He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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"understood."

Hoshimiya Shio entered the changing room, and a moment later, Nikaido came out.

She was still wearing her armor on her lower body, while her upper body was covered in a black mesh lining, steaming hot and soaked with sweat, glistening under the light, looking as if it had just been "freshly made".

"Brother Shirakawa, did you call me?"

"Hmm. Nikaido, can we go to the school festival together today?" Shirakawa invited.

He didn't intend to tell Nikaido the truth; he wanted the eldest sister to enjoy the annual school festival.

So he used the excuse of accompanying the eldest sister to the school festival to stay by her side and protect her.

"Huh?" Upon hearing Shirakawa's invitation, Nikaido was initially surprised and incredulous, but after his joy, he glanced back at the other girls.

She also knew that Shirakawa was liked by many girls.

So, is it not good for the other girls that she and Shirakawa sneaked off on a date at the school festival? Especially Sakura, who has already formed an alliance with her.

"Is it alright, boss?" Shirakawa asked the stunned Nikaido again.

“Ah, sure, of course,” Nikaido blurted out.

Joy had dispelled all her worries. The opportunity to be alone with Shirakawa was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, so how could she hesitate?

"I'll be right there after I change my clothes."

Nikaido practically rushed into the dressing room, where he could hear the clanging and clattering of armor falling apart.

"Nikaido? What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Sakura asked from the locker room.

"It's okay, it's okay, this outfit is too stuffy, it's making me uncomfortable." Nikaido kept it a secret, she couldn't let others know about her date with Shirakawa.

Shirakawa stood guard at the door, waiting while planning his trip to the school festival with Nikaido.

About ten minutes later, Hoshimiya Rie found Shirakawa at the door.

"Hey, Shirakawa, you did a pretty good job in that stage play. You have the potential to be an actor."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Don't get carried away. I just saw you with Xing Gongxi. Don't forget the promise we made, or I'll have no choice but to give up."

"Of course I remember, but it was a case of 'what's the use of trying'..."

Rie smiled, patted Shirakawa on the shoulder, and left without saying a word.

It seems she came here to warn herself.

However, behind the curtain in the changing room, Hoshiguchi Xi, who had just changed her clothes, stood still, her brows furrowed, looking puzzled.

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Yoshioka: Where are you?

Yoshioka: ? ? ?

Yoshioka had just left the gymnasium and was planning to meet up with Fukada.

He sent several messages to Fukada on his phone, but received no response.

"Damn it, where did that woman go?!"

Yoshioka weaves through the crowd, searching for Fukada.

He kept asking the students about Fukada's whereabouts.

Most of the students knew Vice President Fukada, but they didn't know where she was now.

Yoshioka was anxious. She and this woman had planned to have her find the location of Nikaido, the delinquent leader of Sakura High School, then devise a route, retrieve baseball bats and other weapons from the sports warehouse, cause a ruckus, and force him to bring Sakura High School under her control.

That way he can collect so-called protection money.

His men were all ready, and they didn't even participate in the school festival of Chenghuang Middle School. But when it came time to carry out the plan, Fukada disappeared without a trace.

Even as the leader, failing his subordinates will affect his prestige.

ding~~~

It was Fukada's reply.

They finally replied.

Okada picked up his phone to check.

Fukada: I quit.

Quit?

Yoshioka: What do you mean? I've already brought the people here, and you're telling me you're quitting?

Fukada: Sorry, I've encountered some problems here.

Yoshioka: ? (Sending failed, please add the recipient as a friend)

Did this woman play me?

Yoshioka was so angry he almost crushed his phone.

No, let's put Shirakawa's matter aside for now.

Even if he has to search the entire school, he will find Fukada!

259. Fukada in a dilemma

noon.

Outside the window, there were sounds of students playing and laughing, as well as the shouts of vendors from the snack stalls they had set up themselves.

Fukada lay on the bed in the infirmary, his face already devoid of color.

After Akita-sensei's clothes dried, she left first to maintain order at the school festival, leaving Akita-sensei alone here.

Her beloved Akiyama-kun never replied to her messages again after that.

She began to wonder what she had done all this for.

At first, she treated Shirakawa as a piece of trash she could manipulate at will, but he...

The memory of that terrifying scene made her heart pound, and fear made her body tremble and feel cold.

Feeling isolated and helpless, she decided to distance herself from Shirakawa and the conflicts, and quietly enjoy her campus life.

She is a senior in high school, and she will be going to university in a year.

It wasn't that she had turned over a new leaf, but rather that she was afraid—afraid that Shirakawa, who possessed mysterious powers, would come after her again.

To prevent Shirakawa from coming again, she locked the door beforehand. In this relatively safe room, she felt a little sleepy.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep.

"Hey, Fukada," a familiar male voice rang out from outside the door.

Fukada turned his head and saw Yoshioka's delighted smile appear on the small window of the infirmary's wooden door: "So you were hiding here! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Yoshioka roughly twisted the doorknob, making a creaking sound, as if the door was about to break.

"Open the door quickly, aren't we here to discuss our plans?" Yoshioka said with a smile.

Fukada knew that beneath that smile lay his fury.

But she had nowhere to retreat and could only pray that the door was sturdy enough to keep Yoshioka out.

"Huh? This door is pretty sturdy, damn it!" Yoshioka cursed, took a few steps back, clenched his fist, and aimed his brass knuckles at the doorknob.

Boom! Bang!

After one pass, the door handle was deformed, and the lock cylinder of the door lock bulged out.

Boom!

With one kick, Yoshioka forcefully kicked open the wooden door.

"How dare you play me, you bitch!"

Yoshioka stepped forward, grabbed Fukada by the collar, and lifted her off the bed.

Compared to Yoshioka's tall and strong physique, Fukada looked like a helpless little girl.

"I'm not kidding you, I really don't want to do this anymore."

"You're the one who approached me, you're the one who came to me to get revenge on Shirakawa, and you're just going to quit like that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Does 'sorry' do any good?" Yoshioka opened his large palm and raised it high.

Snapped!

Fukada was slapped hard across the face, leaving a clear red handprint and the iron mark of the brass knuckles.