interesting. But it seemed a little hard to say it out loud.

Lu "?"

"..."

"Let me see..."

Kusano Akira's long, slender fingers picked up the date plan from Wakaba Mutsu's hand. His focused gaze was fixed on the paper as he read it word by word. As he read on, his expression gradually softened, and his furrowed brows slowly relaxed.