My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

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"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 completely nonsensical greeting.

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.

Chapter 31 Can your work get any more perverted?

Kimura Momo maintained a smile throughout, standing quietly until Shirakawa Natsu fell into thought before slowly speaking: "Mr. Natsu, I'm sorry for causing you to have any misunderstandings about me. Is there anything else I can do to answer your questions?"

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. Everything was perfect, and it seemed that she was the one who was being unreasonable.

He noticed that the two security guards' expressions began to change, as if they couldn't understand why he would think such a gentle, humble beauty was a stalker.

Shirakawa Natsumi had no doubt that she had been labeled as having excessive consciousness and being a delusional person.

Under this pressure, he quickly calmed down and did not rush to defend himself.

He began to think about everything that had happened after he met Kimura Momo.

Could this be Kimura Momo's purpose—to destroy his spirit step by step? Otherwise, there's no way to explain why she meticulously planned all of this.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly smiled, bowed slightly to Kimura Mōyō, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kimura. Because we are childhood sweethearts and engaged, and because I happened to see you next to my rented room today, I couldn't help but think the worst. I was being petty and judging you by my own standards. I hope I haven't caused you any trouble. I will come to apologize in person later."

After he finished speaking, he kept his smile and stared at her expression. "I'm the one with the yellow hair. Since you want to play games, let's see who breaks down first."

Although the two security guards tried their best to conceal it, their eyes suddenly became strange. They lowered their heads and occasionally stole glances at Kimura Momo.

Kimura Momo's expression remained unchanged, and her voice was still as pleasant as a spring breeze: "So it was a misunderstanding. It seems I need to be more careful."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and said to the two security guards, "I'm sorry to have made you two come all this way because of me. I'm sorry for the trouble."

"No need, serving the homeowners is our duty." The two bowed to Kimura Momo.

Shirakawa Natsumi wondered if it was just her imagination, but the two security guards seemed to be looking at Kimura Momo with even more fervor.

After the two security guards left, Kimura Momo bowed to Shirakawa Natsu and said, "Mr. Natsu, please take care of me in the future."

"Hmm." Bai Chuanxia nodded. He had originally planned to wait for her to break down before seizing the opportunity, but her cunning was deeper than he had imagined. This further confirmed Bai Chuanxia's guess that this girl definitely had a problem.

He opened the door and, in the instant it closed, caught a glimpse of Kimura Momo's expression through the crack.

She remained as gentle and refined as jade, as if it were all just an accident.

Kimura Momo returned to her room, turned on the light, and kept smiling. Her coat slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, followed by her top, pants, shoes, and underwear.

When she arrived at the study, she was completely naked, her exquisite skin appearing almost transparent under the light.

The study's four walls are neatly lined with books, and the windows are blocked, allowing only a faint ray of light to filter in.

The light shone on these books, revealing varying degrees of newness and age; some were slightly curled and yellowed, while others were perfectly straight and brand new. All the books were neatly arranged and categorized, giving one the feeling of having traveled through time.

Kimura Momo sat at her desk in the middle of the room, turned off the desk lamp, and the daylight illuminated the desk.

The table was covered with photos, all featuring the same person: Shirakawa Natsu.

Kimura Momo gently picked up a notebook from the side; it was half full of neat handwriting.

Pick up your pen and turn to the latest page.

"On May 16th, when he realized the danger..."

She wrote down everything about Shirakawa Natsu's performance that day and then put a final period to it.

I checked it one more time before closing the laptop.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and her voice held a uniquely feminine charm: "Mr. Xia is indeed very interesting~ What experiment will we conduct next?"

Just then, her phone rang. When she answered, a young man's voice came through: "Ms. Kimura, hello. The commission for the room you entrusted us to rent out has been deducted and transferred to your account. If you still need to rent out rooms, please let us continue to serve you."

"Thank you." Kimura Momo hung up the phone with a smile.

It wasn't by chance that Mikoto found the room next to hers. Rather, after Kimura Monome learned that she was looking for an apartment, she bought a vacant apartment next door and then, through a real estate agency, naturally rented it to Mikoto.

Back in his room, Shirakawa Natsumi was still preoccupied with Kimura Momo.

He didn't believe such a coincidence could exist, but after thinking it over, her most likely purpose was to seek revenge for having her childhood sweetheart stolen away.

"Are they trying to kill me step by step?" Shirakawa Natsu leaned back on the sofa. He had been tense the whole time, but now that he relaxed, a wave of drowsiness washed over him. He just wanted to close his eyes for a while and soon fell asleep.

He heard a commotion on the sofa below, and slowly opened his eyes. It was Miyuki, holding a book in her hands and crossing her legs.

"When did you get back?" Shirakawa Natsu covered her forehead with her hand. She was weak and her body ached all over because she wasn't in a good position on the sofa.

Upon hearing the voice, Mi no Shiki didn't even look up: "I've been back for a long time."

"What are you looking at so intently?" Shirakawa Natsu leaned closer. The book in Miyuki's hand was small, with a cover featuring a shadowy style, and it seemed to be a horror novel.

"The Terrifying Black Hole is a pretty good new type of horror novel." Mikoto casually tossed the book to him: "It's a pity that this type of novel is too niche. Something of the same genre would be better."

Shirakawa Natsu curiously took it and casually flipped through it. It already had the prototype of a Cthulhu-like framework from her previous life, and it had already shown elements of mutation, tentacles, and distortion: "I didn't expect you to like this kind of story."

“Mysterious, unknown.” Mikoto took the novel back. “It’s quite novel.”

“It’s not actually that mysterious,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “You can change the perspective and replace the monsters in the story with humans, and have the protagonist see things from the perspective of an ant. Then the whole story will no longer be mysterious.”

"Hmm?" Miyuki turned her head, casting a curious glance.

“If ants had consciousness, one day they would discover that their companions had gone to faraway places to forage for food, but had all been burned to death,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “So the ants would form a circle, pick out pieces of food, arrange them in a circle, then in a triangle, and then attract the little boy’s attention. From the ants’ perspective, they would be using a special ritual to summon the gods.”

“…” Miyuki’s lips twitched; she didn’t want to share books with Shirakawa Natsu anymore.

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged: "Like those stories about falling in love with monsters, monsters and humans are different races, and their understanding is completely different. How could they possibly fall in love with each other?"

Miyu glanced at him sideways, then ignored him and started flipping through the book again.

Shirakawa Natsu sat for a while, picked up his drawing board from the side, and began to draw quickly. After being discharged from the hospital, he slowed down the release speed of his comics and updated them weekly, just like other comic artists.

It has evolved from initially wanting to use comics to make the world feel pain to making money while making the world feel pain.

When he slowed down, the entire industry breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was afraid of comparing themselves to others; when the "King of Rolls" stopped, everyone gradually began to give up.

Inspired by Miyuki today, he decided to use his spare time to earn some extra money.

After a moment's thought, his paintbrush danced swiftly across the paper, and new life was born from his hands.

Hearing the swishing sound, Miyuki curiously approached, looked at the canvas, and her expression gradually became strange: "What are you drawing?"

“The Cthulhu mythos, the radical for ‘hand’ in the character, is the verb ‘to masturbate’,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “It was the novel you were just reading that inspired me.”

The artwork depicts a dark-skinned animal-eared girl who can constantly change her form, from a dark-skinned loli to a dark-skinned mature woman.

"This is called the Hound of Tindaros. In the story, an investigator took something he shouldn't have, and she chased him across time. This black-skinned beast-eared girl will appear in this investigator's timeline, attacking and humiliating him at different ages. What a terrifying creature."

He turned to a page of the drawing, which depicted a boy who was not yet ten years old being tormented by a mature, dark-skinned, beast-eared face holding a prop.

Further on, there's an eighty-year-old investigator who is mercilessly bullied by a dark-skinned loli with animal ears.

"It's terrifying, isn't it? Once you get involved with such a creature, you'll never be able to escape it in your entire life." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head.

Mi no Shiki remained expressionless.

“There’s something even more terrifying.” Shirakawa Natsu turned to another page, where the female creature didn’t even have a human appearance.

It was entirely sky blue, with a jellyfish-like head and two feathered wings on its head, yet it had a human-like slender waist and long, human-like legs, seemingly wearing black stockings, and its body was wrapped in golden ribbons and a lace dress.

"Humans captured by this terrifying creature will completely lose their dignity as human beings. Apart from playing on their phones and eating, they will be forced to appease this monster and their species every day."

Despite not wanting to speak, Miyuki couldn't help but ask, "Why can I play on my phone?"

“Monsters aren’t capitalists, so how can they do things that kill the goose that lays the golden eggs?” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “In order to better reproduce the species, of course we have to consider the mental well-being of these exploited people. Isn’t that terrifying?”

Miyuki closed the book; she didn't want to read any more: "This kind of comic can't be published."

"It's okay, I'll just change my identity to a master craftsman and sell my books." Shirakawa Natsumi said confidently, "Making money is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Go to sleep." Mi Zhi Shi glanced at him sideways, stood up, and turned to go back to her room.

Shirakawa Natsu painted for a long time until she felt sleepy, then put down her easel and went to her room to sleep.

After starting to create new works, I exercise at home for half an hour every morning. As long as I don't go out, I'm not afraid of being followed.

The Cthulhu mythos became an instant hit online, different worlds, the same perversion.

Shirakawa Natsumi made a fortune, but of course, he was unaware that the title of "Master Craftsman" had led to a rapid increase in his fame, and his works were being over-interpreted.

At this point, he finally received an admission invitation from the University of Tokyo.

He fell into deep thought when he saw the literature major.

What exactly is Kimura Momo trying to do?

Chapter 32 Nao Jingu

Shirakawa Natsu holds the invitation. If she goes to Tokyo University, she will have to face Kimura Momo, but if she doesn't go, the woman won't come to her.

The landlady of a luxury apartment is usually of high quality, but it's easy to run into trouble if you try to have an affair with someone close to you.

After weighing the pros and cons, Shirakawa Natsu decided to go to Tokyo University.

It has been two months since the start of the semester, but he was admitted through a special admissions program and was able to join the class directly.

Over the next two days, with Miyuki's help, he completed the enrollment procedures and officially became a student at Tokyo University.

The University of Tokyo is directly connected to his apartment by subway, so he doesn't need to take a ride from Miyuki.

On Monday, Shirakawa Natsu carried her backpack and walked into the University of Tokyo campus to attend school. Before leaving, she put her phone on silent.

The University of Tokyo was particularly lively in the morning, with young men and women coming and going, seemingly wanting to show their best side.

There are mature and alluring outfits, cute and girly styles, and even bespectacled girls with black-rimmed glasses.

University girls are bolder than high school girls, yet they are not as exposed to the dangers of the adult world.

Nude stockings, black stockings, fishnet stockings, over-the-knee stockings, bare feet, white stockings—you name it, they have it.

Shirakawa Natsu also saw a girl holding her boyfriend's hand. Her stockings had an oval-shaped hole, revealing her leg flesh. It was unclear whether it was for a design or if she had worn them before coming.

"I knew I didn't make a mistake coming here." The emotions that Shirakawa Natsu had been suppressing these past few days were released as if they had been placed on Hashimoto Arina's lips, and her whole body relaxed.

He asked the student next to him about the literature department building, and then walked in the direction the student was pointing.

"The Faculty of Arts, the Faculty of Arts." Shirakawa Natsu had been here before when she was enrolling, but the buildings of the school were all very similar, and she felt a little dizzy for a moment.

He walked forward relying on his memory, and before he had gone far, he saw students pointing at the entrance of a teaching building, where there seemed to be quite a few people gathered.

Shirakawa Natsu, who also enjoyed watching a spectacle, immediately became interested and walked in that direction.

Even before getting close, they could hear a speaker playing a name on repeat: "Shirakawa Natsu~ Shirakawa Natsu~"

Shirakawa Natsu's face darkened. She looked closely and saw that Shirakawa Natsu had long, straight black hair and a ninety-point appearance. Her long hair on the left side was braided into three braids.

She wore only a T-shirt on her upper body, which made her waist look slender, and super short hot pants on her lower body, from which a pair of long legs in black stockings stretched out. She wore white sneakers on her feet, and her whole person was full of energy.

It was Jingu Nao who was with Kimura Momo that day.

She held up a sign, constantly turning her head to look around; it had the name "Shirakawa Natsu" written in large letters.

"Damn it!" Shirakawa Natsu was completely exasperated. She cursed under her breath, too lazy to ask why, and turned to leave.