"Who on Earth are you," Miyazaki asked, locking her brows.
Lu Shu thought silently, why are you all so fond of this question? What should be his answer this time?
Lu Shu pondered for two seconds before he confessed, "I am the legendary man of beauty and talent… Not good. You may call me the socialist iron fist!"
"… I beg your pardon?!"
"From Miyazaki Yuu's distress, +999!"
Then she asked, "But you didn't use your fist just now?"
"???"
It was not to be taken literally!
Before Lu Shu could figure out an explanation, Miyazaki drew from her long hair an extremely thin silver thread and darted towards Lu Shu. The silvery string chain glimmered ominously. Lu Shu tilted his body to avoid the attack, and the string had already cracked the wall behind, revealing the sound-proof layer and the iron compartment within!
