Hiyori's temple veins throbbed violently. She felt her patience was about to reach its limit.
But this guy was already too hopelessly stupid. Compared to him, Lisa was at least a little better.
"Lisa! Do something about this guy!!"
Hiyori roared at Lisa, who was standing beside her, calmly flipping through a magazine without so much as blushing.
"Mm." Lisa could not even be bothered to raise her eyelids. She merely gave a soft hum through her nose in response.
This guy was so composed that she had forgotten all sense of shame. She could actually read that kind of thing here without changing expression.
Was that social anxiety?
Terrifying.
Hiyori surveyed the surroundings from the corner of her eye. Once the passersby saw what Lisa was holding, they awkwardly and indignantly kept their distance. Some even covered their children's eyes and hurried away.
What a pain... Why did I have to be grouped with these two problem children?
As if sensing Hiyori's inner complaints, Lisa closed the magazine and swept her gaze across the shelves. Finally, she precisely locked onto a thick, long yam, picked it up, and weighed it in her hand.
"This one's nice. The size and firmness are both suitable."
Hiyori froze for a moment before exploding. "Don't make it sound so suggestive!"
Hina Mori snatched the yam from Lisa's hand and immediately swung it around like a baseball bat.
"Feels pretty suitable as a weapon."
A cross-shaped vein popped up on Hiyori's cheek. Was she actually the most normal person in this group?!
"Are you an idiot?! It's food! Not a weapon for you to use!" Hiyori grabbed Hina Mori's cheeks and yanked them wildly. "Do you want Yuko to dock all your pay, huh?!"
"Waaah... It hurts..."
While Hiyori was giving Hina Mori a