Near five in the afternoon, inside the KTV booth, the dazzling laser lights had been switched off. Only a few dim wall lamps on the ceiling remained, stingily scattering their light over the booth seating area. Very few students were still present.
An hour ago, after Katsuragi announced the end of the gathering, the Class A students each went their separate ways. Only a handful of idle layabouts still lingered here.
Yes, "idle layabouts" referred precisely to Fuyuji and his group.
Morishita, who had been sitting in her spot not long before, had now dragged Yamamura over to the large screen, brimming with excitent. Her fingers flew across the song selection screen, humming an off-key lody as she went. It looked like she was about to put on a song that interested her.
Kamuro looked at the microphone on the table, her expression sowhat uncertain. She probably still wanted to test whether her tone-deaf constitution could be saved or not.
With nothing else to do, Fuyuji sank into the soft sofa and fiddled with his phone, head lowered.
Over the past two days, receiving Cha-Cha's targeted bombardnts, he had discovered that the stuff she was sending seed sowhat off.
What do you an, "that bitch Horikita," and to actually tell her to drag "those deadbeat pigs in class" to tutoring, "just hurry up and die already!"
What do you an, "Sakayanagi Arisu, that phony loli," to actually order her around to run errands for her—"can't you run just because your leg's crippled?"
What do you an, "Hirata Yosuke, that damn goody-two-shoes," playing the diator in class every day, "making it impossible for to isolate them even if I wanted to?"
...
Cha-Cha, just what exactly do you take for?
Seeing how I've occasionally still exchanged a couple of lines with you these past two days without any sign of exposing you, are you getting more and more reckless?
The most unbearable part was that there was even a small portion of Class D intel mixed in, forcing Fuyuji to patiently scroll through all of Kushida Kikyo's Zaun-style vitriol.
Could this also be part of your plan?
Still, letting her be this arrogant wouldn't do. He needed to knock her down a peg.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: ?]
Three seconds later...
[Everyone's Good Friend: Did you fall and hit your head going downstairs?]
[Everyone's Good Friend: A question mark? A question mark? What does that even an? Or has your brain already devolved into that of an ape, unable to even type words?]
[Everyone's Good Friend: Looking at your typing speed, you must have been doing too much of that in so dark room to end up like this. Forget it. Watchman! Co forth and et your death!]
Mm... as always, she rushes to the battlefield at top speed.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: I an, cursing each other out is one thing, but how did I beco your trash dump too?]
[Everyone's Good Friend: Haah? Aren't you trash? Isn't trash gathering with trash only a matter of course?]
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: Aren't you afraid I'll delete you? Then you might never find again in this lifeti.]
The other side seed to fall silent for an instant. A ssage surfaced on the phone screen.
[Everyone's Good Friend: Aiya~ I was just joking with you, you know... Surely you wouldn't bear to delete , right? Pitiful.jpg]
That Sichuan opera face-changing speed...
That rapid switch in attitude before and after...
As expected of Kushida Kikyo, who boasts of wanting to befriend the entire grade. The skill of speaking the human tongue to humans and the ghost tongue to ghosts is honed to perfection.
However, this Ultraman-esque ability to switch forms actually struck Fuyuji as a bit amusing. He decided to tease her a bit more and see if he could get her to revert back to her Inner Kushida form.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: Don't give that. Show so sincerity.]
"Fufu~"
A soft laugh, carrying a faint, pleasant scent of shampoo, drifted from beside his ear. The breath brushed past his auricle, bringing a slight tickle.
Turning his head, he saw that Shiraishi, who had gone out to the restroom, had, at so unknown mont, silently arrived beside him.
She gracefully pressed down the hem of her skirt with her hand and sat down shoulder-to-shoulder, nestling close to Fuyuji. The soft sofa sank in slightly because of it, their arms nearly pressed together, transmitting a warm sensation.
Leaning her head closer to the phone screen, strands of golden hair cascaded down, brushing against the back of Fuyuji's hand. She asked curiously, "This... is that Kushida-san from Class D?"
"Does Shiraishi-san also feel there's sothing off about her?"
Fuyuji didn't mind her looking at the chat content above. He was just a little surprised that she could deduce, rely from the chat content above, that the other party might be Kushida Kikyo.
"Because the intel says that Class D students are defective goods with certain flaws. She ca to add and Ryoko as friends before. I felt her behavior seed a little forced."
She pointed at the content on the screen and added with a smiling face, "And from the content above, you can tell she's a pretty popular student in her class."
"As expected of Shiraishi-san." Fuyuji praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Is Fuyuji-kun interested in her?"
"I wouldn't exactly say I'm interested. It's more like this girl is a bit amusing."
Fuyuji shrugged and brought the phone closer to her eyes so she wouldn't have to bend over so much to see.
The next second, the phone vibrated with a buzz.
A photo was sent to Fuyuji's phone, instantly causing Fuyuji, who had just been about to share Cha-Cha's outrageous antics with Shiraishi, to stiffen.
It was a picture of legs. Small leather shoes had been slipped off and placed to the side. Both legs were crossed and layered before a mirror, making the entire leg appear even more slender. Beneath a pleated skirt, fair skin exuded a soft, smooth delicacy. Black knee-high socks only wrapped the slender calves, stretched taut, revealing a faint, indistinct flesh tone.
"..."
Under Shiraishi's smiling, amused gaze, Fuyuji silently flipped his phone over as if nothing had happened. With a soft click, it landed face down on the table.
"Cough, cough... I didn't know she was going to send this kind of thing. She's slandering !" Fuyuji attempted to exonerate himself.
Shiraishi didn't speak either. She simply continued to gaze at him gently with those clear, purple, large eyes.
An awkward atmosphere that made one sit on pins and needles spread through the air, faintly tinged with the sweet slls of snacks and juice...
Finally, Fuyuji couldn't take it anymore.
"It's not like that," he tightened his cheeks, gestured with his hands, and explained to her with a straight face, "Shiraishi-san, actually, I was just trying to get her to give so intel on Class D."
"Mm, mm."
She nodded gently, her hair swaying with the motion, seemingly not angry at all. She raised a finger and pointed at the phone, which was continuing to vibrate on the table.
"It's impolite not to reply."
Cold sweat stread down Fuyuji's face. He dawdled for a long while before picking up his phone and lighting up the screen.
What t his eyes was...
[Everyone's Good Friend: Look, you see. I'll even send you more photos in the future. So don't delete , okay? Pitiful.jpg]
Beside him, Shiraishi's smile grew even more amused.
"..."
Fuyuji closed his eyes in agony.
Cha-Cha. Are you truly all beauty and no brains, or are you playing the fool wisely? You clearly seem so easy to trick, so why is it that every ti, I'm the one who ends up suffering?
To prove his innocence, Fuyuji decided to righteously and sternly resist this kind of behavior and order her to quietly send him this kind of stuff in the future instead.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: Actually... I'm a girl.]
[Everyone's Good Friend: Is that so? Then please tell , within ten seconds, the physical reactions a girl experiences before her period.]
"..." How co you suddenly beco so smart the mont it involves social matters?
"I know this one. Do you need my help?" The all-purpose Shiraishi Mama indicated she could solve this problem.
"Forget it, forget it," Fuyuji said, giving up. "Even if we resolve it this ti, she'll just find out next ti. Might as well just openly admit it."
Thirty seconds later.
[Everyone's Good Friend: No reaction for this long. You really are a guy.]
Actually, this account originally had three owners—two girls and one guy. Now, thanks to your "one peach kills three warriors" move, it's directly down to just one owner.
Right now, Fuyuji absolutely dared not show this account to Morishita.
Knowing her personality, which thrives on chaos, upon seeing this scene, she'd probably call the police imdiately, tearfully send Fuyuji to prison, and then inherit the over one million Private Points sitting in his account at the speed of light.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: So what if I'm a guy?]
Buzz—
Another leg photo was flung over. Judging by the look of it, it was probably also taken facing a mirror.
A snow-white hand pressed down on the school uniform skirt. Two legs, slightly fleshy and attractive, erged from beneath. The cara's focus lingered on the sole of the foot, where flesh-toned skin traced a lovely arc.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: What's the aning of this?]
[Everyone's Good Friend: Dog food fed to you! I refuse to believe that a guy like you, seeing how cute I am, could still bear to delete ! Co forth and et your death! That bitch Horikita Suzune really pissed off just now. From now on, you ARE Horikita Suzune!]
Fuyuji raised a hand and rubbed his eyes, then looked at the screen again.
What the hell are you even saying? I'm Horikita Girl?
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: You're treating as a substitute for Horikita Suzune? Hey! I'm a guy!]
[Everyone's Good Friend: It's all the sa! Among the people I hate most, she's number one, you're number two, and another of my kind is number three. This way, I can experience double the joy! Also, send a ssage every twenty seconds to prove you're still watching. Don't think I don't know you often toss out one line and then run off.]
"..." You sure know how to have fun!
Before Fuyuji could send a ssage, another wave of Zaun-style vitriol ca crashing in.
How Horikita Suzune just won't hurry up and die already.
How that bitch still hasn't accepted her friend request, even though she was the one who helped drag those deadbeat pigs to tutoring.
What are you acting all high and mighty for, aren't you still stuck in Class D with , etc.
Ten minutes later.
[Everyone's Good Friend: Alright. Next ti I'm feeling pissed off again, I'll give you another photo.]
Cha-Cha, did you really think handing out fan service like this would make submit?
Fuyuji moved his fingers honestly.
[Chirp Chirp and Chirp Again: Aren't you afraid I'll leak your photos?]
[Everyone's Good Friend: (ˉ▽￣～) Tch~, first of all, I didn't even show my face. Second, would you really be willing to? Keep them in your phone and I'll be yours alone, you know]
It had to be said, as expected of a social expert. Her skill in manipulating people's psychology was on a whole different level compared to Horikita Girl's.
"This girl," Shiraishi, who had watched the entire exchange from the side, covered her lips with a smile, "is quite amusing. No wonder you find her entertaining."
Fuyuji let out a couple of dry laughs. "I guess so."
He was a bit apprehensive about how completely unbothered she seed.
As if sensing Fuyuji's thoughts, she gathered the golden hair on one side and brought it close to his ear. Her fingertips grazed the back of his stiffened hand, her breath warm as honey:
"I truly am not angry. That kind of thing... if you want to see it, I can show you anyti."
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