Hiyori Shiina couldn't understand.
Hiyori was unhappy.
And naturally—
soone else was in a bad mood too.
Our little princess—
Arisu Sakayanagi.
Yes, she had told herself to relax.
Yes, she had said she wouldn't obsess over every line in the diary.
Yes, she had said—
There are still three years. I can take my ti playing with him.
But—
But—
But—
She just couldn't help it.
"…Ugh…"
She had to look.
To peek at how he recorded her world.
To observe his every word, every move.
At this point—
Opening the diary once a day—
had already beco a habit.
Not reading it felt… wrong.
Uncomfortable.
When I find him—
I'll make him write more interesting things every day.
And if he can't—
I'll whip him twice.
She huffed softly in her mind—
And once again—
Her hand reached for the diary.
Even when there was nothing new—
Even when she knew it hadn't updated—
She still picked it up unconsciously.
Just like people who—
know no one will ssage them—
yet still keep checking their phones.
"…."
But—
"…He's still writing about that girl band."
Flip. Flip.
Pages turned.
Her lips puffed slightly.
Three days.
Only three days—
And yet, three whole days?!
And judging by yesterday—
It might not even stop here.
Today might still be about them.
And that—
annoyed her.
"What 'high school girl JK beauty'…?"
She hadn't even been praised like that!
Her teeth clenched.
Soft, frustrated little grumbles escaped her.
And yet—
Her hand still turned the pages.
So boring.
Class was unbearably boring.
Especially surrounded by model students like this—
even worse.
Everything being taught—
she had already mastered.
But skipping class?
Zoning out openly?
She could—
Sure.
Just like Rokusuke Koenji.
If she didn't care—
nothing mattered.
But she did care.
She needed to prove—
that a true natural genius like her—
was the only real genius.
And for that—
She needed pieces on the board.
Her faction.
Her class.
Her control.
To maintain that—
She had to follow the rules.
Attend class.
Listen properly.
No unjustified absences.
Sure—
sotis she could be a little willful.
Use her heart condition as an excuse to skip swimming.
But not always.
Too much—
and points would be deducted.
Complaints would arise.
And then—
her control would weaken.
"…Still boring."
No fun.
No stimulation.
No excitent.
The real stage—
special exams—
was still far away.
And until then—
she was stuck here.
So—
she kept turning to the only thing that gave her even a bit of excitent.
The diary.
Even if—
it annoyed her.
Because only when reading it—
did the perception filter activate.
Others ignored her behavior.
Caras overlooked her rule-breaking posture.
"…Sakiko Toyokawa…"
She murmured the na.
She didn't know the person.
But the Toyokawa Group—
she did.
A company ruled by "married-in husbands" for two generations.
Famously scamd out of 16.8 billion yen last year.
Honestly—
pretty funny.
Of course, it wasn't enough to truly cripple such a large corporation.
But within the industry—
it beca a joke.
"Oh, that company that got scamd?"
If she carried the Toyokawa surna—
then she must be a rich girl.
And according to the diary—
she chose not to be one.
Originally—
Arisu might've entertained herself analyzing this.
Why did a rich girl leave her mansion for a cheap apartnt?
Piecing together clues—
forming conclusions.
But—
He spoiled it.
He directly said—
The scam had nothing to do with Sakiko.
She was just being stubborn.
She could go back anyti—
ride in her family's Maybach—
resu her life.
"…What is this, even?"
If it's just to prove sothing—
why work as custor service?
What exactly is she proving?
She didn't understand.
"…Whatever."
None of this really mattered to her anyway.
She only thought about it—
because she was bored.
Bored bored bored bored bored—
Just as the little princess lay on her desk—
clutching the diary—
silently screaming—
Flip—
The page turned.
Today's entry—
had updated.
[First, an apology. I suddenly don't feel very motivated.]
[But don't worry. I said I'd help you—I'll follow through.]
[Let see…]
[Your answer is: "I don't want it to end."]
[…As expected.]
Arisu narrowed her eyes slightly.
[Not very interesting—but fine.]
[I'll give you two routes.]
Her fingers tightened slightly on the page.
[One is the standard route. Follow things normally, and you'll reconcile.]
[Ignore the later nonsense caused by certain people—it's objectively the best ending.]
Her lips curved faintly.
[The other is my "theory-crafted route." No guarantee. Just my personal speculation.]
Her eyes glead.
Interesting.
[No need to hesitate. No need to tell your choice.]
[I'll explain both.]
"…Heh."
She let out a soft breath.
[But after this, I'll probably take a break.]
[I'll write again when I feel like it.]
"…What?"
Her brows twitched.
[Thinking about it, freedom is freedom—but writing nonstop about one thing isn't really my style.]
[I should spread the attention around.]
"…Spread…?"
Her expression froze for a mont.
And then—
[To put it simply—]
["You're all my wings! I'll roast every single one of you properly!"]
"…?!"
A faint redness crept onto her face.
She straightened unconsciously.
"…Hmph."
Who—
Who asked you to "spread attention"?!
But still—
Her fingers tightened slightly on the diary.
Her lips—
curved ever so slightly.
"…Finally."
Sothing interesting.
And below—
The MyGO攻略路线 (MyGO Strategy Route)—
was about to begin.
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