Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

"so?"

"...Let's try the Pocky Challenge first."

Chapter 222 You...you...you've fouled!

"...Let's try the Pocky stick challenge first."

As she spoke, Fujiwara Chika pulled out a box of Pocky sticks from behind her back.

The secretary's idea is very simple.

People should follow rules, and so should people when playing games.

You must abide by the rules you set for yourself.

If it's agreed that the loser of the game will be punished, then they will definitely not renege on their promise.

I, Fujiwara Chika, will never cheat!

However, some flexibility is possible.

Fujiwara Chika had indeed played the chocolate bar game before—it's a very common game on Japanese variety shows, practically a household name, except for sheltered young ladies like Shinomiya Kaguya who wouldn't know about it.

However, in the past, all the players he played with were girls, and Fujiwara Chika belonged to the 'chaotic and disorderly' camp, so he was invincible and had never lost a game.

But if I play with Natsuki Amamiya...

Fujiwara Chika had no chance of winning.

If one were to describe oneself as chaotic and disordered, then Cricket Natsuki would certainly be a creature of the chaotic and evil camp!

Can't win.

It's more accurate to say that they'll likely lose.

But surrendering without even a contest isn't in Fujiwara Chika's nature.

To die in battle and to be defeated without a fight are two completely different concepts.

Therefore, Fujiwara Chika needs to practice in advance to see where her limits are, and if she finds things are not going well, she should admit defeat in time to avoid unexpected events.

"Are you really going to play?" Natsuki Amamiya looked at the secretary. "Class is about to start."

"There are still more than ten minutes left, that's enough." Fujiwara Chika patted the bench next to her and urged, "Hurry up and sit back down."

"Then let's practice in advance."

Amamiya Natsuki sat back down next to the girl.

"I borrowed a box of Pocky from a friend this morning, it's the best strawberry flavor." Chika Fujiwara held up the box in her hand. "It's the best, bar none."

“Speaking of which, Glico recently launched a cilantro-flavored Pocky,” Natsuki Amamiya objected, “Cilantro is the best.”

"Ew~" Fujiwara Chika crossed her arms, leaned back slightly, and showed a look of disgust that was hard to describe. "There must be very few people who like cilantro flavor, right?"

"On the contrary, far more people around the world like cilantro than dislike it."

"..."

Fujiwara Chika pulled out a pink strawberry-flavored Pocky stick, opened her pink lips, gently bit it with her pearly teeth, and looked up at Amamiya Natsuki.

"Shall I begin?"

Amamiya Natsuki inquired.

"Ah."

Fujiwara Chika gave a soft nasal sound, indicating her permission.

The rooftop quieted down, with only the gentle summer breeze blowing.

Without hesitation or fuss, Amamiya Natsuki leaned forward, bracing herself against the bench, and approached the Secretary.

The sweet aroma of milk and fruit blending together fills the air, it smells wonderful.

Eyes facing each other.

Natsuki Amamiya could clearly see her reflection in the Secretary's eyes.

Her eyes are so big.

Her nose was delicate and straight.

Her skin was radiant and supple, like a freshly peeled egg, with cheekbones that made you want to reach out and pinch them.

Especially the light in his eyes, which shone brightly, never dimming even after being frightened by evil spirits all night...

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Fujiwara Chika suddenly tilted her head back and quickly reached out to stop her.

"Regret it?"

"I didn't!"

Click click click.

The sound of a hamster eating sunflower seeds rang out. Fujiwara Chika quickly finished the chocolate bar in her mouth, took a sip of milk, and then let out a satisfied sigh.

"I haven't had Pocky in ages, I couldn't resist just now... I'll have some more!"

Amamiya Natsuki knew what was going on: "They won't desert this time, will they?"

"It wasn't there in the first place!"

Fujiwara Chika puffed out her pink cheeks, pulled out another chocolate bar, bit into it, and gestured with her eyes:

"Come again."

"..."

The exercise continues.

Fujiwara Chika was never a timid or shy girl. Her chaotic and disorderly personality even gave Hayasaka Ai a headache. Now that she had adjusted her mindset, she naturally wouldn't run away at the last minute again.

Amamiya Natsuki quickly bit the other end of the chocolate bar.

"stare--"

Fujiwara Chika stared at her with wide eyes, exuding an imposing aura.

Amamiya Natsuki said:

"Don't your eyes get tired from being so wide open?"

Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up: "It won't taste sour at all."

Amamiya Natsuki: "Shall we begin?"

"..."

Click click click.

Chika Fujiwara responded directly with her actions.

Natsuki Amamiya ate slowly and deliberately, starting from the other end.

Pocky sticks aren't long; when two people share one, only a small piece is left in the blink of an eye.

Fujiwara Chika, who had been so aggressive at the beginning, had now unconsciously slowed down.

Too, too close!

Their hot breaths mingled, and in a daze, they seemed to be able to clearly hear each other's heartbeats.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her gaze began to show panic.

(There's only a little bit of Pocky left. If I keep eating, I'm sure I'll run into it eventually, right?)

(Should we surrender?)

(Wait, we already kissed...)

Fujiwara Chika suddenly remembered what happened in the midnight shopping mall.

A gloomy shopping mall.

The mascot costume has bizarre rules.

A thirst that felt like I was about to die.

The joy of 'surviving' when you drink water.

And the temperature of a boy's lips...

Fujiwara Chika suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Ok?"

Looking at the pink-haired girl who had nervously closed her eyes, Amamiya Natsuki had a question mark on her head.

Why are you closing your eyes?

The game is still undecided. If you want to admit defeat, just say so and surrender!

Is this a "give up" tactic, preparing to subdue the enemy without a fight, waiting for them to take the initiative to admit defeat?

Do not make jokes!

Your tactics are meaningless against the scoundrel of a hero. Do you even know what chaotic evil is?

Natsuki Amamiya looked up and, sure enough, a notification appeared above the Secretary's head.

[The first time, the second time...]

[The first time, the second time...]

what is this?

Is it stuck?

After a moment's thought, Natsuki Amamiya quickly realized that it referred to the number of kisses in the midnight shopping mall.

As someone with a number obsession, Natsuki Amamiya really likes the number three.

The world is divided into three parts.