Just as the group was about to leave.
Hashimoto suddenly remembered something.
"Sakayanagi, what about the things in the room next door? We can't just leave them all here, can we?"
Hearing Hashimoto's reminder, Sakayanagi remembered that she had also set up some small props to prank Amane in the next room. Unfortunately, none of them had been used.
"We should take them back. Someone might get very angry if they're pranked."
"Prank? Are they prepared for me?"
Amane's eyes sparkled.
"Yes, I originally thought I could give you some small surprises, but now it seems it was all for naught, and it cost me quite a few points. What a shame."
Sakayanagi said, pushing open the door to the adjacent laboratory.
Inside, the desks were covered with many strange props.
Amane immediately spotted a beautifully wrapped gift box, adorned with a pink ribbon.
"Can I open it?"
Amane pointed at the gift box with a hopeful expression.
"If you want to open it, go ahead."
Sakayanagi shrugged. Since the prank had failed, it didn't matter if Amane opened it.
"Arisu, the prank prop you prepared is too old-fashioned, isn't it? Would anyone really fall for it?"
Kiryuin recognized it at a glance as a boxing gift box used to prank people when they were children.
When opened, boxing gloves would hit the face of the person unwrapping the gift.
This was already a widely known prank prop, and Amane wasn't an idiot, so how could she fall for it?
"If it were anyone else, I'd also find this prop a bit ridiculous, but if it's Amane, it might be very effective, you know."
Sakayanagi Arisu had great confidence in her judgment.
"What a joke, Amane, no matter how stupid she is, couldn't possibly fall for it with a warning, could she?"
Although Kiryuin always called Amane an idiot, deep down she believed Amane wasn't someone who would easily fall for tricks.
But the very next second after Kiryuin's words fell.
Bang!
A boxing glove hit Amane's face.
"Wuwu, Arisu, Fuka..."
Amane pointed tearfully at her red, swollen face.
Sakayanagi shrugged.
"See, I told you."
Sakayanagi walked over to Amane, rubbed Amane's face, and then picked up some beef jerky from the table and offered it to Amane.
"Have a piece of beef jerky."
Amane took the beef jerky, tore open the packaging, and put it in her mouth, chewing.
"This beef is a bit tough, it tastes better than the premium beef we usually eat at home, but why can't I chew it up?"
Amane chewed with some difficulty.
Logically, beef shouldn't be this tough.
Kiryuin was completely speechless.
"Is there a possibility that you're eating a teething toy?"
"Huh?"
Amane froze, a look of despair on her face.
This immediately drew a light chuckle from Sakayanagi... By the time they parted, it was almost ten o'clock.
Amane followed Kiryuin to her dorm room.
The room, with a base of silver-gray and sky-blue, looked full of futuristic flair.
The first thing Amane did upon entering was to throw herself onto the soft blue bed and roll around.
"Do you want something to eat?"
Kiryuin asked casually.
"Fuka, can you cook?"
Amane asked tentatively.
"Cooking is too difficult for me."
"I knew it."
Creak, creak.
Kiryuin looked at Amane through gritted teeth.
Forget it, I can't afford to provoke her, so I'll endure it.
Kiryuin rummaged through her refrigerator and only found a bowl of instant bento, which was almost expired, so she simply fed it to Amane.
After dinner, Amane, tired from the day, lay on the floor motionless.
Fearing she might catch a cold, Kiryuin even had to get her a blanket.
"Speaking of which, how did you force Morishige into that state?"
Kiryuin was curious how Amane managed to scare a boy unconscious.
"I used a recording of you walking in the hallway, then I used the tips of a few paperclips to continuously scratch the back of the locker, occasionally screaming a few times and punching the top of the locker. Then there was no more movement inside."
Amane said it very nonchalantly.
But Kiryuin's face turned pale after imagining the scene at the time.
Morishige was first locked in the locker and then subjected to such inhumane torture.
If it were her... she might also be scared to the point of collapse.
"Then how did you crawl on the ground?"
Kiryuin was most concerned about this, because she had fainted after seeing Amane's bizarre posture.
So she wanted to know how Amane managed such strange movements.
"Is it like this? My body is very ~ soft ~ you know ~"
Amane demonstrated again.
Indeed.
Amane's body was softer than expected, and the feeling of touching it... "Fuka... Mm~ you're, you're too impatient, at least wait until I take off..."
Amane's face flushed slightly.
Kiryuin then realized that her hands were unconsciously...
"It's not like that! I'm not interested in girls! I like boys!!!"
Kiryuin argued loudly.
"I understand, I understand."
"What do you understand!!!"
Kiryuin withdrew her hand in annoyance.
But a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.
The feeling just now... so comfortable.
Is this what a girl's body feels like? But why didn't she feel this way when she touched herself?
How strange.
"Fuka, do you have a charger here?"
"On the nightstand."
Amane crawled onto the bed and plugged in the charger.
Because she had been playing the recording continuously, Amane's phone had died early. The moment she turned it on...
99 missed calls.
The missed calls were from Horikita Suzune.
"Oh no!"
Amane suddenly remembered that she had promised Horikita she would be back for dinner.
"What's wrong?"
Kiryuin had just looked up when she felt a gust of wind blow past her.
Amane quickly put on her shoes and opened the door.
"I'll grace you with my presence next time. I'm off now!"
With that, Amane slammed the door shut.
Kiryuin was left blinking, looking bewildered.
"What do you mean, 'I'll grace you with my presence next time'? Miyako Amane, you scoundrel!"
Kiryuin's face flushed red as she roared.
At this moment, Amane was completely unaware of Kiryuin's roar.
Too late to take the elevator, she ran directly down the stairs to Horikita's room.
After taking a deep breath, she took out her key and opened the door.
"I'm home."
Inside the room, Horikita Suzune first saw a single cowlick enter through the door.
After a few seconds, a pair of legs wearing black over-the-knee socks followed.
Finally, Amane's grinning face appeared.
"Oh, so you still remember how to come back, huh?"
Horikita Suzune casually picked up a magazine nearby and slowly rolled it up.
"Well... some minor things happened, so I was delayed a bit."
Amane composed herself, took off her shoes, and walked over to Horikita Suzune.
The next second...
Horikita Suzune sniffed Amane's body.
"Delayed? Does that mean you have the scent of two different girls on you?"
Horikita Suzune tapped the rolled-up magazine against her palm, making rhythmic thudding sounds.
Amane was completely dumbfounded at this point.
Horikita just sniffed and knew that two girls had been close to her.
When did she learn such a skill? How was she going to mess around in the future?!
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