A little Loren.
Today's opponent was Juliana.
Come on, Dean Loren, whom we had placed such high hopes in.
The light-blue-haired girl sat at an outdoor café on the street corner. She wrote in her notebook while sipping iced coffee, looking as though she were on vacation.
The Little Reporter had a magic recording camera hanging around her neck, with two work badges pinned to her chest.
Besides being the Student Union Secretary, Lu Weixier was also a reporter for the Hutton Times.
It was 8:10 on Saturday morning.
Every so often, she glanced toward the distant Walking Plaza.
Under a large tree in the distance, a somewhat uneasy young man stood beside a circular wooden bench.
"Kukulkan, the essence of journalism isn't much different from that of a detective. When we're tailing an eighth-rank powerhouse, we can't focus our attention on them, or we'll easily be discovered. We can only appear at just the right distance in the Commercial District, do our own thing, and record whatever we happen to come across. In short, let's just pretend we came out to have fun today. It doesn't matter whether we manage to photograph anything."
Lu Weixier looked up and spoke to the dark-haired junior sitting across from her.
To gather information about Dean Loren and Miss Juliana, Lu Weixier had been working at full strength to handle Student Union affairs these past few days. She had cultivated close ties with the Academic Visiting Group from Yarolan Royal Academy and had finally deduced when Juliana would be going on a date with Loren.
And in this, her adorable junior, the exchange student from Yarolan Royal Academy, Kukulkan, had helped quite a bit.
Kukulkan was now an intern at the Hutton Times, and the editor-in-chief had assigned her to Lu Weixier for