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Chapter 350 - Chapter 349 An eraser hit Shiori's little head hard

"Ow! That hurts!"

An eraser hit Shiori's little head hard, pulling her out of her strange fantasies.

This person must have been thinking about her strange appearance only wearing an apron.

Ever since this person gained Shinji Takamiya's memories, she had a boy-like feeling in certain matters.

She didn't know if this person had done anything strange to her after returning home. Really… enough.

"Work properly! Don't think about all those messy things! Otherwise, I'll post what you've done before on the campus network and ruin your life!"

"Please, don't do such a thing!"

Inaba Tsukiyo held too many things over Shiori. Any one of these could make her an enemy of the school. If all of them were released, she probably wouldn't even be able to stay in Amamiya City.

After Shiori settled down, Illya continued with her work while recalling the girl she had seen in her dream.

She remembered her mentioning the name Manjuka… Manjuka? She didn't remember knowing this person?

Given this girl's extraordinary nature, this girl named Manjuka was probably not a minor character either.

Also, the girl who dragged her into that space didn't seem to have any ill intentions, merely wanting to meet her?

But… if it was just a meeting, why did it have to be in such a strange way? Making someone wear such strange clothes, was that her twisted sense of humor?

Inaba Tsukiyo had never even worn a bikini swimsuit.

This was partly due to her figure, and partly because Inaba Tsukiyo didn't want to wear such clothes to give others a show.

Now, to directly skip the previous steps and make her change into those clothes, that was too stimulating, both for her and for others, it would be a very stimulating experience.

"Is she related to another me? Someone she met before? Because she knew of my existence, she came to test me? But… does testing require me to wear those clothes? She's not a pervert."

The girl she saw earlier was clearly not the type who constantly wanted to put her beloved's panties on her head. On the contrary, the impression she gave her was a bit like Kurumi, with that noblewoman's aura.

Hmm~ It feels so strange. Why do I keep encountering such strange things lately? I've already tried my best to avoid bad things from happening, so why won't others leave me alone?

I hope such things won't happen again. Yae Sakura before had already started to loosen her inner resolve. Now, under the 'conquest' of the others at home, she was worried she wouldn't be able to hold on.

Days passed one by one, and Illya and Shiori's work progressed smoothly.

Although there was a slight accident when they went to Miku's school, they still got through it without any major problems. Heaven knew what they encountered at the school.

They had to admit that they had underestimated what the Executive Committee needed to do. Initially, it was just helping the Student Council with some minor tasks, but they realized they were wrong.

Laichan Middle School was not a key school, so the budget was limited. This meant that the material budget each class could receive was limited, preventing any thoughts of embezzlement.

To prevent popular stalls from concentrating in one area, which would lead to other areas being deserted, Illya rearranged the stall distribution map.

Of course, there would definitely be people who wanted to plead for their stalls to be placed in prominent locations. Illya would personally talk to them about this.

As for how they talked, only Illya and the individuals themselves knew.

Only some people eavesdropping outside heard the sound of dissatisfaction from within, followed by dull thuds of punches connecting with flesh.

Just as those outside thought the people inside had started fighting, the door opened, and Illya and the other party appeared before everyone, completely unharmed.

There were no injuries, not even their clothes were disheveled, as if the sounds from earlier were all their imagination.

The only result was that everyone agreed to Illya's arrangements, and without any resentment, they scurried back to their classrooms to do their work.

Besides those who wanted to secure stalls through connections, there were also school staff members.

In addition to patrol personnel to prevent disturbances, there were also information desk personnel, all of whom needed to be carefully arranged.

These patrol personnel were all sports students, meaning students from the basketball club and other sports clubs.

After all, it was impossible to let students from the cultural department take on this role; otherwise, if some unreasonable people appeared, would they try to reason with them?

You say students cannot resort to violence? That it would be bad for the school's reputation?

Don't worry, in the end, these people will suffer greater losses. Illya will make it impossible for these troublemakers to stay in Amamiya City, and they will even face certain obstacles if they go to other cities.

Of course, some members of the sports department also had no desire to serve as patrol personnel, but under Illya's persuasion (and coercion), they were very 'willing' to undertake this sacred task.

The members of the Student Council stared blankly as Illya assigned various tasks to members one by one, feeling as if they were watching a Student Council president.

No, even a Student Council president wouldn't perform like this; she was too strong.

This made the Student Council members want to make Illya a member of the Student Council, but Illya refused without hesitation.

Are you kidding? If she became a member of the Student Council, where would she find free time? Plus, her purpose in doing this was simply to order others to do things; she didn't want to do such troublesome things.

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