"Hmph, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't underestimate the poor girls! My foolish brother, just wait and see how my talent will make your jaw drop!"
The girl with black long straight hair and white silk fiercely rubbed the neck of the orange cat.
"..."
The orange cat couldn't speak, it just struggled to move its chubby body away from the hand clutching its neck and rolled its eyes.
Xu Shu, who stares at the cicada pupae in the toilet every night, knows better than anyone the terrifying talent of that seemingly irresponsible eighteen-year-old man with Great Perfection.
A mere invitation from the 'Granter', obtained at seventeen and a half, is supposed to make him drop his jaw?
No, who gave you the confidence?
Was it those 'reserve' Granters chosen meticulously at your school?
This sister is somewhat comical...
...
Glancing at the slightly excited 'scheming girl' beside him, the orange cat opened its mouth, yawned helplessly, and cried:
