There is no doubt that Hayakawa Natsuhi attaches great importance to the value of Slat, a music master. The two of them had not been walking on the road for more than ten minutes when a call from her subordinate came, seemingly to inform her that things had been arranged.

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Hayakawa Natsuhi hummed, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Let her wait for me over there."

When Xuexueji hung up the phone, Shirakawa Zeping asked: "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah. It has always been there."

"Then where are you going now?" Shirakawa Zehei asked one more question. He originally asked Miss Xia Zhi to treat her to a drink, but now something suddenly happened to her halfway there. Wasn't this God deliberately allowing him to prostitute her for nothing?

?

It doesn't matter if I buy something, at least I'll treat you to a meal. I didn't spend a penny when I went out to eat today. I don't want to be labeled as a pretty boy.

"Drink." The little tsundere Xue Ji raised her eyebrows, "Shirakawa-kun, do you want to regret it?"

"Of course not...Is there any problem with you there?"

"What's the problem?" Hayakawa asked in return.

Shirakawa Zeping thought for a while and suddenly said with emotion: "I have long guessed that your family is rich, but today I saw that your family seems to be a little richer than I guessed."

"Are you surprised?" Hayakawa Natsuhi glanced at him lightly: "I thought you knew everything."

"...Ahem... Hayakawa-san was joking..."

Of course he can know everything, but only if your favorability is high enough.

However, Shirakawa Zeping naturally did not have the courage to say this. He shook his head and said: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have invited you to drink. It feels like you are humiliating yourself in front of rich people."

Hayakawa Natsuhi pursed her lips and chuckled, "It's really unexpected that Shirakawa-san would say such a thing."

"Isn't it true?"

"It doesn't count." Miss Xia Zhi walked forward on her own and stopped in front of a red light on the sidewalk. "Do you think you can live happily if you have money?"

"..."

If Miss Xia Zhi's character was a little more crude, I'm afraid the next sentence would be: "No, you can't even imagine the happiness of rich people."

However, fortunately, the persona of the first student Ji was not unreliable. When the green light came on, she gently hooked her hands behind her and walked slowly, with a faint sense of alienation in her tone: "In fact, sometimes too much is not

What a good thing."

Shirakawa Zeping's heart moved, and he suddenly wanted to say something. The corner of his eye suddenly caught a burst of dazzling light.

He felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, as if he had a strange premonition, and at the same time, a harsh electronic sound sounded from Hayakawa Natsuhi's body.

This was the sound of a siren, and the surrounding bodyguards had noticed the early warning. Hayakawa Natsuhi regained his composure for a while, raised his eyes to observe the surrounding situation, and quickly wanted to retreat.

An out-of-control truck whizzed by, carrying a gust of wind, and suddenly passed in front of Shirakawa Zehei and Hayakawa Natsuhi. It was just a little bit away from extinguishing the life of the beautiful girl in front of them.

If the speed of the truck had been a little faster, or if the warning speed had been slower for one second, Hayakawa Summer Solstice might have become a ghost in the accident.

Fortunately, fortunately she reacted.

Before Shirakawa Zehei could breathe a sigh of relief, the co-pilot of the out-of-control truck suddenly made movement. A black gun muzzle protruded from the gap in the window of the car, aiming at Hayakawa who was close at hand as if it had been premeditated.

summer solstice.

His pupils suddenly dilated, and he didn't even have time to say anything. His body's reaction made him stretch his hand towards Hayakawa Natsuhi's shoulder.

This is not an accident, this is murder!

A murder against Hayakawa Summer Solstice!

Hayakawa Natsuhi also discovered the muzzle, but her face did not look sad as she was about to die. Instead, she looked calm, regretful and lonely.

In this case, it seems to be a doomed situation.

She thought of her past. When she was young, she felt that no one of her own age could keep up with her thinking, so she had always been a maverick. This idea did not change until she grew up, and she was quite lonely.

The feeling of defeat.

People often say behind her back that she is proud and cold, but this is indeed the case. She has the capital to be proud. If you can't make her treat you as an equal, it is understandable that she is too lazy to look at you.

When a person stands on the top of the mountain, he will find it difficult to communicate with those standing on the mountainside or at the foot of the mountain.

Nothing in this world can trouble her, the only difference is whether she is willing to do it or not. Of course, she is the object of praise and pursuit by her elders. Even her own sister has begun to imitate her, but she does not like her sister.

so.

Xia Zhi used to call her sister. When did she stop calling me that way?

It's ironic to think about it. She has been going smoothly for so many years since she was a child. She is known as the genius of the Hayakawa family and represents the future of the Hayakawa family. However, she was set up when she was executing the first business plan entrusted to her by the family.

kill.

How many people will be sad, or how many people will be able to hold back their laughter at my funeral? How will they hold my funeral?

How long will it take for me to... be forgotten, as if I have never experienced this world?

Thoughts flash by like rewinding the tape. There is a folk saying that before death, people will recall the things they have experienced like watching a movie. It is as if God intentionally let you pass through this world, but you can’t even recall it.

I won't even let you take it away.

The countdown to Hayakawa's death came very quickly, and it seemed that the other party had no intention of letting her reminisce about the past. There was no huge roar from the muzzle of the silencer, but only a slight sound, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed.

In the air.

The figure rolled, the wheels flew, and the girl's consciousness fell into darkness with a buzzing sound...

…

Asano Natsori sat in a well-decorated concert hall, quietly waiting for the arrival of Hayakawa's summer solstice.

Her expression was very unhappy, and she almost didn't have anger written on her face. To her, that hateful black-hearted woman was clearly just amusing herself.

You are obviously very good at piano, but you still want me to do it? Are you looking down on me?

And there is that Italian master who has nothing to do and is full of food. He travels all over the world, which is really boring. He just has nothing to do, but he actually caused me to be arrested!

There must be a limit to treating me as a tool! When that pretty boy Shirakawa Zeppei prostituted me for free, he was still a little ashamed!

She waited there angrily for a long time, but never saw Hayakawa's figure. Instead, a secretary from home hurried over and told her some shocking news.

"The eldest lady was assassinated and has been sent to the hospital now... The second lady."

Asano Natsori's little face was stunned for a while, and then her expression became cold little by little. She slowly stood up from the piano, her face so pale that it made people feel distressed.

"Take me there," she said, her eyes so cold that there was no trace of warmth, just like Hayakawa's aura during the summer solstice.
Chapter completed!