While beanbag chairs are comfortable to sit on, getting up from them is more difficult than from a regular sofa.
As Shiina prepared to leave, a hand was extended to her, it was Hiyori’s, her first book friend.
“Thank you,” Hiyori said, hugging her book with one hand and grabbing Hiyori’s hand to push herself up.
Her foot, however, got caught on Sakayanagi’s dropped cane, sending her tumbling into Hiyori’s arms.
Hiyori’s hand was caught between their bodies as he held Shiina’s waist, embracing the falling girl tightly.
Hiyori was momentarily stunned.
The girl’s warm body and a scent completely different from Ichinose’s made his heart race.
“Are…
are you…
okay?” Remembering that Sakayanagi and Kamuro were still there, Hiyori quickly let go of Shiina’s waist and took two steps back.
Shiina’s blushing, beautiful face came into view.
Shiina turned her head.
“I’m fine.
I’ll leave now.” “I’ll walk you out.” Following Shiina out the door, Hiyori watched her graceful figure as she walked down the hallway and waved.
“See you tomorrow.” Just when he thought Shiina would leave without looking back, she stopped and turned halfway.
Under the bright white light of the hallway, her flushed cheeks and shy purple eyes were breathtakingly beautiful.
“See you tomorrow…” Her small hand lifted and waved gently twice, and Shiina slowly disappeared from Hiyori’s sight.
“She’s so cute, this girl.
Why is she so adorable?
She’s as cute as a little sister, ah!
I’m going to die, I’m going to die.” Hiyori’s heart started racing again.
Unfortunately, thinking of the little devil in the room made him a bit depressed.
Closing the door and walking back in, Hiyori sprawled onto the beanbag chair Shiina had just vacated like a soft blob, closing his eyes.
Feeling that Sakayanagi would be troublesome, he wanted to relax for a while.
The soft texture enveloped his body.
“It’s not right for the guest to be resting with their eyes closed while the host is still here, Hiyori-kun.” A wooden cane tapped Hiyori’s leg a few times.
“Guest?
Who defined that?
Tell them to come out and fight me for 300 rounds.” Hiyori didn’t bother opening his eyes.
“Say what you need to say quickly, I’m about to take a bath and go to sleep.” He had promised Sudou he’d help him tomorrow, so Hiyori really intended to go to bed early tonight.
“Heh, aren’t you going to open your eyes?” Sakayanagi’s voice sounded, and Hiyori felt two soft foreign objects on his stomach.
They were a little warm.
“Here’s a small reward to make you focus.” Realizing what was happening, Hiyori opened his eyes.
The warm, soft objects on his stomach were indeed, as he suspected, Sakayanagi’s small, delicate, jade-like feet.
Her slender ankles and round toes were all perfectly snow-white.
“You’re really acting on impulse, your master.” Hiyori quickly sat up, shaking off Sakayanagi Arisu’s small feet, and looked at the taciturn, purple-haired beauty, Kamuro Masumi.
“Who said she was my master?
You fish-eyed pervert.” “I haven’t tamed her yet, so you’ve seen me in a bad light.” “Huh?!” Kamuro glared angrily at Sakayanagi and then turned away.
She didn’t dare retort.
It seemed Sakayanagi had something on her, Hiyori concluded.
He had initially thought Kamuro was Sakayanagi’s friend, but now he realized he had overthought it.
Sakayanagi was still in her willful, rebellious child phase.
Katsuragi Kohei coming out to compete with her for class leadership was indeed the right move.
If Sakayanagi was allowed to do as she pleased, Class A wouldn’t know how it died.
That made sense.
After all, she looked like a spoiled rich girl.
The benefits of Class A were as worthless as toilet paper in a restroom to Sakayanagi.
Katsuragi must have feared this very fact and decided to step up and compete for the leadership position.
“Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, can you tell me how much you know about him?” Taking out her phone, Sakayanagi smiled and zoomed in on the photo she had sent him at noon.
The photo showed Ayanokouji Kiyotaka standing expressionlessly on the podium.
“Ayanokouji Kiyotaka…” Hiyori drew out his words.
He felt that Sakayanagi might know some information about Ayanokouji and thought about how to extract some of it.
The breakthrough during the midterm exam wasn’t difficult, and it shouldn’t have attracted Sakayanagi’s attention to this extent.
Sakayanagi’s arrogant disregard for others was obvious.
She hadn’t even paid attention to him in the past.
It was only because of Ayanokouji that they were meeting for the second time.
“You’re Ayanokouji’s friend, right?
He told me he knew you when he was little.” As he spoke, Hiyori observed Sakayanagi’s facial expression but found nothing.
“Just answer my question, Hiyori-kun.” Sakayanagi maintained her unchanging, elegant smile.
“I was too impatient,” Hiyori sighed inwardly.
“Ayanokouji is a kind and helpful person, with an indomitable spirit and a burning fighting will.
For the sake of Class D, he braved danger to retrieve the archaeology exam questions from senior students.” “You have your strategy, and I have mine,” Hiyori thought.
He was good at being stubborn too.
If Sakayanagi didn’t reveal something useful, he could bicker with her until curfew.
As Sakayanagi swiped her phone screen, a new photo appeared before Hiyori.
“Hiyori-kun, what do you think would happen if I sent this photo to Ichinose-san?” The photo showed him lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking very comfortable.
On his stomach were small feet, clearly belonging to a girl.
“Ichinose is your girlfriend, right?” Sakayanagi smiled.
“I am Ichinose’s boyfriend, yes.” Hiyori paused.
“But who are you to Ichinose?
Go ahead and send it.
Let’s see if she believes you or me, you little brat.” In ANHS, Hiyori was the one who threatened others, not the other way around.
“Pfft, Hahaha…
Little brat.” Kamuro, sitting on the sofa, couldn’t help but double over with laughter, her long, shapely legs shaking.
Seeing Kamuro like this, Sakayanagi immediately opened her browser to search for the meaning of “little brat.” Having been homeschooled due to poor health since childhood, her knowledge in some areas was still limited.
The school’s internet was fast, and Sakayanagi quickly finished reading the explanation.
The description read: “[Little brat] is used to describe young female characters who always treat older individuals with an arrogant, condescending, dismissive, or teasing attitude.
Initially arrogant and proud, they become gentle and obedient once they are ‘taught a lesson.'” “Hehehe, Hiyori, I admit you’ve angered me.” The elegant smile Sakayanagi had maintained completely disappeared, replaced by a Horikita-esque cold expression.
“We’ll take our leave for today, my de-ar Hiyori-kun.” Sakayanagi picked up her cane and lightly tapped the laughing Kamuro’s thigh.
“Get up and let’s go.
If you keep laughing, I’ll just leave you here to be fed to Hiyori.”