The time was evening after the rehearsal.
The sun had set in the west, and Uesugi Sakura, who had practiced for another day, planned to go home.
"Hmm? You're not planning to practice until ten tonight?" Murata wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
Uesugi stretched his arms by interlocking them, saying, "Today, I need to head back early. Lately, my sleep quality hasn't been great. If I push it further, my health will worsen."
Murata was silent for a moment, then looked up, "I say, Uesugi, are you the so-called common enemy of men? A high-quality male?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you guys should take a look at us, we still don't have girlfriends!"
"According to your logic with your 500-meter run, it's expected that you haven't found a girlfriend." Uesugi Sakura switched legs to relieve the muscle fatigue of the day.
Murata squatted beside him, tilting his head to look up at him, asking:
"Why does running lead to getting a girlfriend?"
