You can insult me, but you can't insult my intelligence. For some reason, Mai Sakurajima suddenly recalled something she had once read. She glanced again at Sogo Doma, who was talking away with great enthusiasm.
Mai Sakurajima: "..."
Fine, he might not have insulted her intelligence to her face, but she still felt as though her IQ had been violently pinned to the ground and crushed...
What had happened to her was clearly so absurd and bizarre. Before meeting Sogo Doma, Mai Sakurajima had felt nearly helpless, deeply frightened. But after meeting him, frightened? Impossible. She would never be frightened again in her life. So what if the situation was bizarre? As long as there was a solution, it wasn't a problem...
What was more, there was more than one solution. This... Mai Sakurajima had no idea how to write the word "nervous" anymore! Yet after comparing herself to him, she kept feeling as though her intelligence had been ground against the floor several times. At that moment, Mai Sakurajima even wondered why her problem hadn't been more serious.
At the very least, there shouldn't have been so many ways to solve it! Then perhaps the difference between her IQ and his wouldn't seem so great...
Perhaps that was the final persistence and stubbornness of a fake academic ace?
But...
The corners of Mai Sakurajima's lips curled upward.
So what if he was smart? This Sogo had caught her eye, and she had caught his. That only proved she had good taste!
Fortunately, Sogo Doma, who was explaining the twelfth method, had no idea what the bunny girl was thinking. Otherwise, he would have cried injustice. What did she mean, she had caught his eye? When had he ever done anything that could lead to such a misunderstanding?
Mai Sakurajima—he