The knock at the door immediately filled the worried Dalle with delight.
"Who is it?"
As he spoke, the short second-year class leader headed for the door, but before he could get close, Renata stopped him.
"Senior, someone's knocking."
Dalle said cautiously.
Dalle was afraid of Renata from the bottom of his heart.
Not only because of her formidable strength, but also because of her mercurial moods. One moment she might smile sweetly at you, and the next, she might separate your head from your body.
Although Theoret's school rules restrained her most of the time, physical suffering was unavoidable.
Dalle had suffered at her hands before.
More than once, too.
Therefore, whenever he saw Renata, it was as though he had been traumatized. The second-year class leader always felt weak at the knees.
"Are you afraid?"
"Little Dalle?"
"Am I really that frightening?"
Smiling, Renata bent down and brought her face closer to Dalle. As that alluring, beautiful face drew near—especially with flashes of snowy white before his eyes—Dalle panicked and staggered backward, nearly falling over.
The sight made Renata very happy, and the fourth-year class leader burst into a string of laughter.
"Senior, please stop teasing me."
"I surrender."
Dalle said with a bitter smile.
Renata had no intention of ending the game just because Dalle admitted defeat. She was about to say something else when Jemala interrupted her.
"Footsteps."
The third-year class leader said coldly.
Dalle froze amid his bitter smile, then his expression turned serious.
Footsteps!
There had only been knocking!
No footsteps!
Although his attention had been focused on the confrontation between Renata and Jemala just now, with his hearing, he should not have failed to hear any footsteps.
Instinctively, Dalle turned to look at Tai.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Amid his coughing, Tai raised his