"So, Fang Li has always treated me like an idiot and been so cold to me, even though I never did anything wrong."
"Well, that's just his style, isn't it?"
"But still, I'm a girl! Can't he be a little gentler with me?"
"That really is something worth complaining about. Sometimes, Fang Li's attitude toward girls is just too rough."
"Right?"
"Yeah."
In the dormitory bathroom, the conversation between the two girls drifted out alongside the sound of running water. Although Index did most of the complaining while Sylvia listened calmly, the atmosphere between them was clearly very good. Anyone who did not know better might have thought they were actual sisters.
But as Fang Li sat in the room listening to their conversation, he felt increasingly uncomfortable.
"...Why do I feel like I'm losing more and more ground here?"
Perhaps because she did not usually have many people she could talk to so freely, Index seemed to have completely opened the floodgates, endlessly voicing her dissatisfaction to Sylvia.
Naturally, all of it concerned Fang Li.
The way he usually treated Index, how he ignored her opinions, how he constantly threatened her by cutting off her meals, how unthoughtful he was—Index said whatever came to mind.
Sylvia, meanwhile, seemed thoroughly interested. She apparently really wanted to know how Fang Li treated other girls when she was not around. She listened with great relish, never interrupting from beginning to end, and even chimed in agreement.
At this point, it was practically as though Fang Li had become the target of a public denunciation meeting. How could he possibly feel good about that?
Not only did he not feel good, he felt uncomfortable all over.
"That gluttonous nun is really getting carried away..."
Listening to Index grow more and more unrestrained, Fang