“Isn’t that Karuizawa?”
The drawn-out female voice contained obvious malice and mockery.
Hearing that familiar voice, Kei’s mind went blank for a moment, and a flash of panic crossed her face.
She had thought she had already forgotten.
She had thought that if she met these people again, she would be able to respond to their provocations with confidence, and that she wouldn’t be afraid at all!
She thought she had long since walked out of the shadow of school bullying!
However, facts proved that she had not walked out.
The girl suppressed the panic in her heart, turning her head to say something to Hayasaka Ai, wanting to pretend she hadn’t seen them.
“Karuizawa, don’t pretend you don’t know us.”
The leading gyaru had already walked over, smiling: “We were classmates in middle school, after all, right?
Acting so cold really hurts our feelings!”
Kei stopped.
She fell into silence, not saying a word.
“Avoidance doesn’t solve problems.”
—This was what her boyfriend had told her.
Yes, unlike her, a coward, her boyfriend’s life philosophy might include enduring humiliation or swallowing one’s pride, but he would absolutely never hide in a sewer like a rat.
He could accept failure.
Failure was nothing to be afraid of; at worst, he would just become stronger and then retaliate a hundred or a thousand times over!
But she couldn’t…
Hayasaka Ai’s expression was strange.
She felt that the cheerful little blonde by her side had suddenly turned into a helpless little white rabbit, and then into an ostrich playing dead with its head buried in the sand.
Hayasaka Ai had investigated Kei’s background, so she wasn’t surprised by this child’s weak personality.
She was just curious:
How could a person’s temperament be so flexible?
“Oh, the style of these clothes doesn’t look cheap…
and these earrings.
You’ve got money now, Karuizawa.”
The gyaru looked Kei over, seeing the expensive name-brand items she was wearing, and then looking at that cute face that had always made her jealous; the malice in her heart burned into a fire of envy.
She pulled a mean, cold smile: “How come I didn’t know your family was so rich?
Are you doing that?
Or, have you been kept by some pot-bellied, ugly company president?”
Kei froze.
She could ignore the previous insult.
But when she heard the last sentence, the girl’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears, as if she were about to cry.
Her frail shoulders tightened bit by bit, and her expression was pained.
“Listen, Ishikawa.”
“What?”
“You are truly detestable!”
“Huh?”
“You bitches, hurry up and die!
Especially you, can you just roll away to somewhere I can’t see and die already!” New chapters come out on g.com first.
“What did you say?!”
Ishikawa and the few gyaru immediately shrieked sharply.
They wanted to rush up and grab Kei’s hair, just like they used to do back in school.
But this time, they grabbed at thin air.
Hayasaka Ai reached out and pulled Kei back, letting her stay behind her, and tilted her head: “I’ll handle this.
You just stay behind me.
If you’re bored, you can play on your phone.”
That Ishikawa shrieked: “And who are you?
Trying to play the hero, huh!”
Hayasaka Ai didn’t even acknowledge her, continuing to look at Kei: “Are these the ones who used to bully you?”
“Yes, it’s…
it’s them…”
“Slap!!”
Without any warning, Hayasaka Ai struck with lightning speed.
A bright red handprint immediately appeared on Ishikawa’s heavily made-up face!
That swift and decisive move left everyone stunned.
Pedestrians nearby noticed the commotion and stopped to watch.
“You…”
“One slap, ten thousand yen.”
A ten-thousand-yen bill was thrown onto Ishikawa’s face.
She instinctively grabbed the bill, but hearing Hayasaka Ai’s arrogant words, the curses in her mouth were stuck in her throat, and her face turned livid.
She stopped looking at Kei and instead stared at Hayasaka Ai with venomous greed.
“You’ve got money, huh?
Dare to go somewhere else with me?
I’ll let you slap this face of mine as much as you want!”
The three gyaru beside her were actually feeling a bit panicked.
One of them leaned toward Ishikawa: “Maybe we should just let it go; this person seems like bad news…”
Ishikawa glared at her fiercely: “What are you afraid of?
If you’re scared, I’ll go rob her money alone; you guys can leave.”
Rob Hayasaka Ai’s money?
The few of them exchanged glances, their eyes flickering.
That’s true.
If they just got her into a small alley, robbed her money, threatened her with a knife, and took some nude photos, wouldn’t they have a long-term piggy bank?
“You just want to find an alley without surveillance?
I know where there is one.
I’ll take you there.”
Hayasaka Ai didn’t say another word and dragged Kei away.
The four people behind followed closely, whispering to each other while glaring viciously at the two in front.
“Lit…
Little Ai!?”
“Don’t be afraid. This story is hosted at g.com.
Once we enter the alley, run straight to the exit.
I’ve investigated; the exit is near the shopping street where there are police patrols.
You can look for them, and once you find the police, bring them over.”
“And what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“How can I do that!”
“It’s fine.
I am, after all, a professional maid trained by the Shinomiya Family.
Dealing with adults might be a stretch, but taking down a few little girls who only know how to pull hair and slap faces is more than enough.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t actually hurt them, just teach them a lesson.”
No, that’s not the problem.
Kei really wanted to retort.
Just how does the Shinomiya Family train their maids?
It’s truly amazing—why do they have combat training?
They walked into the alley.
Suddenly.
Both of them stopped, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.
Hayasaka Ai clearly saw that Master had suddenly appeared in this alley; she thought she was hallucinating for a moment.
But Kei didn’t care about that.
Her eyes were filled with the joy of a lost puppy finding its owner, and she immediately threw herself into Makoto’s arms like a returning swallow, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
“Cheng, listen to me—”
“I know, I already know everything.”
He soothed the little blonde with one hand and beckoned Hayasaka Ai over with the other.
“Little Ai, take her outside.”
He didn’t really want his already timid girlfriend to see a scene that was too bloody or cruel.
But after a moment’s thought, he changed his mind.
Hayasaka Ai was different from Kei.
She was a maid sent by the Shinomiya Family, and on the surface, she offered no resistance.
However, one couldn’t be sure what thoughts might be brewing in her mind.
To nip any such ideas in the bud, it was good to let her see this.
“Come here and cover Megumi’s eyes.”
“Huh?”
Kei looked surprised.
Makoto patted her little head.
“Be good.”
She obediently stayed still, letting Hayasaka Ai cover her eyes with both hands.
Only then did Makoto turn to look at the four gyaru girls.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”