Shirakawa Natsu sent his resume to various schools. With his achievements in the manga industry, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to get a special admission to a school.

But he wanted to apply to a top university, so the approval process became very complicated and cumbersome. He couldn’t even remember that he had provided a lot of messy and irrelevant information.

“Finally finished.” Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her sore eyes, stood up from her seat, stretched her arms, and felt a sense of relief, like the relief after constipation suddenly being relieved.

Turning to look out the window, I saw the sun hanging listlessly on the western horizon, draping the sky in a red veil.

A gentle breeze occasionally drifts in through the window, caressing your cheeks, making it feel like the perfect time for a stroll.

Shirakawa Natsu changed into her sportswear, came out of the study, and threw her clothes and the clothes in the laundry basket into the washing machine.

There were a few pieces of clothing that Miyuki had changed out of. The T-shirt from yesterday was still inside, with the two small dots on the chest area still showing. He planned to throw them all into the washing machine. When he picked up the T-shirt, he also took out a set of underwear.

Black, openwork, lace—these elements combined create an unexpectedly feminine touch.

Shirakawa Natsu picked up the underwear and put it back where it belonged. It was better not to wash the underwear for her, otherwise people might misunderstand and think that she used it to destroy evidence.

Watching the clothes tumble up and down in the washing machine, making a “buzzing” sound.

Shirakawa Natsumi arrived at the entrance hall with satisfaction, changed into sneakers, and pushed open the door.

He walked around the apartment, his body starting to sweat slightly, and he dared not go too far.

The sun always sets relatively quickly, and the temperature in the evening is a few degrees lower than during the day.

Shirakawa Natsumi couldn’t help but shiver; his weak body made him more sensitive to temperature changes than normal people.

He turned his collar up a little to reduce the slight chill from the breeze on his neck.

“Let’s go back first. We need to find an easy girl to win over quickly.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head. This body was too weak. If he wasn’t careful, he would get sick. Even a small cold could cause strange complications and lead to his death.

Shirakawa Natsu looked up, his expression hardening. He noticed the flowerbed below the apartment building, where there was a small square surrounded by public wooden benches, where children usually played and passersby rested.

At this moment, a silver-haired figure was sitting on the bench. Although only the outline of his back could be seen, his silver hair was too distinctive.

“Kimura Momo.” Shirakawa Natsu murmured, turned to leave, but after a few steps she turned back. She had no reason to back down to him, and besides, why she was here was something that bothered him.

Shirakawa Natsu walked towards him from behind. From behind, he looked quite thin, with a delicate, feminine quality.

But this feeling only made him feel disgusted, that he was seriously ill, and that he could see femininity in men.

Kimura Momo didn’t notice him approaching and was still looking at something.

Shirakawa Natsu walked up behind him, his expression changing as he saw Kimura Momo holding a tablet and carefully examining it.

A personal profile was displayed on the screen. I glanced at it quickly and didn’t see the words clearly, but there was a photo on the profile, which was his ID photo.

Kimura Momo seemed to sense someone behind her and turned around in confusion. She saw Shirakawa Natsu, whose expression remained unchanged. He calmly turned off the screen and smiled, “So it’s Mr. Natsu. What a coincidence that we met here.”

Shirakawa Natsumi didn’t mention what she had just seen on the tablet, and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I live nearby,” Kimura Momo said, standing up. “Would Mr. Natsu like to come to my house for a visit?”

“Um, I have something to do at home, so I won’t be able to go this time.” Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand: “I’ll definitely go next time.”

After he finished speaking, he exchanged a few more subtle words with Kimura Momo before waving goodbye, lowering his head, and turning to leave.

Shirakawa Natsu maintained her normal pace and walked to a corner. Seeing that he hadn’t followed, she quickened her pace instantly.

Tokyo is so big, he didn’t believe he could run into Kimura Momo by chance.

Then I thought about the prying eyes I’d been getting these past few days.

As for the motive, isn’t it enough that he took the shape of his childhood sweetheart’s throat?

When these pieces are put together, the answer is becoming clear.

Kimura Momo has been spying on me, gathering information about me, and is pursuing some ulterior motive.

Thinking about his increasingly feminine appearance, Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down her spine from her buttocks.

Instead of going straight back to his apartment, he deliberately circled around in a crowded area, and only entered the apartment lobby when he noticed that no one was following him and he felt tired.

He stepped into the elevator, but instead of pressing his own floor button, he hurriedly pressed the close button. Watching the elevator doors slowly close, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“We’re safe now.”

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the elevator door, which had been reduced to a mere crack, suddenly opened slowly again.

Kimura Momo stood at the elevator door, pressing the elevator open button with one hand. When she saw Shirakawa Natsu inside the elevator, a gentle smile appeared on her face again: “Mr. Natsu, it seems I was right. There must be some special fate between us.”

Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and just as her expression was about to distort, she forced a smile: “What a coincidence.”

Kimura Momo stepped into the elevator with a smile, pressed the close button, then pressed the 12th floor button, and turned around with that gentle and refined smile on her face: “Mr. Xia, which floor do you live on?”

His gentle and refined appearance, in Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes, seemed like that of a perverted villain in a movie.

He could almost see a muscular giant wearing a red headscarf, twisting his body and winking at him.

“Haha, what a coincidence~” Shirakawa Natsu burst into laughter: “I’m on the twelfth floor too.”

Kimura Momo’s face lit up with surprise: “I’m sorry, I’ve never met Mr. Xia before.”

“Because I only moved here recently,” Shirakawa Natsumi said with a smile. “There are four households on each floor, and I don’t go out much, so it’s normal that I haven’t run into anyone.”

He laughed as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, pretending to check a message, while quickly thinking of a solution.

If it takes too long for the police to respond after calling the police, he will directly send a message to the apartment manager.

“Help! Twelfth floor, come quick!”

Thankfully, there was a signal in the elevator, otherwise it would have been really awkward.

Shirakawa Natsu casually put her phone away, while carefully moving her body to a position further away from him.

Given his frail physical condition, he would be no match for Kimura Momo in a fight.

“Ding-dong!”

The elevator emitted a warning sound and then slowly opened to both sides.

“Mr. Kimura, please.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly made a gesture of invitation, the most polite he had ever been since he crossed over to the East.

Kimura Shiono nodded slightly to him, maintained her smile, and stepped out of the elevator.

After waiting for him to leave, Shirakawa Natsumi estimated that he was about two steps away before slowly walking out of the elevator.

Kimura Momo didn’t open the door, but smiled and asked, “Which room is Mr. Xia staying in?”

“Which room? Which room did I stay in?” Shirakawa Natsu was staying in room number 04, but of course she wouldn’t say it now.

He was spouting nonsense while watching him warily, subtly leaning back, afraid that Kimura Mōyō might blurt out, “I’ll show you something good.”

Kimura Momo didn’t seem to be in a hurry, maintaining a gentle smile and looking at him calmly.

Just as Shirakawa Natsu was so embarrassed she could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment, another elevator suddenly made a “ding” sound.

The elevator doors opened, and two uniformed security guards stepped out. Their gazes swept over the two people before finally settling on Kimura Momo.

After seeing the two security guards, Shirakawa Natsu breathed a long sigh of relief. He often saw these two downstairs. He pointed at Kimura Momo and was about to speak.

Two security guards bowed to Kimura Momo and asked, “Ms. Kimura, do you need any help?”

After they finished speaking, they all looked at Shirakawa Natsumi with wary eyes, shielding Kimura Momo behind them, their gazes like those of a pervert stalking a beautiful woman.

“?” A question mark slowly appeared above Shirakawa Natsumi’s head.

“I’m sorry,” Kimura Momo said with a smile, “It seems there’s been some misunderstanding between me and this Mr. Xia.”

After she finished speaking, she walked to room number 01, reached out and pressed the doorknob. With a crisp “click,” the combination lock opened.

After opening the door, she smiled and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: “Mr. Natsu, you may have some misunderstandings about me.”

“Why do you have my information?” Shirakawa Natsumi certainly didn’t believe there could be so many coincidences in the world, and with security guards present, she had to find out the truth.

“It seems Mr. Xia has mistaken me for a scary person.” Kimura Monyo calmly took out her tablet, unlocked it, and handed it to Shirakawa Natsu. “You’ve been submitting special admission applications to universities recently, haven’t you? I do handle applications for special talent admissions at the school. Since it was your application, I was curious and spent a little more time looking at it. I’m sorry for causing you any unpleasant misunderstanding.”

Shirakawa Natsu carefully scrolled through the screen and found that it was indeed the personal information he had submitted some time ago. He also saw the “meets the standards” label in the review section below his information.

Seeing the strange expression on Kimura Momo’s face, she laughed and said, “Although it can’t be leaked yet, Mr. Xia has already seen it, so he can start preparing for enrollment in advance.”

“You didn’t write this ‘meets the standard,’ did you?” Shirakawa Natsu asked curiously.

“It’s not just me,” Kimura Momo said with a smile. “Everyone likes you, such an outstanding and young talent. Among the teachers at the University of Tokyo, whoever reviews your application will fill in the form that meets the standards.”

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly pointed at Kimura Momo and asked the two security guards, “When did she move in?”

Now is not the time for him to be preoccupied with gender. With Kimura Momo’s current appearance, anyone who sees her would think she is a woman.

The security guard cast an inquiring glance at Kimura Momo, and after seeing her nod, he said, “She moved in three months ago.”

Shirakawa Natsu’s expression was subtle. She then pointed to herself and asked, “When did I move in?”

The two security guards looked at each other, their expressions saying something like, “So you’re a resident too?”

“I remember the day I moved in, I even offered you cigarettes,” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly said.

“Ah, yes, yes, I remember now, it’s you.” The two security guards quickly put on expressions of sudden realization.

Shirakawa Natsumi thought to himself, “Holy crap,” and then he gave a curt hello.

However, he had seen the two security guards several times during his visits, so he knew they were genuine.

Every time he went out, the two of them would greet him warmly, and he thought they already knew each other.