You Don't Understand the Adult World

Fujino breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that the resentment did not come from the murderer, but from a Saintess was being pressured to marry by elderly people.

Murderous resentment stemming from unrequited love ×

Great Ridge Saintess attends wedding √

Attending a wedding and being pressured to get married by the older folks √

Fujino was all too familiar with this routine; this was exactly the scene when he was pressured to get married by relatives during the Lunar New Year.

Hmm... maybe it's just that the Lunar New Year was replaced by a wedding?

But the destructive power MAX·pro

Fujino took a moment to reflect on it and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

A hint of pity appeared in his eyes as he looked at the Saintess.

However, he seemed to have forgotten a classic quote from Mr. Lu Xun in his previous life:

When you gaze into the abyss—the abyss also gazes into you.

"Fuji, Fujino?"

Miss Saintess turned around and suddenly shouted in surprise.

The elderly people nearby turned around at the shout, their eyes fixed on him with undisguised curiosity and scrutiny.

Fujino: "...?"

"That's a problem student in my class, yes, a problem student. I have to go to work now, that's all!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and gave a stammering explanation to the people around her, then rushed over quickly in her high heels.

"Wait a minute, what is this...?"

"There's no time to explain, run!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed Fujino before he could finish speaking and quickly fled the scene.

Fujino instinctively wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't get rid of this brute force if he didn't use his strength.

This woman's power is still as terrifying as ever!

After a moment of quiet reflection, Fujino turned around and said, "Um, Sister Akemi, you take Ai home first, I'll be right there..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already been dragged a long way away.

Turn and enter a park.

"Phew, we finally escaped! We're saved!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka on the bench, letting out a sigh of relief, patting his proud chest, and catching his breath.

"So, pay attention to your image, Teacher Hiratsuka."

Fujino politely turned his head and glanced at the beauty who had run off without saying a word.

At this moment, she was wearing a black banquet dress that accentuated her curves. The straps draped over her snow-white shoulders were decorated with pale purple feathers, and her long black hair was styled up, echoing the dress.

Surprisingly, this Iron Fist Saintess, when dressed up, is quite feminine...

"I'm so sorry."

Hiratsuka Shizuka regained her composure and gave an awkward laugh, "I dragged you here without saying a word."

"It doesn't matter."

Fujino understood somewhat and patted her on the shoulder. "I understand."

Hiratsuka Shizuka: "..."

What do you understand?

So you're just a high school student, right?

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't pay much attention. She took out a cigarette case from her bag, pulled out a cigarette, put the butt in her mouth, and lit it.

She took a deep breath and asked Fujino, "By the way, what are you doing here? Has another case happened?"

"Why did you immediately think of a murder case when I showed up here?"

Fujino sighed helplessly, "Of course I'm here to attend a friend's wedding, just like you."

"I see, that makes sense. After all, there's really no other reason to go to a place like that except for attending a wedding..."

"But are you really sure it's okay?"

Fujino glanced at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who looked resentful, "Running away from a wedding halfway through or something..."

"I left a gift!" she declared matter-of-factly.

"I mean, run away in front of those people."

Fujino was speechless for a moment. "Those should all be acquaintances, right?"

"They're just relatives and parents, nothing serious."

"Isn't the problem precisely because they're relatives and parents?"

"Actually, I didn't want to go in the first place!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka lowered her head sadly, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and hummed dejectedly, "All my cousins are younger than me, we have nothing in common to talk about. The others all have this earnest talk about pressuring me to get married, and my parents nag about it too..."

"So let's go find one then."

Fujino crossed his arms and said earnestly, "Even if it's just a title, at least I won't be pressured into marriage."

"You make it sound so simple."

Hiratsuka Shizuka rolled her eyes, then a look of world-weariness crossed her face as she exhaled a long puff of smoke. "You don't understand the adult world..."

"So, what did you do before, as an adult?"

"After graduation, I'll become a teacher, and during holidays I'll read comics, eat ramen, and things like that."

"Turns out she's a homebody!"

"..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's face darkened slightly, and she looked at Fujino with a resentful expression, her eyes seeming to say, "Want to try the legendary Iron Fist Saintess's iron fist?"

"Ahem."

Fujino felt the topic was a bit risky, so he coughed lightly and changed the subject. "I mean, after the wedding there should be parties and banquets, and those kinds of occasions would be a great opportunity to meet some people of the opposite sex and go on blind dates, right?"

"That was my cousin's wedding, I'm not the point at all..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka stubbed out her cigarette hard. "And being chased away by your blind date with a look of disgust... blind dates are definitely the worst thing ever!"

"..."

Fujino glanced at the Saintess, who looked like a middle-aged man and was constantly grumbling, and gave her a dead fish look. He thought to himself: So this is why you haven't been able to find a partner all these years, right?

"Honestly, I gave a gift of money and still got lectured by so many people. It's such a rip-off..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed, threw her cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on it hard. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked at Fujino beside her, "Hey, I know a good ramen shop around here. Want to go eat together? Of course, it's your treat!"

"Eating ramen is nothing, so why should I treat you?"

"Because you still owe me so many bowls of ramen!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Since I've lost money on the gift money, I'll have to make it up to you..."

Why should you ask me to return the money you gave as a gift?

Fujino's eye twitched slightly. "I was the one who was dragged away by you as a problem child, wasn't I?!"

A red Aston Martin drives through the streets.

Fujino sat in the driver's seat, feeling the roar of the engine, he secretly marveled at how different the V12 engine of a luxury sports car was from that of an ordinary car.

Hiratsuka Shizuka wore high heels. She would have changed into flat shoes before driving, but she found it too troublesome and simply let Fujino drive.

However, before Fujino could drive far, he encountered the classic problem again—traffic jam.

Whether it's a V12 or a V50, they're all treated equally when it comes to traffic jams.

Fujino slammed on the brakes, looked at the congested traffic ahead, and remained silent for a moment.

He thought to himself, he drives Aston Martin like the rich Saintess teacher, not a Mazda like Sato Miwako's!

How can there still be a traffic jam here?

"The area ahead is cordoned off..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka to the sound of police sirens coming from the cars ahead. "It sounds like there's been a murder."

"Hmm, I see. I'll go check what's going on."

Fujino nodded slightly, sighed, opened the car door, got out, and headed towards the blockade at the end of the road.