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... 't you?"

A devilish whisper sounded in Hikigaya Hachiman's ear.

In that moment, he felt as though he had returned to the day Hiratsuka Shizuka had dragged him into the Service Club by force. The painful memories of being utterly defeated flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

"Hey, idiot! Move out of the way!"

Zenin, who was the closest to Hikigaya Hachiman, shouted when she saw the dead-fish-eyed boy standing there in a daze, as though struck by some kind of mental ...

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