After finishing lunch, Hina jogged all the way back to the classroom anxiously, because while eating lunch, Hina suddenly got inspiration on how to make the next parts of the manga even more exciting.
After all, “ninja must die 3” is a side-scrolling parkour game where players fight bosses on ropes; where in reality would there be such long ropes and fixed boards?
This meant she had to make major changes when drawing it into the manga, which was why Hina was in such a hurry to come back.
After all, for an artist, having inspiration and not creating was simply more agonizing than being killed.
Inside the classroom, Urushibara Mirei was holding back a stomach full of anger because of the morning’s events, deeply resentful that she had failed to complete the world-class task of bullying Wakaba Hiiro daily.
So she decided to take advantage of the midday lull when the classroom was empty to steal Wakaba Hiiro’s manga book, and even thought about hiding the manga that Hina had worked so hard to draw, then destroying it in front of Hina, imagining the scene of Hina begging her not to destroy the manga—one word in her heart: exhilarating.
Just as she was about to make a move, a voice suddenly interrupted her from behind.
“Ohayo, Classmate Urushibara, what are you doing in the classroom?”
This startled Urushibara, since she had a guilty conscience, and she had been caught by the rightful owner, Hina, after all.
“N—Nothing, Classmate Juri, what are you doing up here?” Urushibara explained hurriedly, sweating profusely, her eyes occasionally meeting Hina’s, then dodging Hina’s clear gaze.
“Oh, I came up to draw and render the manga.”
“Since that’s the case, I have other things to do and will leave first, I won’t disturb you.”
After saying that, Urushibara Mirei turned around to leave, thinking to herself that she should quickly get away from this place of right and wrong, planning to wait for another opportunity to make her move later.
“Wait a minute, Classmate Urushibara.”
Hina suddenly thought of something and called out to Urushibara Mirei, who was about to run away.
“W—What is it, Classmate Juri?”
Urushibara Mirei turned her head mechanically, wondering if she had been exposed.
“You like bullying Classmate Wakaba so much, there must be a reason, right? I see that Classmate Wakaba’s personality seems rather introverted, she likes to keep to herself and read manga books, and doesn’t look like someone who loves to provoke others. For what reason do you bully Classmate Wakaba?”
“Uh—this—I—”
“Let me say it instead. If I watch you make excuses like this any longer, you’re going to hold it in until you get internal injuries.”
Hina suddenly gave a wicked smile.
Urushibara Mirei, who was about to get angry upon hearing Hina mock her like that, was completely frozen in place by this smile.
“In middle school, you had a male god you liked. Because you looked pretty decent, you worked hard to chase him and seemed to successfully touch your male god’s heart. This should have been a wonderful thing, but when you reached high school, he met Classmate Wakaba.”
“Because Wakaba is not only more beautiful than all the girls in the school combined—surpassing you by lifetimes—she also exudes an incredible sense of oppression that makes others hold her in awe.”
“Thus, your male god simply turned into Classmate Wakaba’s simp, constantly fawning over her. Seeing the person you once loved dearly become someone else’s simp made you jealous, so you started bullying Wakaba. Am I right?”
“Y—You—how could you—you know?”
Urushibara Mirei’s face turned pale as she looked at Hina in disbelief, her feet suddenly trembling and her pupils dilating.
On the other hand, Hina gave another wicked smile.
To Urushibara Mirei, this smile was simply like that of a demon.
At this moment, Hina walked toward her.
Urushibara Mirei subconsciously wanted to back away, but her legs refused to obey and couldn’t move.
Hina brought her mouth close to Urushibara Mirei’s ear and said in a low voice,
“Where I found out, you don’t need to know. You only need to know that I know all your secrets. If you dare to touch my things, you can imagine the consequences, Urushibara Mirei. Alright, you can leave now.”
After saying that, Hina took a step back and gave Urushibara Mirei another wicked smile.
This time, the arc of her smile was noticeably larger than the previous two times.
To Urushibara Mirei, this smile felt like a gaze from the abyss, a demon waving at her right in front of her, a hellish mockery.
Urushibara Mirei was frightened out of her wits by Hina, cold sweat pouring down.
Upon hearing Hina’s last sentence, she hurriedly fled this place of right and wrong.
Seeing that the effect was exceptionally good, Hina resumed her drawing.
Nobody knew that the scene just now had been witnessed by Wakaba Hiiro, who was hiding outside the back door of the classroom.
She had originally come up to get her manga, never expecting to witness a scene that brought her a bit of amusement.
“Interesting bug, I hope you can give me a bit more joy.”
Wakaba Hiiro looked at Hina’s back as she drew, evaluating her expressionlessly in a low voice, but one could hear in her tone that she seemed to be smiling.