After a while...
"You're wrong to disturb the neighbors like this."
"...Yes, I know I was wrong. I'll definitely be more careful next time."
"And I told you before, didn't I? You still need to pay attention to the school rules."
"...Yes, it won't happen again. I know I was wrong."
"Besides, even though you two are already very close, Anjing, you still need to be mindful in everyday life."
"...Yes, I..."
Anjing Zhen really could not take it anymore. Looking at Aoba Recall's expression—putting on a stern face while struggling desperately not to laugh—he said resentfully, "So, Assistant Police Inspector Aoba, could you stop looking like you're about to lose it because you want to laugh so badly?"
"How could I? I'm just taking a perfectly normal statement... Pfft, hahahaha—!"
Under Anjing Zhen's resentful gaze, which seemed as though he wanted to stab something, Aoba Recall ultimately failed to hold it in and burst into hearty laughter.
What had happened in the kitchen had not only caused Kitasan Black to let out a scream powerful enough to shatter the heavens, but had also sent her into a panic after she threw the spatula.
In truth, Anjing Zhen had not suffered any real injury.
After all, he had trained for quite some time, and he was still young.
The spatula had flown at him quickly, but he had not been slow to dodge either.
Unfortunately, the soundproofing in this studio apartment was not very good. At the very least, it could not completely block out all that commotion.
So, without knowing what was going on, several neighboring households had decisively called the police out of concern and goodwill.
After receiving a report of "a suspicious person living alone with malicious intentions harassing a Horse Girl," the police dispatch center reacted