"If you don't explain yourself clearly, I'll scream 'pervert.'"
Dubian Che's gaze shifted to the bottom of the stairs, where the Hundred Poems Club had set up a challenge.
"A few days ago, I saw you practicing alone in a corner of the school. When Ayane asked about it, I casually recommended you."
"You were peeking at my chest at that time, weren't you?!"
"Peeking... never mind." Dubian Che couldn't bother to ask how many misunderstandings there were, "I only recommended you to be the Minister, so what's there to fuss about?"
"You want to see me embarrass myself!" Yuzao Haomei asserted.
"Idiot." Dubian Che insulted her quite politely.
"What did you say?!"
"I said it's because you're talented."
"What, what talent?" Despite still looking confrontational, Yuzao Haomei was, after all, human, and deep down, she secretly looked forward to Dubian Che's response.
"Effort."
"Effort is also a talent?!"
