By evening, Chika and the others finally surfaced, satisfied, and boarded the bus to head back.
"Ah-choo!"
As soon as she got on the bus, Fujiwara Moeha suddenly covered her nose with both hands and sneezed twice.
Fujiwara Chika turned to look at her.
"Did you catch a cold?"
"I'm not sick." Fujiwara Moeha rubbed her nose. "It just suddenly got a little itchy. Don't worry, Sis."
As it turned out, Chika's jinxing ability had struck again.
At dinner, Moeha had no appetite. She ate half her usual portion, nowhere near as much as she normally did, and after finishing, she wasn't as energetic as usual. She was clearly feeling sluggish.
After they returned to the Villa estate that evening, Amamiya Natsuki had only just finished his bath when Chika called him.
"President, Moeha has a high fever!"
Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow. "I'll be right over."
He put away his phone, stepped into the hallway, and soon arrived at Chika's door.
The door opened at once.
Fujiwara Chika was wearing a white bathrobe, water dripping from her hair. She clearly hadn't even dried it yet, and sounded anxious as she said, "President, come in! Moeha and I were taking a bath, and we were just about done. We were about to get out and dry our hair, but then I noticed Moeha was all dazed and couldn't even stand."
Amamiya Natsuki asked, "Where is Moeha?"
"On the bed." Fujiwara Chika said, "I dried her off and carried her to bed, then called you."
Amamiya Natsuki went to the bedside and looked. The junior high school student who had been so energetic and lively during the day now looked like a kitten that had been abandoned. She was curled up, her little face flushed, her breathing rapid, and her