"Get lost, get lost! No freebies." Kamuro Masumi waved her hand impatiently, the breeze from her wrist carrying a clear message: keep your distance.
Sakayanagi Arisu suddenly felt as though the natural order had been turned upside down. How had things come to this?
By her reckoning, getting Kamuro Masumi to do what she wanted should have been easy. But she'd tried one approach after another, and Kamuro still wasn't budging.
"I'll pay you points! I'll hire you to help me this once, all right?" At this point, she had no choice but to play her last card. A barely perceptible strain crept into her voice.
Kamuro Masumi raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Come to think of it, didn't you just get a 200,000-point reward? Oh, right. How much did you bet when you went up against that guy last time?"
"Fifty thousand."
"Transfer 30,000 points to me right now." Kamuro Masumi took half a step forward and lifted her chin. "I might be willing to help you, but only this once. Otherwise, forget it—and don't come bothering me again."
"..." Sakayanagi Arisu stared at the other girl's confident expression, and a flare of anger rose in her chest.
(What is wrong with this woman? She wants 30,000 points and will only help me once!)
(Is she just like Shimizu Akira, with nothing but points on her mind? You think you can push me around?)
A bad woman could be pretty cute sometimes.
The after-school bell rang right on time.
Shimizu Akira gently closed his Japanese textbook, his fingertips pausing on the cover.
He'd finally gotten through most of the material from the first week of school. Judging by that, the content in the high school Japanese textbooks wasn't entirely beyond him after all.
He thought of the practice test