Chapter 089 Not Allowed to Touch My Head and Call Me Sister! / Housen Is Not Stupid / Nanase's Interest
A days later, seven o'clock in the morning.
In late September, although the weather was not as scorching hot as August, it was right during a rainy season.
Before walking out of the dormitory, Shimizu Akira took a glance at the weather forecast; at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the light rain would turn into moderate rain. He casually took an umbrella to carry on his body.
When walking out of the teaching building, there was already a person waiting for him at the entrance.
It was his girlfriend Matsushita Chiaki.
She was tinkering with her beautiful brown wavy curly hair with one hand, and seeing Shimizu Akira come out, she naturally waved her other hand: "Akira-kun!"
Shimizu Akira smiled: "Chiaki!"
The two walked side by side together.
Although Chiaki was somewhat embarrassed, she still bit her teeth and firmly hugged his arm.
"Chiaki, just take it slow."
Matsushita Chiaki instead hugged a bit tighter: "Between a couple, doing this is very normal."
This probably counted as the first time the two walked arm-in-arm.
Usually she walked together with Karuizawa Kei, watching with wide-open eyes as Kei firmly hugged Shimizu Akira's shoulder.
Shimizu Akira looked at her, an inexplicable expression floating up in his eyes.
Matsushita Chiaki gave him a white eye: "What? You feel Kei is a bit better?"
"No." Shimizu Akira didn't even think, "Just feel it's a bit strange. You are usually that much of a salted fish, it's always Kei who calls you out to eat together with us. Today she isn't here, and you suddenly proactively came to the dormitory entrance to wait for me, and also proactively hugged my arm—this clearly doesn't quite match your character and persona."
Matsushita Chiaki was momentarily at a loss for words. Her boyfriend sure enough still understood her.
The fact was indeed so. Today was originally when she and Kei had agreed together to go to school with Shimizu Akira, it was just that her good bestie was mindful of letting her and Shimizu Akira get closer, specially yielding the morning time to her, and also entreating her that this time she must definitely walk to school holding the opponent's arm.
However, just as she was pondering how to explain, fortunately Shimizu Akira didn't delve deep, but merely asked a casual sentence: "Chiaki, what event do you plan to sign up for this sports festival?"
"The sports festival..." The force with which Matsushita Chiaki hugged his arm loosened a bit, "I haven't thought it through yet. Anyway, my sports results are average, signing up for anything won't take a ranking."
"Then you also can't not sign up. At least five events per person, otherwise you will be randomly allocated."
"I know, that's why I'm worrying. Running can't outrun others, high jump and long jump aren't good either, ball sports not to mention. Sports I am truly not too good at. Akira-kun, what do you say I can still sign up for?"
Shimizu Akira tried to say: "Scavenger hunt race?"
"What is that?"
"Running to a designated location to check a slip of paper, and fulfilling the requirement on it. Generally it's taking a designated item and running back again. Doesn't require too strong physical capability, mainly relying on luck and reaction."
"Sounds like it's okay."
"Mm! I tried it last year, it doesn't consume physical capability too much. There's also the basketball shooting showdown, which also doesn't require running the whole court, standing at a fixed point to shoot baskets is fine."
"This I perhaps can... but I'm not too good at shooting baskets."
"Practicing it will make you know how, there's still time."
"Akira-kun, are you encouraging me?"
"Listen to what you're saying. You are my girlfriend, when you have no motivation I encourage you—isn't it very normal? This is also one of a boyfriend's obligations."
Hearing these words, Matsushita Chiaki lowered her head and started to laugh.
She firmly hugged Shimizu Akira's arm, leaning her face against his shoulder and saying: "Then in the future when I have no motivation, you have to encourage me, okay?"
"This is slightly a bit hard to manage." Shimizu Akira deliberately spread his hands.
"Why?!"
"Because you are Chiaki. The vast majority of the time you don't have much motivation, if I have to arouse your enthusiasm every time, wouldn't I tire myself to death."
Matsushita Chiaki was both angry and amused, unable to resist pinching his shoulder once: "Just comforting me when I am down is fine!"
"This is no problem."
The two people walked and chatted, finally arriving at the teaching building entrance.
Matsushita Chiaki swept a glance at that letter of challenge Nagumo Miyabi posted yesterday.
"Akira-kun, are you going to participate?"
"Mm. After all, five million personal points can be taken at most, and I also don't mind letting Nagumo Miyabi choke ten times."
"So it's like this!"
Shimizu Akira originally wanted to continue explaining a few sentences, who knew Matsushita Chiaki loosened her arm, immediately pulling out her phone to send a message to someone unknown.
"Informing Kei?" Shimizu Akira asked casually.
"No, sending it into our girlfriend group." Matsushita Chiaki revealed a big-sister-like smile.
Shimizu Akira was directly speechless: "This kind of thing is also sent?"
Chiaki re-hugged his arm, saying as a matter of course: "Mm, regarding your trends for the next sports festival, this belongs to key intelligence, of course it has to be sent in the group."
Another girlfriend group. Kikyo had mentioned it, Kei had also mentioned it, but he had never entered it.
"What do you guys usually chat about in that group?" he couldn't resist asking.
"Chatting about everything." Matsushita Chiaki broke her fingers counting, "For example, who you dated today, who you plan to eat with tomorrow, where you're going the day after tomorrow. Also everyone will share what words you said, what expressions you made, what clothes you wore."
"...Are you guys holding a detective convention?"
"Not a detective convention, it's an intelligence-sharing meeting. After all, you have so many girlfriends, if everyone doesn't communicate with each other, it's very easy to crash."
"?"
"For example, if two people invite you out at the same time, you'd be in a dilemma. So we agreed in advance, whoever invites you on which day must send a message in the group to report and register, and other people won't invite you. Just like when I invited you this morning, I had already spoken in the group long ago."
Shimizu Akira: "......"
No wonder when he was alone with a girlfriend he was rarely interrupted by others, so it turned out to be like this.
"Wait a moment, whose idea was this initially?"
"Don't know. I entered the group late, this was still what Kei told me. Supposedly it was a method Kushida Kikyo came up with."
Kikyo? Looking at it this way, she had secretly saved him quite a lot of worry.
"Right." Matsushita Chiaki looked at him with rare nervousness, "Akira-kun, are you free this Saturday? Can I invite you out for a date?"
Shimizu Akira smiled and touched her head: "I am naturally free. Then let's date together."
Chiaki only then let out a breath of relief.
However, looking at the big hand on top of her head, she revealed a rare disgusted gaze, thought about it, and instead extended her hand to similarly touch Shimizu Akira's head: "In the future you're not allowed to touch my head. Although Kei likes this, I don't like it one bit. I prefer to proactively do some things, like giving you a lap pillow, or helping you clean your ears. Don't you know? Your birthday is actually smaller than mine, in a strict sense, you should call me Sister Chiaki."
Shimizu Akira was startled for a moment by her speech.
"Sister Chiaki." he tried to call once.
Matsushita Chiaki's eyes instantly lit up, "Good boy, Brother Akira."
Shimizu Akira twitched the corner of his mouth: "Calling you sister is one thing, what do you mean calling me brother?"
"I am older than you, this is my right."
"Being older by a few months also counts as older?"
"Being older by a day also counts as older."
"Fine, Sister Chiaki, in the future everything listens to you."
After all, she was his own girlfriend; since she had this kind of hobby of being a big sister, no matter how Shimizu Akira thought, he could only satisfy her—anyway, as long as it wasn't calling her mother, it was fine.
The two walked into the classroom.
Matsushita Chiaki walked back to her own seat with rare high spirits, Shimizu Akira shook his head, returning to his position.
Turning his head to take a look, Horikita Suzune had already arrived.
He thought of the matter promised to Ibuki Mio two days ago, and so patted Suzune's shoulder: "Suzune, Ibuki told me that she wants to have a decisive battle with you in the next sports festival."
Horikita Suzune's expression didn't have much change: "Ibuki?"
"Aren't you guys arch-rivals? You've been competing since the first year."
Horikita Suzune turned her face away: "...I know."
"Promised so quickly?"
"I have no reason to refuse." Horikita Suzune said calmly, "Further, the sports festival is originally a place for competition."
The matter of her taking a small umbrella last time was tentatively seen by the opponent. Since the opponent didn't speak it out, this time she would listen to her once.
Shimizu Akira looked at her look like that and asked: "You won't ask what events she signed up for?"
"No need to ask." Horikita Suzune flipped open her textbook, "No matter what she signs up for, I will win."
Truly confident.
If Shimizu Akira didn't remember incorrectly, Horikita Suzune's athletic ability was B+, and Ibuki Mio was B.
Looking solely at the data, sure enough Suzune occupied the advantage.
However, the gap was only a single small grade; if Ibuki Mio exploded her small universe on that day, it wasn't impossible to defeat Suzune either.
He thought about it and again asked: "By the way, on the student council side, does Nagumo Miyabi have any new election trends?"
"There is no conclusion yet." Horikita Suzune said, "Currently several people have signed up, but Nagumo Miyabi has consistently not stated his stance."
"Who are they?"
"Ichinose Honami, me, and also Kushida Kikyo; no other people signed up. Right, a few days ago... he had the intention to look for me in private."
Suzune was afraid Shimizu Akira would misunderstand, quickly letting out a light cough: "But I didn't go over! Later he sent me a message, asking me if I had the intention to be the student council president, saying something like for the sake of my brother's face, he could instead let me be it, on the premise that I break up with you."
What kind of operation was this again?
But wait a moment, it really resembled a wise operation Nagumo Miyabi could pull off.
Horikita Suzune paused for several seconds when speaking up to here, instead not in a hurry to speak out her own answer—who let this person always like to bully her.
Who knew Shimizu Akira said as a matter of course: "Alright, I roughly know the sequel; Suzune, you like me so much, you definitely refused without a hint of hesitation. And then? What did Nagumo Miyabi say again?"
It made Horikita Suzune glare at him several more times in anger: "Aren't you just smart!"
However, her body very honestly pulled out her phone, throwing it directly to him as if she couldn't be bothered to talk to him.
Shimizu Akira didn't care about that much, treating it entirely as his girlfriend's tsundere, directly holding the opponent's half-yielding hand to unlock the phone, taking a rough glance at the chat content between Suzune and Nagumo Miyabi.
Nagumo Miyabi: How about it? A very reasonable transaction, right. As long as you promise, the student council president is yours, and Ichinose Honami and Kushida Kikyo will all be your subordinates in the future.
Horikita Suzune: I don't need it.
Nagumo Miyabi: What? You can't bear to? The opponent opens a harem, is it worth viewing him that heavily? Do you like him that much?
Horikita Suzune: What is between me and him, what relationship does it have with you? Are you even worthy to comment on the relationship between us two?
Subsequently, Nagumo Miyabi didn't send any more messages, because Horikita Suzune blacklisted him directly.
Shimizu Akira saw up to here, unable to resist laughing out loud.
"You refused just like this?"
"Didn't you say I like you very much?" Horikita Suzune snorted, "Since you know, what are you still asking for?"
If it weren't that here was the classroom and there were many people, Shimizu Akira really wanted to directly kiss her.
However, he still touched her earlobe once, "Then did Nagumo Miyabi find trouble with you again afterwards?"
"No." Horikita Suzune shook her head, "He should know I won't promise."
However, she again cast a glance at him: "According to this chat record, Nagumo Miyabi should have also proposed identical conditions to look for Kushida Kikyo and Ichinose Honami."
Shimizu Akira himself didn't worry about anything either.
After all, Kikyo and Honami were also his girlfriends; these two people were also absolutely impossible to promise this kind of nonsensical condition.
It's merely that this Nagumo Miyabi truly deserved a beating!
Playing underhanded tricks behind his back here again, damaging the relationship between him and his girlfriends.
This guy, just like Yagami Takuya, won't be honest without being beaten up properly once.
"Ring ring ring..."
Very quickly it arrived at after school.
While Shimizu Akira put away his textbooks, he suddenly thought of Yagami Takuya.
Since the uninhabited island special exam during the summer vacation, this guy seemed to have consistently not shown his face again.
How to put it—although being beaten up by himself was no lie, in the final analysis, he was still a White Room assassin, no different from a powder keg.
Calculating the injuries, it should also be about seventy to eighty percent recovered.
Furthermore, there was still a Shiba Katsunori remaining in the school; especially regarding this Shiba Katsunori, Shimizu Akira's understanding of him was truly very little.
Thinking up to here, he turned his head to cast a glance at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka who was slowly packing things, waving a hand at him.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka nodded, and the two people carrying their schoolbags directly walked out of the classroom.
"Regarding Shiba Katsunori, how much do you know?" Shimizu Akira asked straightforwardly.
"He is one of the instructors of the White Room, mainly responsible for actual combat training." Ayanokouji Kiyotaka thought about it and said.
"Then you were trained by him?"
"Mm." Ayanokouji nodded, "But not directly trained. For my term, he appeared more as an examiner. He would personally enter the field to test our actual combat capability."
Shimizu Akira cast a glance at him: "Then did you pass?"
"Passed."
"During the last uninhabited island special exam, he instead fought to a fifty-fifty look with you; what do you feel his strength is like?"
Ayanokouji thought about it: "I held back, but the opponent is estimated to have held back too. If Tsukishiro is a comprehensive type, expert at commanding, strategy, and actual combat, then Shiba Katsunori is a pure combat type; his entire energy is placed on actual combat."
Then hearing it this way, this Shiba Katsunori was still not a simple character.
Shimizu Akira pointed to himself: "Then do you feel, if I face off against him, who will win?"
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka almost didn't think: "You will win."
"The reason?"
"Your physical fitness is the most powerful I have ever seen. Just like your battle with Tsukishiro, for the first few minutes, the opponent might still be able to rely on techniques and martial arts of various schools to fight to a fifty-fifty with you. But Shiba Katsunori can't break your defense, and also can't catch your fists. You can make mistakes countless times, while the opponent can only make a mistake once. Fighting on like this, you will definitely win."
Reasoned and evidenced!
Shimizu Akira thought about it and again asked: "Then what is this person's personality like?"
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka said: "The time I interacted with him was very little. In the White Room, instructors and students, aside from daily training, almost also don't get along or talk. But looking from the performance of the uninhabited island special exam, he is a very calm person who also obeys rules very much."
Maintaining a straight face the entire way, very obedient to Chairman Tsukishiro's directives; when the opponent let him stop he stopped, without a hint of hesitation, just like a machine.
Extremely matching the cultivation purpose of the White Room.
"Want to directly go take a look at the opponent, to try his depth face-to-face?" Shimizu Akira thought about it and said.
How to put it—after all, this was the Advanced Nurturing High School.
The opponent wouldn't go as far as to directly blow up anything with him.
Even Ayanokouji Kiyotaka said he couldn't beat himself, so what did he still need to worry about?
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka naturally didn't have any objection.
The two first made a trip to the first-year homeroom teachers' office, discovering the person wasn't there.
Simply walking toward the classroom entrance of first-year Class D.
Although it was after-school time, there were still quite a few people remaining in the classroom.
Some people noticed the two senpais at the entrance, instantly changing their expressions, picking up their phones to send messages to someone unknown.
Very quickly, the hedgehog-headed Housen Kazuomi, wearing an extremely displeased face, walked out from the back: "Hey! What are you two people coming here for?! Didn't you see you scared my classmates?"
Where would Shimizu Akira believe his set of ghost words: "The two of us came to look for your homeroom teacher, Shiba-sensei, where is he right now? Do you have his contact details?"
Housen Kazuomi let out a cold snort: "You think I would casually tell you two guys? Go dream instead."
Joking! Genuinely treating him Housen as some warm-hearted classmate?
He himself was a genuine hoodlum.
At this time, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka instead cast an extra glance at him: "Housen, we came this time only to look for Shiba-sensei, don't purposely look for trouble."
Damn it! What did Ayanokouji Kiyotaka mean by these words?
Threatening himself?
But looking at the gaze with which Ayanokouji looked toward him, although that look was said to be flat and without waves, without much emotion, it made Housen Kazuomi unconsciously think of the time during the uninhabited island special exam when the opponent also used this piece of indifferent expression to effortlessly sort him out once.
Could it be said that refusing to answer requires being taught a lesson again?
But he was Housen Kazuomi after all, how could he fear this? Immediately saying toughly: "I just won't tell you guys, how about it! Have the guts to come beat me!"
Shimizu Akira discovered this Housen Kazuomi truly was deserving of a beating; this guy wasn't like Nagumo Miyabi liking to engage in small movements behind the back, he purely confronted you from the front with a cocky look—if he wouldn't tell he wouldn't tell, yet he just had to provoke you with a couple of sentences.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka took a step forward expressionlessly.
Housen Kazuomi subconsciously retreated half a step, subsequently realizing he had shown timidity, and rigidly nailed his foot back to the original spot, sticking out his neck to glare back.
"W-what do you guys want to do? I tell you guys, there is surveillance nearby! Not allowed to mess around!"
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka said flatly: "The evidence of you framing me last time is still kept in my phone; do you really want to be expelled?"
Housen Kazuomi's mouth twitched a few times.
Fuck! This closeted Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, took five million from him, and up until now still used the so-called evidence to threaten him.
Although he leaned toward using force to solve everything, he wasn't stupid. Involving the issue of his own expulsion, naturally he didn't dare to say much.
He pulled out his phone to make a call, and a few seconds later his face looked even uglier: "Shiba-sensei doesn't pick up my call! I also don't know where he is!"
While he spoke, he flashed his phone screen for Ayanokouji Kiyotaka and Shimizu Akira to see; on it indeed displayed Shiba-sensei's call history, looking like this guy didn't lie.
Housen Kazuomi again said: "That guy Shiba toward the class is also not considered responsible, he just commutes to work at fixed points, pretty much the same as your class's homeroom teacher. However, that guy has the habit of working out; my little brothers said they frequently see him in the gym—you two going to the gym right now might be able to see him."
Having finished speaking this sentence, Housen Kazuomi, wearing a furious face, was just preparing to return to his own class.
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, however, called out to him once again.
"Wait a moment!"
"What else do you guy have?! I've already told you guys all the intelligence I know."
"Apologize and admit fault."
Housen Kazuomi was almost about to explode with anger: "Good, good, good! Apologize! Just now my attitude was not good, sorry to you two senpais, will this do?!"
"Is it fine?" Ayanokouji Kiyotaka turned his head to look toward Shimizu Akira.
Shimizu Akira looked at Housen Kazuomi's face which was still written full of displeasure.
This fellow had ill intentions toward the two of them during the last uninhabited island special exam, but it also counted as indirectly helping him pull closer his relationship with Nanase Tsubasa, and also proactively sent over five million; although admitting fault was definitely not sincere, since Ayanokouji Kiyotaka held a handle in his hand, the opponent probably wouldn't engage in small movements anymore either.
"Housen is it? Got anger in your heart? Then come to the boxing club to practice, I am waiting for you at any time. If you don't dare to come, you quickly live your life with your tail between your legs instead." Shimizu Akira said.
Housen Kazuomi gripped his fists tightly, yet didn't dare to say a single word more.
Waiting until the two people walked far away, he only then kicked the wall next to him fiercely: "Beat that Yagami Takuya into what look... taking md as stupid, right? Boxing club? Whoever loves to go goes! Anyway, I am not going."
The two people walked out of the teaching building here, just happening to run into Nanase Tsubasa who planned to walk inside.
She originally revealed a soft expression, just planning to talk well with her own senpai, when out of the blue she noticed the straight-faced Ayanokouji Kiyotaka on the side, having no choice but to slowly restrain her smile, lowering her head to say a sentence: "Akira-senpai, Ayanokouji-senpai, good afternoon."
Shimizu Akira naturally said a sentence, "Nanase, good afternoon."
Ayanokouji Kiyotaka looked at Nanase Tsubasa whose expression was not too natural, thought about it, and still directly said: "Shimizu, then I'll go scout the locations of the several nearby gyms, and notify you when there's news."
"Okay!"
Nanase Tsubasa gazed at his back, instantly letting out a breath of relief: "Fortunately Ayanokouji-senpai left, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to say."
She only realized after speaking that Shimizu Akira was still on the side, adding a bit embarrassedly: "Sorry, Senpai, I interrupted you two moving together; how about you leave first?"
Shimizu Akira naturally didn't care: "Delaying a little bit of time doesn't matter."
"Really?"
"Talking with you for a little while won't waste too much time either."
Nanase Tsubasa only then revealed a happy smile: "Then that's great."
Shimizu Akira patted Nanase Tsubasa's shoulder: "It's been almost a month since joining the kyudo club, how does it feel?"
Nanase Tsubasa thought about it and said: "Feels quite good. The senpai sisters all look after me very much, teaching me a lot. Although I am still not too good at it, at least I can shoot the arrow onto the target."
"In another month, you will be able to hit the bullseye."
"Really?"
"Really." Shimizu Akira said, "As long as you persist in practicing."
Nanase Tsubasa stared at him for a few seconds, nodding her head forcefully: "I will persist!
Right, Senpai, the money owed to you, I still need a period of time to repay."
"Just take it slow."
Now, she had repaid three hundred thousand, leaving seven hundred thousand.
She was in Class D after all; every month after deducting living expenses, not much was left over.
Nanase Tsubasa, however, stared at him: "Then do you need me to repay some interest?"
The so-called interest was actually that she felt letting Shimizu Akira perform some intimate behaviors on her would count as offsetting it.
Shimizu Akira always felt this kouhai was purposely rewarding him.
Looking at the opponent's head of blonde hair, he indeed felt his hands a bit itchy.
And so the two found a quiet corner, Shimizu Akira placed his palm on top of her head, gently touching it quite a few times.
Nanase Tsubasa was not like Chiaki; she was like a cat whose fur was smoothed down, being touched very comfortably, even proactively rubbing upward quite a few times.
"Senpai."
"Mm?"
"Your hand is so big."
"Is it?"
"Mm." Nanase Tsubasa extended her hand to compare, "A lot bigger than mine."
After a dozen seconds passed, she suddenly snapped back to reality: "Akira-senpai, what matter do you and Ayanokouji-senpai have to be busy with?"
Shimizu Akira only then said: "Mm, I just came to look for your homeroom teacher, Shiba Katsunori."
"Shiba-sensei?"
Just happening to run into his own junior sister; after all, almost half a year had passed since the school opening, and as a student, she should also have some understanding toward her own homeroom teacher.
"Nanase, what do you feel this Shiba-sensei is like?"
Nanase Tsubasa thought about it and said: "Shiba-sensei... is a very solemn person. When he teaches class he almost doesn't smile, and also doesn't crack jokes with students. He leaves right after finishing explaining the lesson, never delaying class."
"Then what about after class? Do students go to look for him to chat?"
"Very rarely." Nanase Tsubasa shook her head, "Because he looks not too easy to approach. Furthermore, his words are very direct, sometimes making people feel not too comfortable."
"Direct in what way?"
"For example, one time, a classmate asked him a question, and after he finished listening he said 'can't even do something this simple, what did you go to class for, might as well directly drop out instead'. Since then, very few people proactively looked for him."
Looking at it this way, this Shiba Katsunori still possessed the typical White Room teacher thinking; wanting to let this bunch of cute students of Advanced Nurturing slowly soften his personality, that was definitely somewhat idiotic dreaming.
"Then does he go a bit closer with any student?"
"Yes, Yagami Takuya of Class B next door. Some classmates said they frequently see these two people staying together, not knowing what they are talking about." Speaking up to here, Nanase Tsubasa couldn't resist saying an extra sentence, "Very strange, right? Yagami Takuya is clearly an assassin from the White Room, what common language can these two people have? Associating with Shiba-sensei's indifferent personality, I even doubt whether he is also a person of the White Room."
Shimizu Akira said somewhat amusedly: "Actually your guess is not wrong, Shiba Katsunori is precisely an instructor of the White Room."
"Ah!" Nanase Tsubasa directly went blank on the spot—the teacher she got along with daily on a routine basis was actually a White Room instructor? This was also too dreamlike! She subsequently reacted, saying worriedly, "Then speaking this way, do these two people plan to stealthily engage in things again? The target definitely is you and Ayanokouji-senpai again. Senpai, you must absolutely be careful!"
Shimizu Akira touched her head once: "No need to worry about me, Ayanokouji and I plan to directly meet him. However, seeing you look this surprised, it's my wrong, I should have told you earlier."
Nanase Tsubasa smiled broadly: "It's fine, it's also not late now. Then speaking this way, I can instead pay attention to Shiba-sensei's trends in the future, helping Senpai spy on intelligence."
Shimizu Akira didn't know what to say.
His own junior sister truly had only him in her heart single-mindedly.
At this time, Nanase Tsubasa's phone delivered a notification sound.
She took a glance at the message, and again said in a small voice: "That... Senpai, can you lend me another two hundred thousand personal points?"
Shimizu Akira this time touched her nose once: "Okay, you wait, I'll transfer it to you right now."
Such an obedient, polite kouhai who also wanted to help spy on intelligence—where would he care about that two hundred thousand?
Don't say it was two hundred thousand, even if it was five hundred thousand, he would give it willingly and gladly.
Nanase Tsubasa inexplicably felt guilty again, because it was again Tsubaki Sakurako next door running out of money, hoodwinking her own senpai—truly embarrassing.
Seeing no one around, she approached a bit closer again, grabbing Shimizu Akira's hand and placing it on her chest for a few seconds.
Because by doing this, she could slightly disperse a little bit of the sense of guilt in her heart.
However, how come Tsubaki Sakurako ran out of money again!
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