"How can you brush us off like this?"
The next day, Arisa Shūkyōin held a student assembly, and the students below vented their discontent.
"I'm not brushing you off. What I mean is, we shouldn't act rashly before we understand what's happening."
"My grandfather and the Kuhouin Family should contact us very soon. Please hold on a little longer!"
Arisa Shūkyōin did her best to keep order up front, even invoking the Kuhouin Family.
It seemed Shūichirō Keidō's words had caused tremendous panic among the students.
"I suggest you face reality! They've already abandoned us! They'll dispose of us as sources of infection! We're all going to die! We're finished!"
A male student with long reddish-brown hair screamed hysterically, frightening a girl beside him into tears.
The prospect of being eliminated as though they were a virus left everyone on edge.
"Stop it! That isn't necessarily going to happen!"
Another girl comforted the classmate who had been frightened into tears.
"That's right! Stop shouting! As I said, please wait until you have the microphone before speaking!"
Arisa Shūkyōin called out calmly. The more chaotic things became, the less she could afford to panic. As president, she was the school's anchor now.
"I think our biggest problem right now is that we don't understand the situation. Shouldn't we send someone to inspect the wall along the Seventh Loop Line?"
Namba, the boy with glasses who had previously harassed Ayase Shinomiya, took the microphone and addressed Arisa Shūkyōin.
"Exactly! Namba's right!"
"We should inspect it. Maybe we'll find a way out of this."
Perhaps because Namba had offered a suggestion while everyone was terrified, quite a few students supported him.
"Why is President Arisa taking those guys so seriously? Is that following the rules, or what do you call it?"
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