The autumn leaves in Kyoto have fallen, and it has rained a few more rounds, and some rumors about me have spread throughout the academy.

I didn't pay much attention to the gossip, and when I was asked by Miss Kawashima from the Student Center, I didn't expect the gaffe to be so serious.

"I didn't have an inappropriate relationship with another person." I looked into her eyes and spoke slowly.

"Personally, I am very willing to trust Su Su. But," she said, opening the drawer of her desk, pulling out an envelope and pulling out a stack of photographs from it and handing it to me, "the photographs were sent to the dean's office. ”

I took it and looked through it one by one. It's all photos I took when I was with Yuichi Fujisawa, and the angles are tricky, so I can get a clear picture of my face and Yuichi Fujisawa's car, but Yuichi Fujisawa's face is blurry.

His face was not photographed. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Susu, the person in the photo is you, right?"

"Yes." I can't deny it.

"Su Su, this is evidence left by the person who anonymously reported you, and the other party believes that your current situation is not eligible to continue to enjoy the college's living assistance to you. So ......"

"Miss Kawashima." I interrupted her and gently put the pictures back on her desk. My back was always straight, and my voice was a little hard. Seeing her frown slightly, I relaxed my voice a little.

"Miss Kawashima, I have an absolutely legitimate relationship with each other. As you can see, it is true that the other party's conditions are above mine, but my relationship with him is equal. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, "So, I don't think this relationship will hinder my eligibility for the College Life grant." ”

Miss Kawashima didn't speak, but looked at me silently for a long time.

"Susu, I know who the man in the photo is." She said, "Do you know the Igarashi family? ”

My smile froze.

"I do have such a marriage contract with Igarashi."

- Yuichi Fujisawa once admitted their relationship so bluntly.

"So, there is no anonymous report at all, but Yuko Igarashi asked you like this?"

Miss Kawashima acquiesced.

I was angry, and I was so stuffy that I couldn't say a word.

Why? Just because she is the eldest lady of the upper class, so she doesn't take others in her eyes, and even when she does such dirty things, someone helps her do it, so she doesn't have to dirty her hands?

"Susu, starting from this month, the college will stop paying your living allowance." Miss Kawashima said.

This month, yes, I haven't gotten my grant this month.

"I'll tell Mr. Fujisawa."

"Susu, please be considerate, I don't want to be this wicked person." Miss Kawashima sighed, "Igarashi-san wants me to tell you a word. She said that if it were someone else, I would probably go to Mr. Fujisawa for help, but you wouldn't. Your self-esteem won't allow you to do such a thing. ”

I looked at Miss Kawashima and was so angry that I smiled at her, "Miss Kawashima, you probably missed the adjective 'ridiculous self-esteem.'" ”

I stood up, said goodbye to Miss Kawashima with a calm face, and walked straight to the apartment. I walked fast, leaving behind the strangers and some discordant whispers along the way.

When I opened the door to my apartment, my roommate, Yumi Nagasawa, was sitting in front of the low table in the living room, sipping an ice cream cake alone. She didn't greet me in a contrived voice, as usual, by the code name she gave me, and she had a smug smile on her face, which was a demonstration of the victors.

I walked up to her and was sitting. I'm much taller than her, and now I'm looking at her condescendingly.

"It's you." I said, "Yuko Igarashi doesn't have that heart. ”

She scooped a scoop of ice cream cake and ate it in front of me with a look of great enjoyment.

"I just offered a little help on the sidelines. As easy as lifting a finger. She winked at me.

I didn't fall behind, and said with a smile: "I thought there would be a more clever and powerful method." ”

"Hmm......" she pointed one of her index fingers to her lips, pretending to think, "let me think...... Is it okay to kick you out of the apartment? ”

"You try."

"Gee, I can't do that. But Yuko can! She narrowed her smiling eyes, "Anyway, S won't go to Yuichi Fujisawa to complain." ”

Syllable!

I raised my hand and slapped her in the face. The force of the slap was indistinct, and it slapped her face off.

I withdrew my aching hand, mocking and happy, "I hate violence. But this slap, I have long wanted to hit it. ”

She covered her face with her hands and let out a sneer.

I looked at her calmly and whispered, "Do you think I really can't show weakness in front of Yuichi Fujisawa?" I don't think it's going to be harder to do than if I slap you. ”

"Thank you, Yumi Nagasawa, for reminding me." I said, "To thank you, I'll give you some ideas as well." You can make a big deal out of me slapping you, for example, I've been violently using you all year round. The bigger the fuss, the better, anyway, there are a lot of good sisters on this floor who can help you testify falsely. I was driven away by you, so I had to go to Yuichi Fujisawa. ”

"No matter what you do, it's just going to push me towards Yuichi Fujisawa in the end. Well, I want to thank you even more for everything. ”

She didn't say anything. With that, I got up and went back to my room to get my school supplies, and walked downstairs as if nothing had happened. At the top of the stairs, I met my partner, Yukiko Matsuda, and we said hello and walked together towards the school building.

We didn't communicate on the way, and it didn't take long to start the lecture hall when we arrived at the lecture hall. This class was from Shinichi Tsutsumi, and after a long while, Yukiko Matsuda suddenly turned around and handed me her phone. I looked up and saw that it was a picture of a pile of clothes and manuscript paper on the ground, and it was raining heavily, wetting the pile.

The clothes are mine, and so is the paper.

"Yours." She said.

"Hmm." I replied, "There's nothing important in there." ”

I guarded against Yumi Nagasawa, and I had already shipped some important designs to Yuichi Fujisawa's villa in Shigekawa.

Yukiko Matsuda laughed, nodded, and turned away.

This afternoon was Shinichi Tsutsumi's class, and I had forgotten about it for most of the second period, but she handed her phone over again. This time it's a video.

The video was taken from a height down, still under the apartment building. A man in a black trench coat was half-kneeling in front of the pile of clothes, picking them up one by one.

At a glance, I recognized the man.

He held his cane in one hand and could only do it with one hand, so he simply threw his umbrella aside. The rain drenched his hair and soaked through his trench coat, and he picked up some of his clothes, laid them flat on his lap, and carried the pile of wet clothes into a parked car. His trench coat, along with his shirt inside, was stained with sewage, but he didn't even notice it.

Without caring about anything, I got up and ran out of the classroom.