The Maybach stopped at Shuchiin’s school gate.
Students walking in twos and threes raised their heads and looked toward the gate, staring at the license plate.
People often said Shuchiin was a school that only children from wealthy or noble families could enter, but even there, only a minority could arrive in a luxury car every day.
After all, Shuchiin had its own pyramid.
From top to bottom, there were the privileged class, the top figures of various fields, bureaucrats and politicians, directors of major companies, doctors, presidents of small and medium-sized companies, professional athletes, and finally, ordinary students admitted from outside.
And to drive a Maybach, in the north, one would at least have to be at the Sun Class.
Even in Shuchiin, where most students came from rich or powerful families, that definitely placed someone at the level of a major company director or above.
So everyone was quite curious about who was inside.
Shirogane Miyuki was no exception.
As an ordinary student admitted from outside, he had rarely seen such a stylish car.
Its lines were sharp, and its chrome grille gave off an intimidating aura.
He even felt the urge to go up and touch it a few times.
Shirogane Miyuki had to admit that although he disliked these rich young masters, he did like their cars.
The car door slowly opened.
Then a blond young man stepped out.
He was wearing Shuchiin’s uniform just like Shirogane, but Shirogane felt that the other boy somehow looked much cooler in it.
Was it because his back was so straight that the wrinkles in his uniform were smoothed out?
“It’s Ayanokouji.”
Shirogane Miyuki heard someone nearby whispering.
Shirogane froze.
He had heard the name Ayanokouji before.
During the entrance physical test, that guy had gone before him and done more than fifty pull-ups in one go without even panting.
It had made Shirogane Miyuki think pull-ups were easy.
But when it was his turn, he had only managed ten before he completely collapsed.
That overwhelming contrast had made Shirogane Miyuki remember the name deeply.
“So rich young masters aren’t all useless trash who lie in bed and have everything handed to them.”
That was what Shirogane Miyuki had muttered while panting on the ground.
His family circumstances were not very good, so he often had to work part-time outside.
His stamina was quite decent, yet even he had ended up exhausted like that.
In contrast, the other party looked as if he had barely used any effort.
He had also heard that Ayanokouji ranked second in the entrance exam.
Good family background, good grades, good at sports, and good-looking.
Shirogane Miyuki withdrew his gaze.
He felt as if he had come to the wrong place.
He really should not have entered this kind of school.
But suddenly, Shirogane Miyuki moved his gaze back again.
A petite figure had stepped out of the car.
Pink hair, tied into two cute buns.
Her brand-new middle school uniform made her skin look even fairer, and she looked like an exquisite doll displayed in a shop window.
Although his own little sister, Shirogane Kei, was already quite cute, when Shirogane Miyuki saw this pink-haired girl, he still could not help sighing.
“So kawaii.”
Especially those twin buns.
For boys, weren’t they way too unfair?
The people around them were also whispering.
But aside from praising her cuteness, most of them were asking who this girl was.
Shuchiin had no shortage of cute girls.
In this circle, what people cared about most was always the other party’s background.
Although the answer was undoubtedly that she belonged to the Ayanokouji family.
“But that uniform…
Is she from the middle school division?”
Shirogane Miyuki was puzzled.
His younger sister Shirogane Kei was a student at Shuchiin’s middle school, so he was extremely familiar with that uniform.
“I hope Kei knows who she is.”
Shirogane Miyuki muttered to himself as he walked.
No matter who it was, anyone would want to know the name of such a cute girl.
…
Ren brought Matsuzaka Satou to the front of the middle school building.
“Remember to listen carefully in class.
If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask the teacher.”
“During breaks, try to make more friends.
If male classmates come to talk to you, ignore them.”
Ren patted Satou on the head.
Although this girl had done some rather bad things in another world, she was now a member of his family.
Ren still hoped that while she was young, she could study properly and work hard to become a normal person.
Don’t become a yandere.
Don’t become a yandere.
Don’t become a yandere.
“I’m the elder here, you know.”
Satou sighed.
Although being cared for felt quite nice, no matter how one looked at it, this behavior was more like an older brother patting his younger sister.
“You know, in Japan, people often politely call women of grandmother age ‘auntie,’ and women of auntie age ‘big sister.'” This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“But you’re younger than me, so it’s fine if I call you little sister.”
Ren repeated his argument again.
“That speech again.”
Satou calmly commented.
“I’ll openly introduce myself at school as your little auntie.”
“You already said you didn’t want that.”
Ren reminded her.
“You have to keep your word.”
Satou froze, and her expression dimmed slightly.
“Yes.”
Even her tone became dull.
“But if you insist on introducing yourself to your classmates that way, then there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Ren happily plucked away the [Sorrow].
So that was how it worked.
He finally understood.
Satou’s sadness came from acknowledgment between family members.
“After all, you’re a member of the Ayanokouji family.
Your household registration really is listed under my sister’s.
Just say it openly.”
Satou’s eyes lit up.
Why had he suddenly become so easy to talk to?
“Then, Nephew?”
Uh…
If he agreed right now, he would probably get [Joy].
Maybe even [Love].
But Ren turned his head away and walked toward his own school building.
“But I won’t answer to it.”
Satou stood there in confusion.
“Why won’t he answer?”
…
“Why won’t he answer?”
Satou suddenly asked the girl in front of her.
The girl had long silver-white hair, fair skin, and a lovely face.
She was the kind of beautiful girl who could attract donations just by walking a few steps in front of a livestream camera.
Shirogane Kei froze and looked at the transfer student sitting behind her.
The girl had just transferred in this morning.
Her name was Ayanokouji Satou.
She had two hair buns and looked incredibly cute.
Even now, boys from other classes were still standing by the doorway, having rushed over to look at the cute transfer student.
However, Kei had not really interacted with her yet.
So far, she had not even told Satou her name.
Yet the other girl had suddenly inserted herself into Kei’s conversation with her best friend, Fujiwara Moeha.
It was extremely abrupt!
What had she been talking about just now?
Oh, right.
Shirogane Kei suddenly remembered.
Her previous sentence had been:
“Even if he greets me at school, I won’t answer him.”
The “he” she mentioned referred to her older brother, Shirogane Miyuki.
So Shirogane Kei looked at Satou.
“Do you also have an older brother at school?”
Satou froze.
Her expression suddenly turned cold, and her eyes darkened.
“No.”
Hiss.
So scary.
Shirogane Kei cast a pleading look at Fujiwara Moeha.
I can’t handle this transfer student.
She knew Fujiwara Moeha was the granddaughter of a former prime minister.
As a politician’s daughter, she was better at handling interpersonal relationships.
“Girl from the Ayanokouji family, don’t scare Kei.”
But Fujiwara Moeha directly pressed Shirogane Kei into her arms.
It was obvious she had wanted to do that for a long time.
Satou froze.
Then she instantly reacted.
Ren had only just reminded her that morning, so she could not cause trouble for the family.
“Sorry.
My tone was a little harsh.”
“It’s just that I wanted to know why you don’t want to answer him.
Something similar recently happened in my family, so I wanted to understand the reason.”
Satou explained in detail.
She did not want to be treated as a strange person either.
“Not ‘you.’ It’s Kei.”
Fujiwara Moeha emphasized.
“Just call me Shirogane.”
Shirogane Kei finally struggled free from Fujiwara Moeha’s arms.
She felt like she had almost suffocated in there.
They were both middle schoolers, so how could Moeha be so big?
Because her whole family was big.
Luckily, Ayanokouji Satou was about the same as her.
Otherwise, Shirogane Kei really would have started wondering if something was wrong with her own development.
“Hello, Shirogane-san.”
Satou continued smiling.
“I’ll introduce myself again.
My name is Ayanokouji Satou.
Just call me Ayanokouji.”
She had already grown very used to this name.
“Mm, okay.
Let’s go back to what we were talking about.”
Shirogane Kei explained, “Because my older brother nags a lot at home.
I don’t like being controlled by him, so if he calls me at school, I don’t want to respond.”
“Oh…
Is that so?”
Satou was a little confused.
That was enough to make her not want to answer?
It did not feel very similar to her situation.
“No!”
Fujiwara Moeha suddenly slammed the desk.
“Kei, what’s wrong with you?
Why are you speaking so properly?”
“You should say, ‘My brother always tries to control everything I do at home.
He’s super annoying.
He doesn’t even know to turn his clothes inside out before washing them, which is also super annoying, so I don’t want to acknowledge him at school.'”
“Eh?”
Shirogane Kei blushed slightly.
“Isn’t it a little inappropriate to say that in front of a new classmate…?”
“She’ll become an old classmate later anyway.
Let her learn in advance!”
Fujiwara Moeha looked at Satou, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
“Right, Ayanokouji-san?”
Satou also smiled.
“I think so too.
Shirogane-san is being too polite.”
This was a little dangerous.
The students in this school all had too much presence.
Satou felt as if she was being pushed along.
Especially this pink-haired girl.
Satou looked at Fujiwara Moeha.
She could feel that there was something about the other girl that was similar to herself.
However, the girl named Shirogane Kei seemed fine.
Satou felt like she could become friends with her.
“So, Shirogane-san, is it because you hate your older brother that you don’t want to talk to him at school?”
Satou continued asking.
Ren must hate being called nephew too, right?
Otherwise, why wouldn’t he answer?
“Hate him?
It’s not that serious.”
Shirogane Kei picked up her textbook and covered half of her slightly red face.
“After all, he’s my real older brother.
He’s family.”
Satou’s body froze, and her voice became urgent.
“Then why?”
“She’s a tsundere.
A tsundere.”
Fujiwara Moeha answered.
“I am not a tsundere!”
Shirogane Kei retorted, using her notebook to cover Fujiwara Moeha’s mouth.
Satou looked at the two girls messing around.
Could Ayanokouji Ren be a tsundere?