Outside, the sound of the band singing drifts in.

Startled, the sparrows fly away from the branches, and the girl's heart begins to flutter like spring.

Her friend's words make her cheeks blush fiercely.

But she still shakes her head, her voice gentle like freshly cooked sticky rice, "Natsuka, this isn't right. I don't want to force Aozawa-senpai to do something he doesn't like."

In Hojo Shouko's eyes, she's already presenting herself in such a way, and since Aozawa-senpai hasn't chosen to taste the fruit, he must have his own reasons.

She doesn't need to interfere much, just quietly wait for Aozawa-senpai to figure it out.

Natsuka Yanagimachi understands what kind of person Hojo Shouko is, and she also believes that Aozawa-senpai holds back due to Shouko's personality.

After all, Hojo Shouko keeps everything to herself, rarely revealing good or bad on her face, so naturally, Aozawa-senpai cannot grasp the timing to move forward.

Aside from double-dealing, in other aspects, Natsuka Yanagimachi thinks Aozawa-senpai does well. He would consider Hojo Shouko's personality.

This is both a strength and a weakness.

Because Hojo Shouko is a closed book.

Trying to grasp what a closed book wants is very difficult.

Not to mention, this closed book is a soft gourd that shows no opinion, making people afraid to express their thoughts freely.

"You're just making things more difficult for Aozawa-senpai."

Natsuka Yanagimachi sighs deeply.

Although earlier, when she got fed a mouthful of dog food, a genuine feeling of dissatisfaction towards Aozawa and Hojo Shouko rose in her heart.

But that dissatisfaction is like the wind outside, coming and going as it pleases.

"You should look in the mirror more often, see if you can notice any changes in your expressions.

How could you expect Aozawa-senpai to sense what you're thinking?"

Natsuka Yanagimachi spoke with an exasperated tone, "He doesn't know if you're willing, so he doesn't dare randomly request anything."

Hojo Shouko's thoughts began to waver, standing there, she sank into contemplation, trying to sort out her thoughts.

Natsuka Yanagimachi placed her hands on her shoulders, her cheeks unusually serious, her eyes wide open.

"Shouko, trust me."

After saying this, she didn't receive an immediate response, and her smile gradually strained, her hands subtly tightened.

She forced a smile, "You'll trust me, right?"

To the physically strengthened Hojo Shouko, this amount of force was nothing. She could only truthfully say, "Natsuka, you haven't dated either.

I really doubt your experience is useful."

Natsuka Yanagimachi was made embarrassed by her honest words, quickly arguing back, "What do you mean not useful? Do you even know what a theoretical expert is?"

"Sorry, theory and practice are different things, I can't discuss such matters with someone inexperienced like you."

Hojo Shouko's truth made Natsuka Yanagimachi feel pierced with arrows, retracting her hand, annoyed, "Fine! I won't care about this anymore, consult whoever you want!"

"Natsuka, don't be mad, I'll get a piece of grilled eel for you."

Hojo Shouko opened her lunch box, deciding to apologize with food.

After all, Natsuka Yanagimachi's theories couldn't be used for reference, but her thoughtful heart was undoubtedly pure.

Natsuka Yanagimachi smelled the aroma and quickly forgave Hojo Shouko.

After all, that's just her kind of personality.

It wasn't the first time she's spoken truthfully and jabbed her feelings.

...

Club building, Human Observation Society.

Ayatsuki Ayaka sat in a chair, eyes fixed on Takahashi Saeko without blinking.

Miyahara Kaoru and Tama Chan sat like the Seven Fairies in Peach Blossom Garden who were stunned by monkeys.

Each sat there motionless, not speaking, the air fell into silence.

The sound of the band singing outside became louder.

In this strange atmosphere, a knock resounded.

"Sister Iroha, I have something to ask you."

A soft voice floated in from outside the door.

Ayatsuki Ayaka instinctively tilted her head slightly.

This minimal movement was instantly caught by Takahashi Saeko and the others, "Iroha, you moved."

"Alright, I'll buy the drinks."

Ayatsuki Ayaka's expression was quite gloomy, not because of the money for drinks, but the displeasure of losing in the statue game.

But loss is loss.

She gambled and accepted the outcome, got up, and opened the door.

In the hallway outside, stood a girl with a straight back, black short hair tucked at her ears, looking especially sweet.

"Shouko, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka's cheeks showed a trace of curiosity.

Hojo Shouko glanced at the trio inside, feeling a bit shy inside.

"You guys chat here, we'll head out first."

Tama Chan noticed her embarrassment, proactively suggested leaving the club room.

Her tea-colored wavy hair reached her shoulders, her manicure and eyeshadow indicating her delinquent hot girl identity.

Hojo Shouko looked at her, suddenly recalling the rumors about them.

The four hot girl group was well-known even among the first-year students, especially Takahashi Saeko, Tama Chan.

Many girls and boys in the class spoke of their rich experience.

Just referencing Ayatsuki Ayaka's advice might not be enough.

Hojo Shouko softly said, "If the seniors don't mind, you can stay and listen."

"Since you say so, we'll listen to what troubles our cute junior might have."

Tama Chan sat down again, crossing her legs, her left index finger gently twirling her hair.

She was quite curious about what this sudden visit to Iroha was for.

Ayatsuki Ayaka invited Hojo Shouko into the club's activity room.