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After that, the relationship between the two girls became better and better.

However, other students began to distance themselves from the two of them, and occasionally some gossip could be heard.

"Have you heard? Several thugs died in the alley near the school last time!"

"Someone saw Kiana and Asakura-san coming out together!"

"Could they have killed him?"

"It is said that there were traces of Honkai energy there! The way those thugs died was horrible! Their faces turned into those of dead soldiers... If they were ordinary people, why could they walk out like nothing happened!"

“…How scary!”

"Did you misunderstand something?" Pan Yue stepped forward and explained, "I am the Valkyrie of Destiny. Although I am only B-level, it is still easy for me to clean up a few pieces of trash."

"So, it was Kiana who killed those dead soldiers infected with Honkai energy..."

"That makes sense now..."

"Kiana-san is so amazing! She's actually the Valkyrie of Destiny!"

Pan Yue did not explain too much and let them speculate based on this assumption.

Two months later.

"Kiana, your birthday is in a few days, right?" Asakura Miyuki walked over and asked, "Is there anything you really like?"

"Ah, I can't think of anything right now," Pan Yue rested his chin on his fingers and thought, "Asakura-san, just give me anything you want, I like them all."

"Why don't you come to my house to celebrate your birthday?" Asakura Miyuki suggested, "I'll cook longevity noodles for you myself."

"Oh that's fine."

It was the evening of Kiana's birthday.

A strawberry cake that suits Pan Yue's taste was already placed on the table. Asakura Miyuki brought out a bowl of longevity noodles from the kitchen and placed it in front of Pan Yue. She happily sat next to her and sang the birthday song.

"This is the first time a friend celebrates my birthday for me," Banyue thanked him, "Thank you, Asakura-san."

"Kiana, you are so polite!" Asakura Miyuki said, "Kiana saved my life, and this is all I can do to repay you..."

"Kiana... I have something else I want to give you," Asakura Miyuki shyly took out a cherry pink sachet from her bosom and put it in Panyue's hand, "This is the Three-Year Sakura that I sewed myself."

"Wow, so exquisite," Pan Yue praised, picking up the sachet and smelling it, "It smells so good... What is a three-year cherry?"

"An ancient Japanese book, 'Konohanasakuya-hime', says that if a girl makes a sachet with petals from the same cherry tree at the age of 14, 15, and 16, then Konohanasakuya-hime, the goddess of Mount Fuji, will bless her love." Asakura Miyuki explained, her cheeks getting redder and redder.

"Love..."

Pan Yue thought, can it be eaten as a meal?

"Kiana..."

"Ah?" Pan Yue came back to his senses after being called.

"Kiana, I...I like you..." Asakura Miyuki lowered her head, held Banyue's hand and tried to confess, "You are the first person I like! Please date me!"

"Ah?" Pan Yue was full of question marks.

Did I lead the plot astray? Is this part also in the original book?

"Kiana... don't you like me..." Asakura Miyuki was a little sad, and her tears fell uncontrollably.

"Don't cry, I haven't said anything yet." Pan Yue was most afraid of seeing girls cry, and said at a loss, "Well... Although it's really sudden, it's not impossible to give it a try..."

"Really? Is it true?" Asakura Miyuki raised her head and quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand and asked.

"This is the first time I've received a confession from a girl. Let's try getting along like this first..." Pan Yue touched his nose, took a few pieces of paper from the table and handed them to Asakura Miyuki to wipe her tears, looking away with an evasive look.

Asakura Miyuki happily hugged Panyue, then kissed her on the cheek and said, "Okay, let's take it slow."

A few months later.

"Have you noticed that more and more students in school are infected with Honkai recently?" The students in the class said anxiously.

"Yes, not long ago, several students in the senior class were infected with Honkai and turned into zombie-like dead soldiers."

"It seems to be the class of the young lady from the Mei Society."

"Oh, don't mention her. Didn't you hear that something happened to her father? It seems that he committed a crime and was sent to prison."

"Maybe her family is so rich because her father made the money by doing bad things."

"What bad luck! I used to admire her so much, but now she ends up with this kind of family."

Has something happened to Raiden Mei's family?

When Pan Yue heard these rumors, he walked into the crowd and said a few fair words on behalf of Raiden Mei.

She really doesn't like people using their own language to help malicious people attack others just because of a groundless rumor.

"Classmates, Mei Raiden should be a good person in normal times," said Pan Yue. "Let's not talk about whether her father was framed. Why should a girl who knows nothing be made to pay for the mistakes made by the elders?"

"Kiana, you come from a good family, so of course you think that the mistakes of your elders should not be borne by your children," one of the girls retorted, "but for ordinary families like us, the money that Raiden Ryoma embezzled through crimes may have been obtained by squeezing the blood and sweat of ordinary people like us."

"How can we not hate you?"

"That's right! That's right!" Many students echoed.

"Besides, Mei Raiden has enjoyed so much happiness for so many years because of her family background. If she is treated coldly now, she can only blame her biological father. We are just talking nonsense, so why should we overflow with sympathy and empathy for the capital?"

Pan Yue sighed and left the crowd.

These people are indeed not wrong. If the crimes committed by Raiden Ryoma are true, they should indeed arouse public outrage among ordinary people.

She had no way to explain the interests between Raiden Ryoma and Cocolia to these people, so she might as well go directly to find Raiden Mei. She must stop her from doing something irreparable because of a momentary wrong thought.