Chapter 124: You're Truly Insane, Hikigaya-kun!
As Hachiman and Ichinose walked side-by-side out of the restaurant, the light in the corridor was just right, and the sea breeze poured in from the open portholes, carrying a salty, damp scent.
Ichinose looked down at her phone, her fingers sliding quickly across the screen. She had already confirmed all the emails from those thirty-eight phones; the numbers cycled through her mind over and over. "The Class A students have already left." She looked up, her gaze landing on the corner of the corridor. "It seems they've already transmitted the situation of our class back."
Just now, she was actually cooperating with Hachiman's acting—performing a scene where Class B had "discovered" the identity of two VIPs.
Hachiman nodded but didn't respond.
Ichinose paused, then lowered her voice. "Four. Amikura, Watanabe, Shibata, and Kobashi. Our class has four VIPs."
When she said this, her tone carried a mix of complex emotions—both relief and tension. The tension came from the fact that if all four VIPs were exposed, it would be a 400-point loss. Class B's current evaluation score was 1055 points; if 400 points were deducted, they would drop to 655, losing their hold not just on Class A, but potentially even Class C.
The relief, however, stemmed from the fact that because the phones were confiscated, these four students no longer had to carry the psychological burden of guarding their identity or worrying about bringing losses to the class.
"Hikigaya-kun, this number..." She looked at Hachiman, about to say something, but saw him staring at his own phone screen.
Hachiman looked up, his gaze calm.
"It's not just four."
Ichinose froze.
Hachiman turned his screen toward her. On it was the school's email interface, with a line of text clearly visible:
[Congratulations, you are very lucky to be selected as the VIP. Please protect your identity and choose the most suitable exam result.]
Ichinose's eyes widened slightly.
"Hikigaya-kun... you too?"
"Yeah." Hachiman put his phone away. "Dragon Group VIP."
Ichinose fell silent.
Five people.
Out of twelve VIPs in total, Class B occupied five.
The number made her feel a dizzying sense of pressure. It wasn't excitement; it was tangible weight. Five VIPs meant five points of risk. Even exposing one was a 100-point loss; two was 200; three...
She didn't dare think further.
"Our class score is 1055," Ichinose whispered as if to herself. "If all five are exposed..."
"A 500-point deduction," Hachiman finished her sentence, his tone flat. "We'd be left with 555 points, sitting at the same table as Class C."
Ichinose took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. With nearly half of the "bombs" in their own class, staying perfectly composed was impossible. She looked at Hachiman and noticed his expression lacked any hint of panic; he possessed a level of tranquility she couldn't quite see through.
"Hikigaya-kun, you seem... not very worried?"
Hachiman didn't answer immediately. He took his phone out, pushed a finger against it, and popped out the SIM card tray. He held the tiny chip between his fingertips, its metallic surface glinting in the sunlight.
"Give me your phone," he said to Ichinose.
Though puzzled, Ichinose handed hers over.
Hachiman took it and likewise removed the SIM card. Then he set both SIM cards aside and held up his phone. The email on the screen was still clearly visible—the VIP notification remained, having not disappeared despite the removal of the SIM card.
"Look." He handed the phone back.
Ichinose took it, stared at the screen for a few seconds, then looked at her own phone with the SIM removed. She suddenly understood.
"The emails... are stored locally on the phone?"
"Correct." Hachiman nodded. "The SIM card is only used for reception. Once received, the information stays in the phone. Changing the card or pulling it out won't make it disappear."
As Ichinose stared at those two lines of text, something began to take shape in her mind, but she hadn't quite grasped it yet.
"What does this mean?" she asked.
Hachiman took his phone back, his gaze landing on the distant sea.
"It means we already know the information for Class B's VIPs," he said. "We can completely exclude these five groups."
Ichinose nodded. That was obvious—if they wanted to find VIPs from other classes, knowing their own meant they wouldn't waste time in those specific groups.
But Hachiman wasn't finished.
"Excluding those five groups, what about the remaining seven?"
Ichinose was stunned for a moment, then realized. Twelve groups, five VIPs in Class B—therefore, in the remaining seven groups, the VIP must come from Class A, C, or D.
"The VIPs in the other groups belong to the other classes," she whispered. "As long as we guess correctly, we get points."
"Exactly." Hachiman nodded. "Furthermore, I suspect Class A has a significant number of VIPs. Since Sakayanagi came in person, the school won't pass up this opportunity. This exam was restructured by the school, so they should have considered that factor. Also, Class A's current score is 1175. Even if they lose three or four hundred points, they'll still be Class A. The lower classes would find it hard to catch up even if they fought desperately. That wouldn't create a competitive effect. While the goal is to eventually determine the 'True Class A,' in the early stages, the school wants to pull students into desperate competition. If you were the school administration, how would you arrange things?"
Ichinose fell silent.
If the goal was to balance the comprehensive strength of the four classes, she would likely concentrate the VIPs in Class A and Class B—the upper classes, who could afford the deductions and were more likely to become targets. This exam would then serve as a defensive battle for the upper classes, who had been the "winners" of the semester so far.
"What about Class C and D?" she asked.
"Class C has a current score of 450, but 350 of that is to pay back their debt to me. Only 100 points truly belong to them," Hachiman said. "No matter how stupid Ryuen is, he'll find a way to protect those 100 points. So he will definitely force everyone to hand over their phones to confirm the number of VIPs in his class. If they have one, he'll protect them with everything; if not, he'll go all-out to guess other classes.
However, if Class C has too many VIPs and they get guessed by others, it's just giving away free points. Plus, the school might not support the 'resource selling' method anymore, so giving Class C too many VIP names might just result in them being sold off again."
He paused. "So, I guess Class C has two VIPs at most, maybe even just one."
Ichinose nodded thoughtfully. "And Class D?"
Hachiman was silent for two seconds.
"Class D is the most complicated," he said. "Hirata doesn't have the prestige to make everyone hand over their phones, Ayanokouji is still in the shadows, and Chabashira-sensei won't intervene. So the Class D students are likely split into two groups: those who received the VIP notice and will hide it desperately, and those who didn't and will try everything to find others' flaws.
Of course, why would they try so hard to find others' flaws? Simple. The students of that class can't stand seeing one person get rich alone. It's either everyone is poor or everyone is rich. Finding a VIP's identity and demanding the points be split equally is the only outcome they find acceptable."
"..." Ichinose was speechless.
Or rather, she was a bit frightened. Compared to Class B, which pooled points for the sake of the class, Class D's approach was simply absurd.
"It's more than that." Hachiman looked at Ichinose. "What do you think would happen if someone leaked news right now saying they were willing to pay one million points for the identity of a Class D VIP?"
Ichinose blinked, then understood.
"The Class D VIP... won't tell anyone," she said. "Because they know once exposed, they lose a million. So they will hide even deeper."
"Right. If they trusted Hirata or Kushida, someone might report to them. But with the temptation of extra points, they won't report voluntarily. Yet, voluntary reporting is Class D's only direct source of VIP intel," Hachiman nodded. "And because they hide so deep, no one knows how many VIPs Class D actually has. Hirata doesn't know, Ayanokouji doesn't know, and we don't know."
As he spoke, he took his phone back from Ichinose; the VIP notification was still glowing on the screen.
"However, we can make the people of Class D pretend to know."
Ichinose's pupils contracted slightly.
"Hikigaya-kun, you mean..."
"Find a Class D student and give them a phone with a VIP notification saved on it," Hachiman said. "Let them attend the group discussions, let them 'accidentally' show a flaw, and let the other classes think they are the VIP."
He paused, his tone sounding light, but his words sent a chill through Ichinose.
"Then, those who are in a hurry to answer will fill in their name."
Ichinose finally understood completely.
This wasn't simple defense. This was... trapping.
Using a fake VIP to bait greedy people. One wrong answer is a 50- or 100-point loss. And the loss would belong to the other classes.
"And Class D has an especially high number of people good at acting," Hachiman added. "Kushida, Karuizawa, Horikita, even Sakura—with a little guidance, they could all play the part well."
Ichinose was silent for a long time before she finally spoke.
"...Hikigaya-kun, I think I should call you 'Hikigaya the Great Demon King' now."
Hachiman glanced at her, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, but he didn't smile. Or rather, he felt Ichinose was being a bit excessive—was this enough to be called a Demon King?
You have to realize he actually had a specific plan for girls who liked to listen to his "inner thoughts" to cheat on exams: spreading the rumor that the VIP selection followed a specific pattern from the original work. Once that news broke, what would happen to the other classes?
They would likely spend massive amounts of time and points trying to get VIP info from other classes, then waste more time and energy trying to derive a "pattern." If they couldn't find one, they'd be terrified that another class had, leading to rushed, incorrect answers and point deductions.
So, this news would "explode" whoever believed it. Either their mental state would explode, or their points would.
Since Hiyori was in Class C, even Class C couldn't avoid it. Of course, that was specifically targeted at Hiyori.
Aside from Class D, which had already become a "friendly alliance" through Horikita, Karuizawa, and Kushida, the one he still needed to guard against was Sakayanagi from Class A.
Sakayanagi was special.
Hachiman reviewed his past interactions with the girls and his internal thoughts after meeting them. He realized Hiyori from Class C only thought he was impressive and wanted to eavesdrop on his thoughts for Class B's plans. But Sakayanagi from Class A knew he was a "reincarnator/transmigrator." In her eyes, he knew the test questions and how to deal with them.
Dealing with Sakayanagi's side was more troublesome. But it wasn't impossible.
And he had indeed handled it in advance: having Ichinose apply for "spare phones." Actually, simply confiscating Class B's phones would have prevented other students from knowing if they were VIPs and stopped them from answering prematurely.
It seemed like an absolute defense. Applying for spare phones appeared redundant.
However, the move was necessary. Sakayanagi knew too much; simple fake intel wouldn't fool her. He needed a more complex trap.
Regarding the number of VIPs this time, Sakayanagi would definitely get the list of Class A's VIPs, so she would soon discover... why were there so many in Class A? With so many names, wouldn't she try to derive a pattern herself?
So, a simple "pattern" rumor wouldn't fool her.
But when Hachiman had Ichinose apply for spare phones, on the surface, it was to prevent people from receiving VIP notices. When Sakayanagi saw this move, what would she think?
Simple. She would think... he was "covering his ears while stealing a bell." (Deceiving himself). In her eyes, as a transmigrator, he knew everything—the questions and the best solutions.
So, if he intentionally created this defensive state, wasn't he deliberately hiding something? For example, hiding the fact that there is a pattern to the VIP list.
Thus, once someone "derived" a pattern, his Class B would explode. As long as Sakayanagi thought in that direction, this exam could effectively end.
Because, a pattern? This exam's VIP selection had no pattern at all. The exam had shifted from "thinking" to "management." He had already checked the Class B VIP list against the pattern from the original work—it didn't match at all. The only possible "pattern" was...
A bunch of VIPs in Classes A and B, and very few in C and D.
That was the only pattern this time.
The fact that it had become this troublesome only meant his past self was too naive and pure, letting the girls learn too much info. Hachiman felt a slight pang of regret. It was like he had created his own opponents.
While thinking this, Hachiman put Ichinose's SIM card into his phone, and the VIP message was indeed still there. But when he pulled her SIM out and put his own back in, he found a new message had popped up.
The timestamp was a few minutes ago. When Hachiman opened it, he found it was a report.
[I was selected as the VIP for Class D.]
"..."
Hachiman looked at the text and was silent for two seconds. Then he let out a soft laugh.
Well. It seemed he didn't even need to look for Class D's VIP info anymore.
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At this moment, Sakayanagi Arisu had no idea that a storm was coming, but her mood was indeed poor.
For instance, the flavored black tea she liked was sitting on the table, cold, and she hadn't taken a single sip. Such an mood was rare for Arisu—she was usually composed, elegant, and felt everything was under control. But right now, that sense of control was slipping away bit by bit.
Of course, that was just what an ordinary student would think. As the "puppy" who had been with her for three months, Kamuro was very familiar with this state; Arisu usually acted like this when she suffered a setback. But Hikigaya hadn't sent a message or asked to see her today, and they hadn't met in the last two days.
So Arisu was angry because...
Kamuro had a terrible guess. Because Sakayanagi had told the class that anyone who received a VIP notice must report to her. It was past 8:00 PM now—could there be a problem with Class A's VIP list? For example, too many VIPs? Or none at all?
Katsuragi Kohei, sitting across from her, noticed her abnormality.
"Sakayanagi, did something happen?" Katsuragi asked directly.
Sakayanagi looked up at him. Her mouth still held a polite smile, but the composure in that smile was lacking.
Because...
"Katsuragi-kun," she spoke softly, "how many VIPs do you think Class A should have this time?"
Katsuragi was stunned, clearly not expecting this question. But he thought seriously for a few seconds before giving an answer.
"If the school upholds the principle of fairness, it should be three per class."
"Fairness?" Sakayanagi let out a soft laugh, tinged with a hint of mockery. "Katsuragi-kun, take another look at the rules for this exam."
She picked up the rulebook from the table, her finger tapping the "Early Answer" column.
"Once we enter the 'answer' phase, it involves adding and deducting points. And deductions? Does Class C or D—especially Class D—even have that many points to lose?
I already know the specific rules of your island exam. You have to realize that this exam doesn't explicitly state a '0-point floor' situation. Meaning, if you guess wrong and lose too many points, it's possible to end up with negative points. That would mean owing the school 'money.' Considering that, the school won't be too harsh on Class D.
In the previous island exam, Class B and D got a lot of personal points by selling 'base points.' This time, will the school give them so many opportunities? Especially Class D?"
Katsuragi was silent for a long time before speaking slowly. "You mean... the distribution of VIPs might not be equal? Perhaps Class D's VIP list is very short?"
Sakayanagi didn't answer directly but turned her gaze to a girl sitting in the corner.
"Shiroishi-san, what do you think?"
Asuka Shiroishi was looking down, seemingly in thought. Hearing her name, she blinked and looked up, a trace of surprise on her face. "Eh? Asking me?"
A flicker of fluster crossed her clear eyes, but she quickly regained her calm. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke.
"I think... Sakayanagi-san has a point." She paused to organize her words. "If the lower classes want to climb up, they need points. In this exam, the fastest way to get points is to guess the VIP correctly. But if the VIPs are distributed equally—three per class—then even if a lower class guesses everyone correctly, they only get a limited amount of points."
"But what if... the VIPs are concentrated in the upper classes?" Her voice was soft, but every word was clear and made one's heart skip. "If Class A and B have more VIPs, then the lower classes only need to guess us correctly to get massive points. For them, this is a chance for a breakthrough."
After she finished, she looked at Sakayanagi, seemingly waiting for a response.
Sakayanagi nodded slightly, the smile on her lips becoming a bit more genuine.
"Shiroishi-san is quite sharp," she said. "Just as I thought."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across everyone present.
"But the problem is—do the lower classes know how many VIPs they have?"
Shiroishi blinked, then shook her head.
"They don't know," Sakayanagi answered for her. "Ryuen of Class C will use violence to make everyone hand over their phones, so he can know how many VIPs his class has. But Class D?"
She let out a soft laugh.
"Class D doesn't even have a class representative right now. Hirata has the intent but can't manage everyone. Ayanokouji showed something in the island exam, but he can't coordinate
Class D at all. And then there's Horikita Suzune, who proposed 'distribution according to labor'... she belongs to Hikigaya of Class B."
Looking at it this way, Class D was indeed in a bad spot.
Morishita Ai couldn't help but speak up. "Sakayanagi-san, you mean... Class D doesn't even know how many VIPs they have themselves?"
"Most likely," Sakayanagi said. "And even if someone knows, they won't say it. There's no benefit to speaking out; hiding it might actually net them money."
She picked up the cup of cold tea, took a sip, frowned slightly, and set it down again.
Just then, Katsuragi's phone vibrated. He looked down at the screen, and his brow instantly furrowed. There was only one character on the screen:
[4]
It was sent by Sakayanagi.
Katsuragi looked up, meeting her gaze. Those purple eyes held no extra emotion, just watched him quietly.
Four. Class A had four VIPs.
Katsuragi's mind raced. Four VIPs—if all were guessed correctly, that would be 400 points. Class A's current score was 1175; minus 400, they'd have 775 left. That score was only 236 points lower than Class B's current 1011. If Class B got bonus points from somewhere else...
His expression darkened.
"So that's why your mood is bad," Katsuragi spoke slowly, his tone complex.
Sakayanagi didn't deny it.
"Four VIPs," she said softly. "If we hold, we stay Class A. If we don't, we might drop to B, or even..."
She didn't finish, but everyone understood. The atmosphere in the restaurant turned heavy instantly.
After a while, Sakayanagi took another phone out of her pocket—a gray spare.
Kamuro Masumi noticed the detail and couldn't help but lean in, whispering, "Sakayanagi, why are you still using a spare? Where's your own phone?"
Sakayanagi glanced at her, the corners of her mouth curving up.
"Spare phones have the benefits of spare phones," she said softly. "Just now, I thought of a plan."
Kamuro blinked. "What plan?"
Sakayanagi didn't answer immediately. She placed the spare on the table and tapped the screen.
"Knowing in advance that Class A has so many VIPs, what we need is defense. Don't let others guess, don't give them a chance to answer early. And don't let our students act on their own."
She paused. "The most direct way is to take everyone's phones. That way, even if someone wants to guess early, they don't have the tool."
Kamuro nodded. "Makes sense."
"But it's not enough," Sakayanagi shook her head. "Taking the phones only stops them from answering. But the VIP themselves still knows who they are; they'll still worry and might show a flaw in the group discussion."
She looked at Kamuro with deep meaning in her gaze. "A more rigorous way is to make them not know whether they are the VIP from the very start."
Kamuro was stunned. "How would you do that?"
Sakayanagi didn't answer, only sighed softly. "Pity, it's too late for that plan. The school's emails have been sent; everyone knows if they are a VIP or not. Making them 'not know' now is impossible. Unless... they weren't allowed to receive the emails in the first place."
Kamuro frowned, trying to process her words.
Just then, the restaurant door was pushed open. Hashimoto Masayoshi walked in quickly, followed by two other Class A students. He looked excited as he approached Sakayanagi.
"Princess Sakayanagi, we're back."
Sakayanagi nodded. "Tell me, what did you see?"
Hashimoto took a deep breath and began his report.
"First, Class C. They rented out that McDonald's on the second floor. It's remote, but we found it. I left Yamada there to watch. I saw Ryuen collecting phones—not just taking them, but making everyone line up and show him their screens one by one."
Katsuragi frowned. "On what basis does he have to make them hand over their phones?"
Hashimoto shrugged. "On the basis that he's Ryuen. Everyone in that class is afraid of him; no one dares resist. I heard he even recorded them, making everyone say it was 'voluntary.'"
Katsuragi shook his head. "The behavior of a tyrant."
"But it's effective," Hashimoto said. "This way, everyone in Class C knows if they are a VIP or not, and no one can hide it. Ryuen has all the info."
Katsuragi was silent for a few seconds, not arguing.
Hashimoto continued, "Then, Class B."
Mentioning Class B, his tone became significantly more serious.
"They rented out the restaurant on the third floor. We observed from the corner for a long time. Ichinose was collecting phones—she didn't let the owners look; she just took all the phones away. Then she and Hikigaya checked the notifications on the screens one by one."
He paused and added, "We were far away, so we couldn't see the specific contents clearly. But I counted: Hikigaya picked up two phones and set them aside separately."
"Two?" Morishita Ai couldn't help but interrupt. "Does that mean Class B only has two VIPs?"
Hashimoto nodded. "From what I saw, yes."
Envy appeared on Morishita's face. "Two VIPs... Class B has such good luck."
Because Class A had four. Four meant a maximum risk of -400 points, while Class B only had to worry about -200. That was indeed good luck.
Katsuragi also frowned slightly, seemingly in thought. But Sakayanagi's expression didn't change at all.
She looked at Hashimoto and asked softly, "Were you discovered?"
Hashimoto blinked. "Probably not... we were very far away and didn't get too close."
"Then it's correct," Sakayanagi nodded.
Morishita Ai looked confused. "Sakayanagi-san, what do you mean? Isn't it a good thing we weren't discovered?"
Sakayanagi glanced at her, her smile elegant yet meaningful. "Morishita-san, do you think I sent you to look just to get intel?"
"Was it not?"
"It was, and it wasn't," Sakayanagi shook her head gently. "Getting intel is one aspect, but more importantly—it was to let Class B know we were watching."
Morishita was stunned.
Sakayanagi continued, "If I were Hikigaya-kun, and I knew someone was watching in the shadows, what would I do?" She paused, answering her own question. "I would act. I would deliberately let them see what I wanted them to see."
Morishita's eyes widened. "You mean... those two phones were shown to us on purpose?"
Sakayanagi didn't answer directly, only sighed. "Hikigaya-kun is a smart man. He knows our Class A would send people to watch, so he would definitely be prepared. Those two phones are very likely just bait."
She paused, her gaze landing on the sea outside the window. "The real number of VIPs is definitely more than two."
Morishita fell silent. Hashimoto also frowned. "Then... exactly how many?"
Sakayanagi shook her head. "I don't know. But one thing is certain—if the school truly wants to give the lower classes a chance, the VIPs will be concentrated in the upper classes. Class A has four. Class B... probably has four, maybe even five."
Morishita sucked in a breath. "Five? Then aren't they..."
"In danger," Sakayanagi finished for her. "Five VIPs—if all are guessed, that's 500 points. Class B's score is 1011; minus 500, only 511 remains. Not much higher than the current Class C."
She paused, her tone complex. "So, Hikigaya-kun must be thinking of a way right now. A way to protect those five VIPs, and then find a way to take points from us."
Morishita couldn't help but ask, "Then what about us? Should we actively attack Class B?"
Sakayanagi looked at her, the corners of her mouth curving up. "We can."
Morishita's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"But..." Sakayanagi pivoted, "the premise of an attack is that we know who Class B's VIPs are."
Morishita's expression deflated again. This was a game of Werewolf, and it wasn't easy. She didn't have friends to play Werewolf with; she only knew the concept. She was a complete novice.
But then Hashimoto spoke, his tone grave. "Princess Sakayanagi, there's one thing I haven't finished."
Sakayanagi looked at him.
Hashimoto took a deep breath. "Class B didn't just collect phones to check VIP info. After they took everyone's phones, Ichinose took the bag of phones to find Hoshinomiya-sensei. Also, I noticed other Class B students holding phones similar to yours."
"It looks like they plan to use those spare phones in this exam." He paused, emphasizing his words. "Meaning, everyone in Class B is now using a spare. The other Class B students won't receive the school's emails, and they don't know if they are a VIP. Because their phones were taken by Ichinose, they can't even answer early if they wanted to."
The restaurant went silent instantly. Everyone was stunned.
Morishita Ai opened her mouth but couldn't speak for a long time. Because if the Class B students didn't know if they were VIPs, then the words coming out of their mouths had no value.
There was no way to guess. What "Werewolf"? The other side was just skipping their turn!
In other words, except for Ichinose and Hachiman, no one else could possibly know the info for Class B's VIPs!
Katsuragi's brow furrowed tightly, his eyes flashing with complex emotion. Shiroishi Asuka lowered her head, seemingly in thought.
Sakayanagi's fingers tightened slightly on her cane.
"Spare phones..." she whispered the word, her tone carrying a complexity even she didn't realize.
She had just thought of this plan—the "Super Defense" plan where no one knows if they are the VIP. But she had only "thought" of it; she hadn't had time to implement it.
And Hikigaya Hachiman had already done it.
"Truly..." Sakayanagi shook her head gently. Her smile was still elegant, but it held a bit more helplessness, a bit of lament, and an unidentifiable emotion.
"You're truly insane, Hikigaya-kun."
Her voice was soft, but in the quiet restaurant, everyone heard it clearly.
Morishita Ai couldn't help but ask, "Sakayanagi-san, then we..."
Sakayanagi raised her hand, cutting her off. She looked out the window at the shimmering sea. The sunlight fell on her face, making her profile look exceptionally soft, but her purple eyes flickered with a complex light.
"Wait," she said softly. "Wait for the group discussions to begin."
She paused, looking back at the Class A students. "Hikigaya-kun being able to go this far is indeed a surprise. But the exam has just started; there are still four days. In these four days, there will always be an opportunity."
Her voice was still sweet, still composed, and still carried that innate pride. But only she knew that at this moment, countless thoughts were racing through her mind.
Hikigaya Hachiman. This man was harder to deal with than she imagined.
But that was exactly why this exam was more interesting.
She stood up, supporting herself with her cane, her gaze sweeping across everyone. "Go prepare. At nine, the first group discussion begins."
The crowd stood up and dispersed.
Sakayanagi stood in place, looking at the sea and sighing softly.
'Hikigaya-kun, is this you in an 'information' state?'
She was looking forward to it. Looking forward to defeating him, bit by bit, over the next four days.
After all...
The one who knows Class B's VIP information right now is indeed you. And because it's you, she feels there is still hope.
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