"Amane, you seem to be having a great time here."
Horikita pressed her hand firmly on Amane's shoulder.
Amane, who was drinking, suddenly froze as if petrified, remaining motionless.
After a while, Amane put on a happy expression and turned her head.
"Suzune! I missed you so much, boo hoo hoo! The girls in Class C don't even let me hug them when they sleep. As expected, my Suzune is the best."
Horikita, who was suddenly embraced by Amane, was a little flustered.
Even Horikita, who had developed sufficient immunity to Amane's sweet talk, still blushed slightly upon hearing phrases like "my Suzune."
"With so many people watching, what on earth are you babbling about!"
Horikita affectionately tapped Amane's head with the back of her finger.
"Hehe~"
Amane smiled and led Horikita to her lounge chair, where she lay down.
Feeling the comfort provided by the ergonomically designed lounge chair and the shade under the parasol, for a moment, Horikita seemed to understand Amane's joy.
"Eh? Isn't that Ayanokoji? Why are you here too?"
Amane looked at Ayanokoji and the three bento boxes he was carrying, which had some sand on them, and asked with a strange expression.
Are gifts these days so impoverished?
In Ayanokoji's eyes, could she, Miyako Amane, not handle such a test?
But if it's a bento, it's a bento. Why is it sandy? So strange.
"I almost thought I had the superpower of invisibility just now."
Unexpectedly, Ayanokoji was also telling dry jokes now.
This should be considered progress, right?
"I'm super looking forward to having that superpower! That way I can secretly go see girls... wait, it seems like there's no problem if I just openly go see them. Oh no! My childhood dream is shattered, boo hoo hoo!"
Watching Amane clown around, Ayanokoji shrugged helplessly.
He didn't have time for such daydreams when he was a child, but now that he thought about it... wouldn't being invisible be as terrifying as having one's existence erased from this world?
As soon as he thought of this, Ayanokoji suddenly didn't like this superpower that was particularly convenient for certain things.
"What's with those bentos? Have you two fallen so low as to pick up discarded bentos?"
Ayanokoji's gaze turned to Horikita.
Horikita cleared her throat awkwardly.
"I thought you wouldn't get enough to eat here, so I brought some bentos. They just accidentally fell on the beach; I didn't pick them up. Besides, I would rather starve to death than pick up food to eat. But... it seems you don't need these bentos now."
Horikita watched Class C heartily devouring the barbecue, feeling a bit envious for a moment.
But she also knew that such actions were just a meaningless expenditure of points. The more they ate now, the fewer points they would have left, and they would probably be starving in the last few days.
As soon as she thought of this, Horikita's inner balance was somewhat restored.
"Hehe, I knew Suzune still cares about me the most. Come, try a skewer with my newly mixed barbecue sauce. The taste is really good, you know."
Amane casually took a few skewers and handed them to Horikita.
"Cough cough."
Ayanokoji coughed a few times.
Amane naturally knew what he meant, but she pretended not to hear.
Horikita took a small bite, then her eyes immediately widened.
"The taste is a bit different from what you made before, it's a little spicy..."
"Here's some chilled juice, quickly have a sip."
"Cough cough, the weather has been so hot lately. If only there were some chilled drinks to quench my thirst."
Ayanokoji looked at the colorful drinks and juices in the luxurious "refrigerator" filled with ice, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Indeed, coming here today was a mistake.
Looking at the bottle of generic orange juice in his bento, which originally cost six class points, Ayanokoji sighed deeply.
The next second, an opened bottle of chilled orange juice was offered to him.
"Tha..."
"No choice, I'm just too kind. I can't stand to see others without chilled drinks to drink."
Ayanokoji's thanks were cut short by Amane's infuriating remark.
"Speaking of which, who's in charge of Class C now? Is it you?"
Horikita shook her head vigorously, trying to shake such an absurd idea out of her mind.
How could Amane possibly become the leader of Class C?
Her own way of thinking was becoming stranger and stranger.
"It's Hiyori."
"Hiyori? Why does that sound so familiar?"
Horikita said, taking out her small notebook and flipping through it.
Shiina, who was nearby, saw Horikita talking to Amane and was hesitating whether to greet Horikita when Amane waved at her.
Shiina handed the volleyball to the girl next to her and then jogged over to Amane.
At this moment, Horikita finally found Shiina's information.
"So it was the loser who had a date with Amane before. No wonder I thought it sounded so familiar."
Coincidentally, Shiina, who had just arrived, heard this statement clearly.
Her face immediately turned red.
"I, I didn't have a date with Amane... That time, I just asked Amane to go to the library to read; there was no special intention. My relationship with Amane is very pure, right, Amane? Eh? Amane, don't stay silent."
Shiina struggled to shake Amane.
"It's relatively pure."
"Relatively?"
Horikita raised an eyebrow.
Shiina was actually a little nervous under Horikita's gaze.
If it were any other time, Shiina wouldn't be in such a state, but as soon as Horikita-san mentioned the date...
Shiina remembered that afternoon... and naturally felt a bit guilty, which allowed Horikita-san to take the initiative.
"Then I'll rephrase it. Hiyori and I have a pure friendship."
Amane put her arm around Shiina, as if to prove how good their relationship was.
"Excuse me, Shiina-san, Amane and I have some things we'd like to discuss alone."
Horikita-san grabbed Amane's ear and pulled her aside.
"I hope Amane will be alright."
Shiina covered her ears.
As long as she couldn't hear the screams, Amane wouldn't be beaten too badly.
After a long while, Amane, with a look of utter despair and clutching her abdomen, was tossed back onto the lounge chair.
"We only came to say hello to Amane this time. Now that we've said our hellos, it's time for us to go back. So, we'll take our leave now."
Horikita-san bowed slightly to Shiina, then left the Class C camp with Ayanokoji.
Shiina felt that something wasn't quite right, but she couldn't pinpoint the problem at the moment, so she could only bury her doubts deep down.
She would tell Ryuuen about it when he returned.
Putting her worries aside, Shiina quickly ran to check on Amane's condition. Only after seeing that Amane was fine did she relax.
It seems Horikita-san is still tough on the outside but soft on the inside when it comes to Amane.
She really hoped to have a good talk with Horikita-san if she had the chance.
The unsuspecting Shiina didn't notice that Amane's hand, clutching her abdomen, was tightly gripping something.
Just as everyone was about to gather for dinner, Sakaue-sensei walked out with a notebook.
"The results of yesterday's infiltrator's reconnaissance are out. You can check the details on this table."
Sakaue-sensei finished speaking and handed the table to Shiina Hiyori. Shiina quickly scanned it, her gaze lingering on the names listed at the end for a long time, then she actually handed it directly to Amane.
Amane took the table and saw that, indeed, all the students whose identities were spied on the first day were the exchange students from each class.
The people spied on the first day were:
Class A chose to spy on Ichinose Honami, who has a special identity.
Class B chose to spy on Katsuragi Kohei, who has a special identity.
Class C chose to spy on Miyako Amane, who has no special identity.
Class D chose to spy on Ryuuen Kakeru, who has a special identity.
---------------------------------
If you'd like to read the next 70 chapters in advance, you can support me on Patreon.
I regularly post chapter previews there, so you'll always be up-to-date and won't have to wait too long.
patreon.com/SolyuraMT
And if you enjoy the story, don't forget to give me a Power Stone. Your support really motivates me to continue translating!