Misaka Mikoto remembered her too. The impression had been deep, and her features were obvious—a beautiful woman with a very large chest. Chen Fan actually had such a beauty in his class, and Misaka Mikoto felt a little unsettled.
Just then, Chen Fan's phone rang. He took out his phone and saw that Fukiyose Seiri was calling, so he answered it.
The moment he picked up, Fukiyose Seiri's angry voice came through. "Chen Fan! Where are you? Why aren't you here yet? The competition is about to start! Are you trying to run away? Get over here, now!" Fukiyose Seiri had returned to her usual self. Just from her voice, it was clear that what had happened at school earlier had seemingly not affected her at all.
"Understood!"
Hearing those two words, Fukiyose Seiri said, "Then get over here already. I'm very busy this afternoon." With a snap, she hung up.
Chen Fan smiled. She still seemed a little embarrassed. No matter how much she was called the Iron Wall Woman, she was still a girl.
"Was that Fukiyose calling?" Misaka Mikoto asked.
Chen Fan nodded. "She's one of the event organizers this time, but she's also in charge of my competitions. Sort of like a celebrity's agent."
"Tch! Since when are you some kind of celebrity? Shameless! Anyway, since they're already urging you, hurry up and go. Otherwise people will think I'm the one keeping you here. My competition is about to start too," Misaka Mikoto said to Chen Fan.
"Alright. I hope you get a good result. If there's a Red and White Match this afternoon, I won't go easy on you," Chen Fan said with a smile.
Misaka Mikoto said resentfully, "Who needs you to go easy on me? We don't even know who'll win yet.