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A dazzling five-pointed star glitter was pasted under the corner of her right eye, and her lips were painted with a vibrant, luscious lipstick.
She wore silver ear clips on both earlobes, three on the left and five on the right, and six silver bracelets of varying thicknesses were wrapped around her left wrist in layers.
Her dazzling blonde hair and the dazzling array of accessories she wore undoubtedly violated the school rules of Changteng.
However, it was clear that the student council members in charge of discipline did not have enough courage to correct this maverick student.
As for the teachers...
Yato-hime always ignored her.
Looking at Yatohime's half-closed eyes, which seemed to show a disdain for everything, Fuyuko Imai's heart began to pound again, feeling a little uneasy about whether this "big sister" would grant her request.
Of course, she didn't know that Yatohime was squinting because she had just woken up and was still in a dazed "boot-up" state.
thump.
With her hands on the ground and her forehead touching the floor of the activity room, Fuyuko Imai performed a perfect dogeza (lower back to the knee) and said, "Things are just as Aozawa-sensei said!"
"Please, Sister Yato, you must stand up for me!"
Yato-hime yawned casually and said lazily, "Tell me first, why did those guys come looking for you?"
"Actually... it was the guy who was in charge who took a liking to me and insisted that I be his girlfriend."
Fuyuko Imai looked up, her face full of frustration and disgust. "But he's not my type at all!"
Her face was covered in acne, and she had a head of dry, yellow hair dyed with cheap chemicals.
I like guys who are clean-cut, sunny, energetic, and athletic...
Once she started talking, she couldn't help but begin to describe her ideal type in detail.
Yato-hime didn't interrupt her, but listened patiently, and from this slightly off-topic narration, she roughly pieced together the outline of the matter.
Fuyuko Imai is a game enthusiast who often goes to the "Denko Arcade" near Takadanobaba Station with her friends to play games.
Unfortunately, last Saturday, a group of delinquents who claimed they would "dominate Tokyo" occupied the area.
The blond-haired leader has a strange sense of self-confidence and keeps pursuing Imai Touko in the name of love, which seriously affects her gaming experience.
However, Fuyuko Imai did not want to easily change the arcade.
Because her three-year membership at the arcade hadn't expired yet.
Unwilling to give up, she heard about the philosophy club's "deeds" and mustered up the courage to seek their help.
In her opinion, Yato-hime, who also belonged to the "bad" category, should be able to keep those guys in check.
"Okay, leave this to me."
Yato-hime readily agreed.
She knew very well that those delinquent teenagers from the bottom of society, though not respectable, were indeed a nuisance to ordinary students and citizens.
After deciding to help, Yatohime opened her backpack and took out a stack of temporary tattoos.
"I need to gear up before I set off."
Hoshino Saori curiously picked up a sticker with a ferocious blue dragon printed on it and exclaimed, "Wow, this design is so cool! Is it a sticker?"
"These aren't ordinary stickers; they're temporary tattoos."
"Yato-hime corrected."
Upon hearing this, Hoshino Saori frowned slightly and said, "A tattoo? That's not a good idea..."
"Don't worry, temporary tattoos and real tattoos are two different things."
Yatohime had to explain the difference between the two to her.
Nowadays, very few people choose to get tattoos because they are difficult to remove.
Temporary tattoos are much more convenient, as they can be easily removed.
More importantly, you can change the pattern as you like to meet the needs of different occasions and moods.
"Oh, so that's how it is!"
Hoshino Saori suddenly realized, and her fair cheeks immediately lit up with excited anticipation. "Can I put one on too?"
"sure."
Yato-hime readily nodded.
Hoshino Saori immediately turned her wary gaze toward Aozawa, who was standing to the side.
He understood instantly, stood up immediately, said, "I'll wait outside," and left the activity room, gently closing the door behind him.
……
After a while, Hoshino Saori's clear voice came from inside the door: "Teacher~ You can come in now!"
Qingze pushed open the door.
On the solid wood floor, Yatohime stood with her hands on her hips.
She casually tied her school uniform jacket around her waist, and the top two buttons of her white shirt were undone, leaving the front slightly open and revealing the temporary tattoo pattern covering her chest.
It was a dark blue-green demon with a hideous face, which looked extremely terrifying.
Both sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing an image of a ferocious blue dragon on the left and a majestic white tiger on the right.
Hoshino Saori squatted down at Yatohime's feet with a grin. Their outfits were exactly the same, except for the pattern on their arms.
Her arms were covered with various intricate and colorful floral patterns, instantly transforming her into a "flower-armed girl".
"Ye Lu died bitterly!"
Hoshino Saori imitated the tone of a delinquent girl, shouting with great flair, then eagerly showed it to Aozawa, "Teacher, what do you think? Isn't it super cool?"
"Button up your shirt right now! And roll up your sleeves! You're not allowed to show yourself like this before you leave school!"
Qingze gave the order in a bad mood.
Hoshino Saori said "Oh," and obediently straightened her clothes while muttering under her breath, "Teacher is such a spoilsport..."
The two obediently put on their school uniforms, and their appearance changed back to that of well-behaved high school girls.
They picked up their schoolbags and the four of them left the philosophy club.
After leaving the school, Qingze naturally couldn't follow them into the arcade to directly confront that group of delinquents.
He pretended to be strolling around the nearby shopping street.
Meanwhile, Yatohime quickly took off her school uniform jacket again, tied it around her waist, rolled up her sleeves, and resumed her "big sister" demeanor, striding into the "Electric Game Hall".
……
The "Electric Light Game Hall" is spacious inside, with all kinds of game machines emitting noisy sounds and dazzling lights.
There are racing games with driving simulation, exciting shooting games, rows of classic arcade games, and claw machines with enticing flashing lights, among others.
Despite the wide variety of games available, about half of the machines were idle at this time.
Guided by Touko Imai, Yato-hime arrived at a row of arcade machines.
Four delinquent teenagers with dyed yellow hair and wearing earrings sat side by side, engrossed in a fierce battle.
Yato-hime strode forward, her gaze sweeping over the group, and asked Imai Touko for confirmation, "Which blond guy is it?"
"it's him."
Fuyuko Imai pointed to the guy in the middle who looked like the leader.
The blond-haired man noticed someone was there and turned his head.
"Snapped!"
A resounding slap landed directly on his face.
The immense force made Huang Mao's vision go black, half of his face went numb instantly, his teeth felt loose, and he felt dizzy all over.
The three henchmen next to him instinctively tried to stand up.
Yatohime's eyes narrowed, her icy gaze sweeping over the three like a tangible blade.
The three henchmen were intimidated by her imposing presence. They swallowed hard, exchanged glances, and ultimately didn't dare to move.
They usually enjoy flirting and teasing girls who seem easy to bully, but this one in front of them...
That gaze, that aura—it was clearly a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, making them dare not even entertain the thought of joking.
"This arcade is my territory."
Yato-hime looked down at the blond-haired man who was covering his face, her voice not loud, but carrying a sense of oppression, "Where are you from?"
The blond-haired guy was a little dazed by her beating and subconsciously replied, "My older brother is Serizawa from Linglan High School!"
"Oh? So it's that short-legged one."
Yatohime looked enlightened, then slapped him again, saying, "Tell him that if he dares to cross the line again, I'll wipe out your entire Linglan High School."
"You bastard! How dare you insult Serizawa-nii-san?!"
Huang Mao's greatest idol was the boss, Serizawa Masao. Upon hearing that someone dared to slander him, he was instantly blinded by righteous indignation and suddenly pulled a folding fruit knife out of his pocket.
However, Yatohime reacted quickly, grabbing his wrist before the tip of his knife was fully revealed and snatching the fruit knife away with a little force.
Then, she flipped her wrist, and the fruit knife seemed to come alive at her fingertips, drawing dazzling silver arcs.
Yellow Hair's gaze involuntarily followed the shimmering blade, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Suddenly, Yatohime paused, and her arm shot forward.
The knife tip pressed precisely against the blond-haired man's throat.
This skillful disarming and knife-handling technique completely stunned the blond-haired man, who felt his legs go weak.
I don't want to repeat myself.
Yatohime's voice was cold, "Tell Serizawa that my name is Yatohime."
"If he's not satisfied, he's welcome to come find me at Changteng High School anytime. I'll see what happens."
She casually tossed the fruit knife back, then kicked the blond-haired man squarely in the stomach.
"Ugh!"