This mannish woman swiftly stepped forward and blocked the door.
With the exit blocked, if anyone really killed a companion here, they would obviously be imprisoned—or even executed outright as an example to the rest.
But just then.
A somewhat languid voice came from behind the door.
Swish, swish, swish—
In nearly an instant, everyone turned to look in that direction.
He was a delicate-looking youth, almost feminine in appearance.
Black hair, blue eyes, and exceptionally fair skin.
It was none other than Fujimaru Ritsuka.
At that moment, he yawned and walked into the meeting room as though he had just woken up.
The instant that man arrived, Peropercino's pupils contracted imperceptibly.
His telepathy...
Had failed.
The latecomer openly wore Fujimaru Ritsuka's face as he blew a kiss at the gay man. Then, with perfect politeness, he walked to the front, bowed to everyone, and said,
"Am I late?"
"I'm truly sorry about that."
After doing all that, he frankly looked around. Upon spotting someone with an avatar identical to Fujimaru Ritsuka's, he immediately sat down beside her.
The whole sequence was as smooth and dashing as flowing clouds and running water, making him look exactly like the romantic legend of a campus novel.
"Where did you go?"
The girl with the orange-red side ponytail asked quietly.
Perhaps it was just her imagination.
But she felt that something about her little brother seemed off.
"I ate some West Lake Vinegar Fish a friend gave me, passed out, and only just woke up."
The youth yawned.
For some reason, after eating a batch of high-quality Chakra Fruit, he had become increasingly sleepy.
So, he had simply sprawled across the table.
It was the exact posture of a back-row high school slacker, and it fell right into the director's sight.
It caused