"How about it, Suzune? Want to give it some thought?"
Suzuki Tsubame nudged Horikita with his elbow and teased:
"I'm somewhat capable outside of school. Whether you win or lose, you won't be at a disadvantage."
Horikita looked at his carefree demeanor. A mere message from his family had alarmed the Chairman.
The Chairman had even personally invited him to a meal. His background had to be extraordinary.
"Heh, if Suzuki wants to change his surname, then I have no reason to refuse."
Horikita chuckled softly, leaving future matters for her future self to consider.
For now, all she needed to do was agree to this bet.
"I only hope... that certain someone won't try to welch after losing."
Seeing Horikita's smug expression, Suzuki Tsubame was full of question marks.
Who exactly liked to welch on bets?
Wasn't the person who liked welching you?
"Don't worry. I'm not some beautiful girl who likes to welch."
Suzuki Tsubame waited expectantly for the girl's reaction.
"I never welched."
"Making food for you every day is me fulfilling my obligation after losing the bet."
The corners of Horikita's lips lifted slightly.
She felt a small burst of delight at the perfect answer she had come up with.
"Suzune, if I remember correctly, shouldn't a maid wear a maid outfit?"
"Indeed. I wholeheartedly agree with that opinion."
Horikita nodded in agreement, then said nonchalantly:
"But the name of the clothes I'm wearing is a maid outfit."
Using a school uniform as a maid outfit?
Interesting.
Looking at the girl shamelessly playing dumb before him,
Suzuki Tsubame could not help sighing inwardly. Horikita really had grown.
After lunch, Suzuki Tsubame received a call he had expected.
"Yo, Suzuki. Why did you switch gloves this time?"
Black gloves were neatly fitted over her hands as