June 1st.
The start of a new month should have been a happy occasion for all classes, as this was the day the school distributed private points to each class.
Only First Year Class D remained as lifeless as ever.
This month's points were, without a doubt, still 0.
If the points remained unchanged, it would at most cause pain and dissatisfaction.
However, the steady increase in points for the other three classes brought endless anxiety to some who wished to improve.
Class A: 990
Class B: 720
Class C: 520
Class D: 0
If the scores of the first three classes looked like the top three in a running race, striving to be first and chasing each other diligently.
Then looking at Class D's score, it was undoubtedly a minor character who had been left behind by who knows how many laps, and could even be said to have been eliminated.
But despite this, there were still people like Hirata and Horikita who were working hard for Class D to one day overtake and become Class A.
As for Amane… "No, I can't, Suzune…"
Amane, who had agreed to run together, was flapping like a dehydrated salted fish behind Horikita after only one lap.
Along the way, she attracted many strange glances from passing students.
Horikita, running ahead, was already starting to regret bringing Amane out to exercise. Seeing Amane's half-dead state now, Horikita had made up her mind not to look back, no matter how much Amane called.
Horikita was already starting to regret bringing this embarrassing person out.
Despite having incredibly good physical fitness, she was also lazy to a new extreme. With the recent hot weather, Amane was even more listless every day, even clinging to Horikita to feed her during meals.
It was not easy to persuade Amane to come out for a run together in the cool evening.
But Amane pulled this stunt on her.
If she had known, she would have let her stay in the dorm and enjoy the air conditioning.
After running about another two hundred meters.
Horikita felt like something was missing.
Amane's voice seemed to have disappeared!
Horikita quickly turned around to look for Amane, only to see Amane had fallen face-first onto the nearby lawn.
"Sigh."
Horikita Suzune lightly stroked her forehead.
"Amane, are you alright?"
After dragging Amane from the edge of the track onto the lawn.
Horikita simply sat down beside Amane.
After all, leaving Amane there didn't make her feel at ease.
What if someone picked her up?
"I'm fine…"
Amane rolled over and slowly climbed onto Horikita's lap, even finding a comfortable position to lie down.
"You're like this after only one lap. How much exercise do you lack?"
Horikita pinched Amane's rosy cheek.
"I've exercised enough in the past. It wasn't easy to come to school, and now you still want me to exercise. Wuwuwu, I'm so miserable… So, Suzune, you should kiss me to comfort me properly."
Amane blinked her eyes.
With that little scheme, perhaps she was intentionally faking unconsciousness just now?
Thinking about Amane's energetic appearance now, even a simple idiot like Sakura wouldn't believe she would faint.
Horikita reached out and flicked Amane's forehead.
"It's like this every day. Don't you ever get tired of it?"
Ever since the first time she couldn't resist, it became unstoppable. If this continued, Horikita highly suspected that Amane would one day get tired of her.
"Now that you mention it, it does seem a little… Ouch, ouch, ouch, I'm kidding! Just kidding!"
Amane's eyes were teary, and she rubbed her even redder cheek.
"Don't make such jokes again."
"Why not?"
"Huh? How dare you ask why?"
Just as Horikita Suzune was about to use virtue to persuade Amane and reason with her properly.
An unfamiliar female voice suddenly rang out.
"Isn't this Amane? How did you end up like this after a few days?"
Kiryuin held a hotdog in one hand and an iced drink with white frost on the bottle in the other.
Horikita couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
First, she looked at Kiryuin's hair, then rubbed Amane's hair, then looked at Kiryuin's eyes, then poked… "You can't poke eyes!!!"
"Fuka, what are you doing here?"
Amane, lying on Horikita's lap, looked at Kiryuin with a relaxed expression.
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? This is the school's athletic field, there's nothing stopping me from coming. But you, why is it that every time I see you, the girl beside you is different?"
Kiryuin said, deliberately raising her voice.
Oh no.
Amane felt a chill down her spine.
Her head stiffly turned towards Horikita-san.
"Suzune, let me explain..."
"No need to explain, I understand everything."
Horikita-san gently patted Amane's cheeks, then lightly stroked Amane's slender neck.
Gulp.
Amane swallowed with difficulty.
"Damn Fuka, hurry up and explain it clearly!"
Seeing the culprit, Kiryuin, smiling smugly and clearly intending to watch the show, Amane couldn't help but get angry and shouted directly at her.
"Hmm, wasn't I just telling the truth?"
Kiryuin squatted beside Amane and reached out a finger, intending to poke Amane's face, but Horikita-san slapped Kiryuin's hand away.
"Talk all you want, did I tell you to touch her?"
Horikita-san looked at Kiryuin with an unpleasant expression.
From the moment they started using such intimate names, Horikita-san had been somewhat annoyed.
Now they even wanted to flirt in front of her; did they think she was a wooden dummy?
"Sorry, sorry, I was just joking."
Seeing Kiryuin's attitude, which was almost identical to Amane's, Horikita-san felt a bit jealous.
"Hmph."
A cold snort clearly expressed her hostility.
Even Kiryuin had to stand up and maintain a distance from Horikita Suzune.
Seeing Kiryuin hit a wall with Horikita-san, Amane immediately became smug.
"See? My Suzune is super fierce! If you slander me again, I'll let Suzune..."
Thump.
Horikita-san casually tapped Amane's forehead.
Amane instantly quieted down.
Kiryuin watched this scene with great surprise.
The Amane from before was not as docile as a kitten as she was now.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
Horikita Suzune's inherent low-pressure aura failed to stop Kiryuin's steps.
She sat down very close to Amane, practically right next to Horikita-san.
"Second-year B-class, Kiryuuin Fuuka."
"Huh? Fuka, aren't you in second-year A-class?"
"No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."
Kiryuin glared at Amane in annoyance.
"Second-year? Then how do you know Amane?"
Horikita Suzune was somewhat concerned about how similar their appearances were.
"Ah."
Kiryuin first sighed, then said earnestly, "Actually, I'm Amane's long-lost older sister, you know?"
"Bah! You damn Fuka, you're taking advantage of me, you're... Wuwuwuwu."
Horikita Suzune, who was tightly covering Amane's mouth, seriously scrutinized Kiryuuin Fuuka.
"You do look quite similar, but..."
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