The screams subsided after a moment.
Morioka Youko looked around at the crowd, just about to say something in explanation, when the walkie-talkie on the table buzzed again.
This sudden sound threw Morioka Youko into a fluster.
She grabbed the walkie-talkie, and then she heard Beichuan Si's voice:
"Why did this boy suddenly barge in?"
There was a touch of confusion in his voice.
Beichuan Si hadn't even had a chance to call Morioka Youko to drag the person away when another boy rushed in from outside.
Hearing Beichuan Si's confused voice, Morioka Youko's lips trembled and in a weak voice, she asked, "Is he... all right?"
The sound of the person's screams as he rushed in had ceased, which was suffocating to think about.
"He's fine," Beichuan Si answered indifferently.
"That's good."
Morioka Youko had just heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Beichuan Si say:
"He's lying at my feet right now. Both have fainted. Come in and give us a hand."
