Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

That's why Asada resorted to this desperate measure, listening to Yoshida Na's enticements, and embarking on a terrifying adventure.

After escaping from PE class under the pretext of feeling unwell, I began to observe them without even having time to change out of my gymnastics uniform.

"Nai, are you really sure you've observed this thoroughly?" Asada looked anxiously at the door. "If they've already uploaded the results, then all our efforts will have been in vain."

“First of all, this is a skills assessment that the entire school participates in. Secondly,” Yoshida Nai pointed to the student council members walking out of the door in groups, “aside from President Nagano, the work efficiency of the others…”

She didn't continue speaking; the shaking of her head said it all.

"But... President Nagano might not necessarily go out."

As Nagano Sae's temporary rental girlfriend, Asada believed she knew part of her school routine.

During her usual lunch break, she would typically eat lunch in the office, or most of the time she would skip lunch and then go on to work at high intensity.

Her dedication was terrifying, so when Nagano Sae fed Asada small cakes, Asada would voluntarily share some with her.

In cat language, it means not letting your human lose energy, and this can also be applied to Ito.

"I've taken care of all of this." Yoshida Nai patted her chest, making a reassuring "thump-thump" sound.

"You only need to think about whose paper to copy."

Is everything really alright? Asada looked up, wanting to see Yoshida Nai, but she pressed her head down with her hand.

She couldn't figure out how the other party had managed to lure President Nagano away, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, it should have nothing to do with her.

Seeing that Asada continued to press for answers, Yoshida Nao felt a little relieved.

She would never reveal that she had invited Chairman Nagano to lunch in Ito's name, which was how she tricked him into coming out.

No, that's not how it works. She simply told Nagano that Ito would eat lunch in the fire escape, and thoughtfully included a lonely photo of him eating a cream bread all by himself.

As for whether this will be effective, Yoshida Nai is 70% confident, because she saw the bento box that Nagano Sae prepared this morning.

That kid Ito really got off easy.

After the bell rang signaling the end of the course, people began to emerge from the office.

After waiting for about ten minutes, just as Yoshida was starting to doubt whether she had failed, Nagano Sae finally came out carrying a bento box.

"Now, Asada." Yoshida nudged Asada, who was half-squatting down and whose head was starting to feel a little dazed.

"Okay!" Wiping the drool that had dripped from the corner of her mouth, Asada withdrew her gaze from the bento box.

Following Yoshida Nai, they slipped into the student council office one after the other.

"What a careless move!" Yoshida Nai couldn't help but smile brightly. She hadn't expected the lunch invitation to have such a big impact on Nagano Sae, to the point that she even forgot to lock her office door.

Now is the time for a major survey of exam papers.

Yoshida Nai gently closed the student council office door behind her, blocking out the light from the corridor.

"Quick! The target is clear: the midterm exam!" Yoshida Nai lowered her voice, scanning the several desks placed side by side.

Her movements were like those of a well-trained weasel, swift and silent.

Sakura Asada's heart pounded wildly under her gymnastics uniform, and her palms were sweaty.

"Are we really going to do this, Nai? What if we get found out..."

"No 'what if'! Think about your ranking, think about Ito's smug face!" Yoshida encouraged Asada while quickly flipping through the desktop files and spreadsheets. "Finding the test paper storage location is half the battle won. Concentrate, Corporal Asada."

She walked toward Nagano Sae's desk.

Aside from the computer, pen holder, and a few documents to be processed, there was almost nothing else on the desktop.

Her gaze swept across the table, but she didn't find the exam paper; it must have been put away.

After hesitating for a moment, she opened the top drawer—inside were neatly categorized stationery and stamps.

The second drawer contains planning proposals and budget sheets for some school activities.

Just as she was about to give up and was about to open the third drawer, a suppressed gasp came from Yoshida Nai's side.

“Found it.” Yoshida Nai stood in front of another desk piled with clutter, struggling to pull out a thick kraft paper file folder from under a stack of folders. The words “Midterm Ability Assessment Original Answer Sheet” were clearly printed on it.

"See? I told you they were inefficient; they hadn't even had time to file it yet."

Asada immediately leaned closer and looked at the case bag.

"What do we do now? Do we just search here?"

“Of course not, it’s too conspicuous and easy to be discovered.” Yoshida Nai unsealed the file folder.

"We just need to find the ones in our class, so let's be quick."

The two quickly emptied the test papers from the bag and separated them by class.

He rummaged through the pile of test papers with his class name printed on them.

Yoshida Naoki kept a watchful eye on the movements at the door.

"Found it, Class 3-C."

She quickly pulled out her and Yoshida Nai's math papers, hesitated for a moment, and then her finger lingered on Ito's paper with its clear and neat handwriting.

Yoshida Nai's words, "Beyond Itoh," echoed in my ears.

"What are you hesitating for?" Yoshida urged, grabbing Ito's test paper and shoving it into Asada's hand. "Quick, copy down his answers, especially the later, more difficult questions. Don't just stand there like an idiot."

Asada looked at Ito's almost entirely correct answers on the exam paper, gritted her teeth, took out the pen and sticky notes she had prepared beforehand, and began to quickly transcribe the key steps and answers.

Her hands trembled slightly from nervousness, and her handwriting was a little messy.

Time passed second by second, each second feeling incredibly long.

Asada felt the sweat soaking through her gymnastics uniform on her back.

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the fire escape.

Ito waited for Chinatsu Mori to bring him his lunchbox.

He was looking down at his phone, figuring out how to deal with Asada that afternoon.

She actually complained about me to my elders and then avoided me afterwards.

Suddenly, the fire door to the stairwell was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

"Chairman Nagano...?!"

Sae Nagano stood expressionless on the two steps, looking down at him, holding a rather exquisite-looking bento box in her hand.

She glanced at Ito's empty hands and slightly embarrassed expression, and frowned slightly.

“Ito,” her voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority, “what are you doing here during your lunch break? Why aren’t you eating on time?”

"I...I'm waiting..." Ito hadn't finished speaking.

“Students’ dietary health is a basic guarantee.” Nagano Sae interrupted him, her tone carrying a formulaic concern, more like she was performing an official duty.

"Perfect timing, I have extra bento boxes here. To avoid your afternoon study efficiency being affected by irregular eating habits, you can eat here."

Without saying a word, she walked down the steps, sat down next to Ito, one person's distance away, and opened her bento box.

Inside were neatly arranged, nutritionally balanced meals.

She took out a portion of rice and side dishes that was clearly prepared separately, packaged in a small box, and pushed it in front of Ito.

"Eat." The command was concise and clear.

Ito was completely stunned, looking at the fragrant bento box in front of him, and then at Nagano Sae's face.

What's going on? The president himself is bringing this warmth?

He felt a chill run down his spine, which was even worse than being scolded.

Refuse? Accept?

He stiffly picked up his chopsticks and began to eat under Sae Nagano's silent gaze.

The air seemed to freeze, with only the occasional soft sound of chopsticks touching the edge of the lunchbox.

Just then, the door to the fire escape was suddenly pushed open again.

Chinatsu Mori came running in, panting, carrying a cute lunch bag and wearing a sweet smile.

"Senior, have you been waiting long? I came all this way specifically to..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

His smile froze on his face, his gaze fixed on the bento box in Ito's hand that clearly didn't belong to him, and on the expressionless, powerful student council president beside him.

Mori's eyes instantly turned cold, but a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

"Looks like I'm late. Senior is really popular."

Her gaze swept back and forth between Ito and Nagano, filled with scrutiny and intense jealousy.

Looks like my senior doesn't need this simple bento box? After all, the student council president's 'thought' is much more sophisticated than what an ordinary girlfriend like me would prepare, right?

The moment Nagano Sae appeared in Mori, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

She'd been tricked.

The information about "Ito eating lunch alone in the fire escape" is a complete trap.

The purpose was to lure her away from the student council office.

Sae Nagano's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and a barely perceptible hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in her dark eyes.

"Looks like I've been meddling." She didn't even look at Ito, but glanced at Morikami Chinatsu. "Morikami-san, please make yourself at home."

After saying that, she didn't even bother to pack her lunchbox. Instead, she picked up the empty insulated bag, took a step, and fled out of the fire escape at an almost escape speed, without looking back.

"Senior, where are you going?" Mori's sweet smile vanished, replaced by a cold question. "Have you not finished enjoying the president's 'blessing' yet? Or are you in a hurry to chase after her to explain?"

"Let me explain," Ito said, eating Nagano's bento box. "I don't know why she came. She just suddenly appeared..."

"So, is lunchbox delicious?"

"Hmm, not bad," Ito commented fairly.

"..." Mori quickly got up and left in the direction of Nagano Sae.

"?" Ito looked at the lunch bag in his arms, then at Nagano's almost untouched meal on the table, and then at the empty stairwell. He felt like he had a splitting headache.