This group of students is too obnoxious!
Hold on a sec, are we just fighting over the mic, are we even speaking?!
"Step! Step! Step! Step!!"
"Charge! Anyone who's not one of our crew, chop them down!"
In the hallway, students were opening every room, searching for possible hidden cards.
And Sakuragi's clones, playing as staff members, could only try to stop them helplessly, but couldn't use force.
If anything went wrong, Yan Huan wouldn't even need to act; she herself would ruin the gala.
Yan Huan banked on her mental state, convinced she wouldn't sabotage herself.
[In this passionate youth, there's but one keyword for students: Struggle!!]
Yan Huan gritted her teeth and sprinted, quickly reaching the third floor.
She pushed open the rooftop door and, sure enough, saw Sakuragi Hitomi encircled by dozens of suited clones, wearing a luxurious red dance dress in the night breeze.
"Sakuragi!!"
