Aiwu's Residence.
Yayoi answered a call.
"Ah, I see. Yes, I understand. Then you go ahead and be busy. Okay… I know, I won't wander around tonight. Aiwu Guang? Aiya Hiroshi listens to you more than me now. Don't worry, he won't go out either."
Aiya Hiroshi looked at Yayoi-nee, and when she hung up the phone and sighed, he intuitively asked:
"Is it Little Lin-ge?"
"Yes, he's not coming for dinner today."
"…Oh." Aiwu Guang nodded, then secretly glanced at Aiya Yayoi, who was preparing to eat with her chopsticks: "Yayoi-nee… you didn't make Little Lin-ge angry, did you?"
"No," Aiya Yayoi said, then looked at him strangely: "Why do you ask?"
Aiwu Guang chuckled and earnestly advised: "Yayoi-nee, you're so much older than Little Lin-ge, you must be patient with him, otherwise, if he meets some beautiful young girl—"
From Aiya Hiroshi's perspective, younger age definitely had higher charm.
So, in her interactions with Little Lin-ge, Yayoi-nee was at a disadvantage and needed to compensate with other strengths. Then he spoke halfway and bit his tongue, no longer speaking.
Because he found Aiya Yayoi staring at him with a 'kind' smile, her lips curved upwards, but her smile didn't reach her eyes:
"Go on, keep talking."
"…" Aiya Hiroshi dared not say anything more. He lowered his head and ate his rice.
Eat in silence, sleep in silence.
"Heh."
Aiya Yayoi sneered, finally managing to suppress the urge to hit that brat's head with her chopsticks.
Damn it, it hasn't been that long, and he's already completely siding with him!
However,
Yayoi chewed as she thought, did Mr. Hayashi really go looking for a younger girl?
After all, his popularity with women was quite good, and he had talked to her about Nanao Akane before.
Yayoi didn't talk much to Nanao Akane, but she knew her.
The ice-cold beauty manager of the Baseball Club back then.
Beautiful and kind, well-behaved, sensible, and responsible.
If Mr. Hayashi was with Nanao Akane, she thought it would be quite suitable.
That's great, truly great.
It seemed that that boy hadn't let his involvement with her interfere with his own life… Otherwise, Yayoi truly wouldn't know how to atone for it.
Yayoi silently scooped up a mouthful of soup to drink.
…Huh? Why does this soup taste sour?
…
…
Hayato didn't go looking for any beautiful young girls.
In fact, he was still in Shikenjaya. He carried a laundry basket and ducked into a deep, dark alley, then stepped into the self-service laundromat inside.
After stuffing all his clothes in and inserting the coins, he held his laptop and began observing Yayoi's house and the situation at her room door.
Logically, that thug shouldn't have just vandalized his house alone.
The reason Yayoi's residence was unharmed wasn't because it had that "mysterious" Chastity Belt installed, but… it was directly ignored by the thug?
In other words, Snake Mound George had already let Yayoi go and made Hayato his primary target?
This was genuinely good news for Hayato.
But he couldn't be certain yet.
It was still very strange.
For example, the subsequent whereabouts of that thug. If he had exited through the main gate, he would inevitably have passed the camera again, but Hayato checked the period from 'thug appears on camera and goes to apartment' to 'Hayato returns home,' examining it meticulously and completely.
To ensure no omissions, he even called the system to watch with him.
Watching everything took about two hours, but he still didn't find a single clue.
Did the thug take another route?
The apartment was old and had only one main entrance. If he wanted to leave from somewhere else, he would have to climb over a two-meter-high wall—this height certainly posed no problem for an adult male, but that thug had already appeared on camera before. Why would he suddenly become cautious?
There shouldn't be a possibility that he didn't want the surveillance camera to record him again.
So where did he go?
Hayato adjusted his X-Ray Glasses. He had already checked his floor and Yayoi's house, and there was no possibility of hiding there, let alone Yayoi's house having a barrier that outsiders couldn't enter.
Strange.
As for the reason he didn't go to Yayoi's house for dinner, it was purely to lure the snake out of its hole… If he stayed at Yayoi's house, it would definitely make Mr. Hayashi hesitant to act easily. Moreover, with the help of the Chastity Belt, as long as Yayoi stayed inside, he couldn't do anything to that house, so Hayato didn't need to worry too much.
But after waiting for so long, with no changes whatsoever.
The 'little snake cub' raised by Snake Mound George seemed to have truly disappeared.
Hayato closed his laptop.
Carrying his already dried school uniform, he began his journey home.
Night had already fallen, with scattered starlight in the sky. Today's weather wasn't too good.
"Ah,"
"Ah."
Just as Hayato was about to step into the apartment door, his gaze met someone else's.
It was Yukino Fuyumi, slowly walking out.
In this early summer May, she was still wearing a sweater as usual. The sweater seemed a bit small, making her chest appear fuller and more prominent.
This woman's arms and waist were slender, and her calves, encased in black stockings, outlined a lean curve, but her thighs appeared especially full, and her buttocks were even more Jiaoqiao (delicately perky). Yet, all these transitions were so perfect, perfectly captivating.
The two paused.
Yukino Fuyumi seemed to glance behind Hayato. She thought he was returning from the 'rich woman's' house across the street again, and couldn't help but puff out her cheeks, adding a touch of cuteness to her mature and alluring demeanor.
But as if remembering something quickly, she said softly:
"…Are you okay?"
She was asking about the mysterious damage to his home.
"Thank you for your concern." Hayato chuckled, asking as a greeting: "I'm fine… Are you going out?"
"…Hmm, I couldn't sleep," Yukino Fuyumi said with a wry smile.
Hayato moved aside, making way for her: "Please."
Yukino Fuyumi seemed to have something to say, but after parting her red lips, a hint of anxiety appeared on her face, and she furrowed her brows, finally saying nothing.
She gently brushed past Hayato's shoulder.
Neither spoke.
Hayato thought for a moment, then still offered a reminder.
"Be careful, and come back early."
Yukino Fuyumi turned around, a faint smile appearing on her cold, indifferent face: "Thank you for your concern. I'm just going for a walk; I'll be back soon."
Looking at the plump figure of the Snow Woman, Hayato originally wanted to scratch the back of his head.
But he currently had a laundry basket in his left hand and a laptop in his right.
A man could have a third leg, but he really didn't have a third hand.
The Snow Woman seemed to be troubled by something…
Hayato thought.
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