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

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Hashimoto Arina carried his things inside her body. As she boarded the plane, her eyes were red, and she waved goodbye to him with a smile as bright as a little sun.

Just like in that small hospital room, every time she left, she would wave to him and say, "See you tomorrow."

Shirakawa Natsu stood still, watching the plane take off through the glass window.

As expected, as long as there is love, even someone like me who is obsessed with sheer black stockings can accept sheer flesh-colored stockings.

After returning from the international airport, Shirakawa Natsu officially began her health regimen.

I go for a walk every morning, pay attention to my diet, read in the morning, draw comics in the afternoon, and submit applications to various universities in the evening. I go to bed promptly at 10 o'clock every night and make sure I get 8 hours of sleep every day.

Miyuki officially moved in seven days after Hashimoto Arina left, choosing the room next to hers.

Shirakawa Natsu realized he'd been tricked; his best friend had promised not to wear clothes after the shower, but he'd gone back on his word.

Miyuki sat on the sofa with a laptop on her feet. Her medium-length hair was tied up at the back of her head. She wore an oversized white cotton T-shirt with the neckline tilted to one side, revealing her right shoulder.

Tiny water droplets, left from a recent shower, cling to fair skin, making it appear dewy and radiant.

Her chest wasn't large, but it was firm enough that her T-shirt seemed to float, making it quite obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Two long, slender legs protrude from the hem of the T-shirt, rivaling those of runway models, causing the hem to only reach the upper thighs, making it visually appear as if no clothes are worn. I hate this kind of deceptive clothing the most.

"Is something the matter?" Mikoto noticed his gaze, frowned and looked over, casually shifting the position of her crossed legs.

Shirakawa Natsu was positioned perfectly to see, and after glancing over, realized she wasn't wearing anything, so it was fine.

"I feel like I'm being followed." Shirakawa Natsu got up and sat on the other side of the sofa, next to her. The spot where she sat just now always made her curiously look under her brother's T-shirt, which felt even more perverted.

Upon hearing this, Miyuki closed her notebook, frowned, and looked over: "When did this start?"

"I can't say for sure." Shirakawa Natsu lowered her head and thought: "I don't know when it started, but when I went out for a walk this morning, I felt like someone was following me. I also seemed to vaguely hear the 'click' sound of taking pictures, but when I turned around, I didn't see anything."

In Dongguk, a photographer once secretly photographed women on the subway and won a photography award, causing a public outcry. He was later sued, and from then on, Dongguk's photography equipment could not be switched to silent mode by default, forever branding the voyeur enthusiast with shame.

Miyuki frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "I'll follow behind you tomorrow morning."

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu nodded gratefully. My brother is awesome.

"I'm going to sleep." Miyuki stood up from the sofa, holding her laptop, and went to her room.

Shirakawa Natsumi somewhat understands why this playboy, despite his promiscuous lifestyle, constant stream of girlfriends, and utterly ruined reputation, still manages to attract respectable women willingly.

Aside from the fact that he has a charming way of speaking, the other 70% is because he gives people a sense of security.

Women care a lot about this.

Of course, 90 points also depend on appearance. After all, being ugly gives people a sense of security, which becomes a subtle compliment.

Shirakawa Natsu sat on the sofa, opened the Yellow Hair APP, and saw the familiar UI, with the main page still empty.

He had opened it countless times, just like when playing a mobile game, even after you've used up all your stamina, you'll still click to look at your virtual wife.

Should we upload Miyuki's photo?

Shirakawa Natsumi began to seriously consider this possibility: the "love" rating used by the Yellow Hair App might not necessarily be romantic love.

Then he and Miyuki will also be recognized, and given their relationship, they are likely to be maxed out directly, thus getting 100 points for free.

However, there is a huge hidden danger: if the friendship between the two is not at 100 but at 90, then it will be very awkward.

Friendship, unlike love, doesn't suddenly increase when you feel comfortable with it.

Although it has been tested, it can be transformed into other emotions, such as turning Miyuki gay and increasing love points.

But who knows how much of a romantic relationship friendship can turn into, and the idea of ​​"brotherhood" just feels weird.

"Never mind for now." Shirakawa Natsu closed the app. Unlike those other systems, the yellow-haired app didn't force him to complete tasks.

He decided to wait and first complete a few easy 60-point runs as planned, and then take his brother's points once he obtained powerful enough items.

Of course, it's about building up friendship points.

The next day, Shirakawa Natsu went out for a walk as usual, with Miyuki, dressed in sportswear and with his head covered by a hood, following not far behind.

With her by his side, Shirakawa Natsumi couldn't tell whether anyone else was following him.

My morning run ended as usual.

He had only been back in his apartment for a few minutes when Miyuki came in.

“Nothing was found.” Miki shook her head. “It’s the weekend, I’ll check again on Monday.”

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback: "Do stalkers start having weekends off now?"

Miyuki gave him a look as if he were an idiot: "I have a date this weekend, I don't have time to watch with you."

Shirakawa Natsu didn't go out over the weekend; he stayed home to submit his college applications. If the person he was following was a pretty older woman, even if she was a pervert, he would only ask her what position she liked, and I would get into position.

However, if you find yourself being followed in real life, it's highly likely that you're being stalked by robbers who want to steal your money and kill you.

Chapter 30: The Perverted Stalker?

Shirakawa Natsu sent his resume to various schools. With his achievements in the manga industry, it wouldn't be difficult for him to get a special admission to a school.

But he wanted to apply to a top university, so the approval process became very complicated and cumbersome. He couldn't even remember that he had provided a lot of messy and irrelevant information.

"Finally finished." Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her sore eyes, stood up from her seat, raised her hands and stretched, feeling a sense of relief, like the relief after constipation suddenly becoming easier.

Looking out the window, the sun hung listlessly on the western horizon, draping the sky in a red veil.

A gentle breeze occasionally drifts in through the window, caressing your cheeks, making it feel like the perfect time for a stroll.

Shirakawa Natsu changed into her sportswear, came out of the study, and threw her clothes and the laundry basket into the washing machine.

There were a few pieces of clothing that Miyuki had changed out of. The T-shirt from yesterday was still inside, with the two small dots on the chest area still showing. He planned to throw them all into the washing machine. When he picked up the T-shirt, he also took out a set of underwear.

Black, openwork, lace—these elements combined create an unexpectedly feminine touch.

Shirakawa Natsu picked up the underwear and put it back where it belonged. It was better not to wash the underwear for her, otherwise people might misunderstand and think that she used it to destroy evidence.

Watching the clothes tumble up and down in the washing machine, making a "buzzing" sound.

Shirakawa Natsumi arrived at the entrance hall with satisfaction, changed into sneakers, and pushed open the door.

He walked around the apartment, his body starting to sweat slightly, and he dared not go too far.

The sun always sets relatively quickly, and the temperature in the evening is a few degrees lower than during the day.

Shirakawa Natsumi couldn't help but shiver; his weak body made him more sensitive to temperature changes than normal people.

He turned his collar up a little to reduce the slight chill from the breeze on his neck.

"Let's go back first. We need to find an easy girl to win over quickly." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. This body was too weak. If he wasn't careful, he would get sick. Even a small cold could cause strange complications and lead to his death.

Shirakawa Natsu looked up, his expression hardening. He noticed the flowerbed below the apartment building, where there was a small square surrounded by public wooden benches, where children usually played and passersby rested.

At this moment, a silver-haired figure was sitting on the bench. Although only the outline of his back could be seen, his silver hair was too distinctive.

"Kimura Momo." Shirakawa Natsu murmured, turned to leave, but after a few steps she turned back. She had no reason to back down to him, and besides, why she was here was something that bothered him.

Shirakawa Natsu walked towards him from behind. From behind, he looked quite thin, with a delicate, feminine quality.

But this feeling only made him feel disgusted, that he was seriously ill, and that he could see femininity in men.

Kimura Momo didn't notice him approaching and was still looking at something.

Shirakawa Natsu walked up behind him, his expression changing as he saw Kimura Momo holding a tablet and carefully examining it.

A personal profile was displayed on the screen. I glanced at it quickly and didn't see the words clearly, but there was a photo on the profile, which was his ID photo.

Kimura Momo seemed to sense someone behind her and turned around in confusion. She saw Shirakawa Natsu, whose expression remained unchanged. He calmly turned off the screen and smiled, "So it's Mr. Natsu. What a coincidence that we met here."

Shirakawa Natsumi didn't mention what she had just seen on the tablet, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

“I live nearby,” Kimura Momo said, standing up. “Would Mr. Natsu like to come to my house for a visit?”

"Um, I have something to do at home, so I won't be able to go this time." Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand: "I'll definitely go next time."

After he finished speaking, he exchanged a few more subtle words with Kimura Momo before waving goodbye, lowering his head, and turning to leave.

Shirakawa Natsu maintained her normal pace and walked to a corner. Seeing that he hadn't followed, she quickened her pace instantly.

Tokyo is so big, he didn't believe he could run into Kimura Momo by chance.

Then I thought about the prying eyes I'd been getting these past few days.

As for the motive, isn't it enough that he took the shape of his childhood sweetheart's throat?

When these pieces are put together, the answer is becoming clear.

Kimura Momo has been spying on me, gathering information about me, and is pursuing some ulterior motive.

Thinking about his increasingly feminine appearance, Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down her spine from her buttocks.

Instead of going straight back to his apartment, he deliberately circled around in a crowded area, and only entered the apartment lobby when he noticed that no one was following him and he felt tired.

He stepped into the elevator, but instead of pressing his own floor button, he hurriedly pressed the close button. Watching the elevator doors slowly close, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's safe."

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the elevator door, which had been reduced to a mere crack, suddenly opened slowly again.

Kimura Momo stood at the elevator door, pressing the elevator open button with one hand. When she saw Shirakawa Natsu inside the elevator, a gentle smile appeared on her face again: "Mr. Natsu, it seems I was right. There must be some special fate between us."

Shirakawa Natsu's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and just as her expression was about to distort, she forced a smile: "What a coincidence."

Kimura Momo stepped into the elevator with a smile, pressed the close button, then pressed the 12th floor button, and turned around with that gentle and refined smile on her face: "Mr. Xia, which floor do you live on?"

His gentle and refined appearance, in Shirakawa Natsu’s eyes, seemed like that of a perverted villain in a movie.

He could almost see a muscular giant wearing a red headscarf, twisting his body and winking at him.

"Haha, what a coincidence~" Shirakawa Natsu burst into laughter: "I'm on the twelfth floor too."

Kimura Momo's face lit up with surprise: "I'm sorry, I've never met Mr. Xia before."

"Because I only moved here recently," Shirakawa Natsumi laughed. "There are four households per floor, and I don't go out much, so it's normal that I haven't run into anyone."

He laughed as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, pretending to check a message, while quickly thinking of a solution.

If it takes too long for the police to respond after calling the police, he will directly send a message to the apartment manager.

"Help! Twelfth floor, come quick!"

Thankfully, there was a signal in the elevator, otherwise it would have been really awkward.

Shirakawa Natsu casually put her phone away, while carefully moving her body to a position further away from him.

Given his frail physical condition, he would be no match for Kimura Momo in a fight.

"Ding dong!"

The elevator emitted a warning sound and then slowly opened to both sides.

"Mr. Kimura, please." Shirakawa Natsu quickly made a gesture of invitation, the most polite he had ever been since he crossed over to the East.

Kimura Shiono nodded slightly to him, maintained her smile, and stepped out of the elevator.

After waiting for him to leave, Shirakawa Natsumi estimated that he was about two steps away before slowly walking out of the elevator.

Kimura Momo didn't open the door, but smiled and asked, "Which room is Mr. Xia staying in?"

"Which room? Which room did I stay in?" Shirakawa Natsu was staying in room number 04, but of course she wouldn't say it now.

He was spouting nonsense while watching him warily, subtly leaning back, afraid that Kimura Mōyō might blurt out, "I'll show you something good."

Kimura Momo didn't seem to be in a hurry, maintaining a gentle smile and looking at him calmly.

Just as Shirakawa Natsu was so embarrassed she could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment, another elevator suddenly made a "ding" sound.

The elevator doors opened, and two uniformed security guards stepped out. Their gazes swept over the two people before finally settling on Kimura Momo.

After seeing the two security guards, Shirakawa Natsu breathed a long sigh of relief. He often saw these two downstairs. He pointed at Kimura Momo and was about to speak.

Two security guards bowed to Kimura Momo and asked, "Ms. Kimura, do you need any help?"

After they finished speaking, they all looked at Shirakawa Natsumi with wary eyes, shielding Kimura Momo behind them, their gazes like those of a pervert stalking a beautiful woman.

"?" A question mark slowly appeared above Shirakawa Natsumi's head.

"I'm sorry," Kimura Momo said with a smile, "It seems there's been some misunderstanding between me and this Mr. Xia."

After she finished speaking, she walked to room number 01, reached out and pressed the doorknob. With a crisp "click," the combination lock opened.

After opening the door, she smiled and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: "Mr. Natsu, you may have some misunderstandings about me."