Sometimes, you really couldn't blame others for constantly concocting all sorts of ridiculous theories about Sogo Doma. After all, anyone with even a shred of confidence—or pride—would never admit that, even after trying their absolute hardest, they still couldn't measure up to a salted fish...
"So..." Kaguya Shinomiya would never admit that Sogo Doma hadn't worked hard. "Fujiwara, what exactly gave you the illusion that you could win? Just because Komaru is younger than you?"
If Sogo Doma had been secretly working hard, then Komaru went without saying. From what Kaguya Shinomiya had learned recently, no one could match Komaru's effort—obsession—when it came to video games!
"I..." Chika Fujiwara wanted to cry. What did she mean, relying on the fact that her opponent was younger? Wasn't that just saying she was bullying someone younger than herself? Though she really had been bullying someone younger, the problem was that she hadn't even won!
"Come to think of it..." Kaguya Shinomiya knew Chika Fujiwara all too well. "You're the least qualified person to talk about effort or how hard reality is!"
"Kaguya-chan..."
"Am I wrong?" Before Chika Fujiwara could say anything, Kaguya Shinomiya retorted, "Everything you do lasts three minutes at most. What have you ever put effort into?"
"..."
"Um..." Seeing Chika Fujiwara reduced to a gray-faced mess, Umaru Doma softened. "Big Sister Fujiwara, I've actually been practicing shooting hoops lately—throwing used-up paper balls into the trash can..."
But she had ultimately overestimated Chika Fujiwara's shame threshold. Before she could even finish, the other girl had already recovered from her ashen state. "What? Does that mean I—I chose the one thing I absolutely shouldn't have..."
"Enough!" Kaguya Shinomiya truly couldn't sit still this time. "How old is Komaru, and how old are you, Fujiwara...?"
Chika Fujiwara: "..."
Could they please stop