Imaizumi Keita reached out and gently touched Shioyaki Lemon's forehead with the back of his hand.
A scorching heat was clearly transmitted through her skin.
"Hey, Lemon, can you hear me?"
He raised his volume slightly, trying to call back her already muddled consciousness.
"Mmm...?"
Shioyaki Lemon responded dizzily, those eyes that were always full of spirit now seemed covered by a layer of mist, completely unable to focus.
Instead of responding, she gave a silly smile, her body went soft, and she leaned entirely toward Imaizumi Keita.
This is bad.
This was clearly a sign of heatstroke caused by staying in a high-temperature, enclosed environment after exercise.
Imaizumi Keita instinctively supported her soft and powerless body, preventing her from falling directly onto the floor.
He took out his phone again and sent another message to Yanami, urging her to hurry over.
"Get over here now!"
After the message was sent, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket; now was not the time to wait for a reply, he needed to perform emergency treatment on Shioyaki.
...
Meanwhile, Yanami Anna, who was wandering through the school building corridor at a strolling pace, felt her phone vibrate in her pocket again.
She pulled out her phone with some impatience, thinking how that guy could be so impatient, always rushing her.
However, when she saw the short and clearly urgent message on the screen, her expression paused.
Eh?
Why is Imaizumi-kun in such a hurry? It's not like his style at all...
An inexplicable sense of panic welled up in her heart.
Although Yanami really wanted to let that bastard Imaizumi suffer a bit more, she could distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.
Tsk, what a troublesome guy..."
Yanami Anna complained in a small voice, but her steps were no longer leisurely, and she immediately started running toward the sports warehouse.
...
Inside the warehouse, the air grew increasingly sweltering.
Supporting Shioyaki Lemon, Imaizumi Keita could clearly feel the alarming heat coming from her, as well as the sweat beads constantly seeping from her forehead and sliding down her cheeks.
In just a few minutes, the hair on her forehead and temples had been completely soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to her skin.
The sports short-sleeved shirt she was wearing, already damp from sweat, now felt as if it had just been fished out of water, clinging stickily to her body.
Sweat even dripped from her chin and neck, forming a small puddle on the concrete floor.
As expected of an athlete, her metabolic rate is truly amazing.
Imaizumi Keita remarked silently in his heart.
But immediately, he realized the current situation was very troublesome.
A semi-conscious, soaking-wet girl and a boy alone together, locked in a sealed warehouse.
This scene, no matter how one explained it afterward, was full of ambiguous elements that would spark the imagination.
To avoid any potential accidents, Imaizumi Keita needed to take some precautions for himself in advance.
He supported Shioyaki Lemon, leaning her against the nearby wall, then took a thumb-sized Micro-camera out of his pocket.
He looked around and finally placed the camera in a hidden spot obscured by a mat that could capture most of the warehouse, then pressed the record button.
Only after finishing this did he breathe a sigh of relief; this way, there would be evidence of what he did.
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