I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

He silently chanted the mantra in his mind as if it were brainwashing, and whether he succeeded in comforting himself or not, Qinglai finally relaxed a little.

The next moment, however, the sudden bright light made Kiyotaka dizzy. The excessive white light blurred Kiyotaka's vision for a moment, and soon, Kiyotaka heard the sound of metal clashing.

This is a fight scene. To make the performance more realistic, the class spent a lot of money to make several weapons, including swords and guns. However, considering safety issues, these weapons are all lightweight versions, meaning they are not heavy to hold and will not hurt much if they hit you.

The crisp sound of metal colliding with metal is like the mark that a tight and suspenseful plot leaves on the hearts of all viewers.

Kiyoshi recalled that this part was rehearsed for a long time, and he even specially invited members of the drama club to give guidance to the main actors. Watching from the stage was a completely different experience from watching from the audience.

As if infected by the tense atmosphere, Qinglai unconsciously tightened his grip on the small prop in his hand, and his originally tense mood shifted to appreciating his classmate's performance.

only……

Kiyoyori caught a glimpse of the audience seats and immediately saw Touko, who was holding a video camera to her chest and staring at the screen with a big smile on her face. The smile on Touko's face, which she couldn't hide, made Kiyoyori blush. She saw Touko waving at her, so Kiyoyori had to look away. But then she saw Eriri laughing so hard that she almost fell off her seat and Kasumigaoka, who was obviously chuckling.

Kiyoshi's mood immediately turned very unpleasant.

Helpless, Kiyoyori could only shift his gaze to a corner of the audience, pretending that he didn't care about the merciless ridicule he received from Touko and the others.

Kiyoyori accidentally met Yukinoshita's eyes, who happened to be in the corner. Kiyoyori immediately caught the barely perceptible smile on Yukinoshita's lips, followed by the slight trembling of her shoulders. Yukinoshita covered her mouth with the cultural festival schedule in her hand, but her curved eyebrows betrayed her expression.

Kiyoshi felt her blood rush to her head, and her face turned bright red, but she couldn't cool herself down.

Although playing a tree doesn't require much acting skill, maintaining a standing posture for a long time is not an easy task, especially when there are such piercing gazes from the audience.

At this moment, Qinglai could only pray that this scene would pass quickly so that she, the "tree G," could get off work as soon as possible.

Perhaps there really are gods in this world. It seems that he heard Kiyoyori's prayers and thus bestowed his blessings.

Kiyoshi felt the figure in front of her suddenly sway. Then, her perspective changed from looking down from the stage to looking up from below. The sensation on her body was no longer that unbearable bodysuit, but a softer one. She seemed to be holding something in her hand, and she could hear someone whispering in her ear.

"Vice President Yukinoshita—"

"puff!"

Kiyoshi couldn't help but cover his face with the documents in his hand and laugh out loud in a very unkind way.

"Vice President?"

The committee members around him clearly didn't quite understand Kiyoshi's smile.

"Cough...it's nothing..."

Kiyoshi barely managed to suppress the urge to grin from his lips, thankfully the lights in the audience were dim and wouldn't be easily noticed.

A very strong gaze shot out from a corner of the stage and pierced Kiyoyori precisely.

That was undoubtedly Yukinoshita, who replaced Kiyoyori in playing "Tree G" on stage.

Looking at Kiyoshi from her angle, she could see her own ashen face, so dark it seemed like it could drip water, especially when the other person saw her gloating smile.

The murderous gaze conveyed only one message—

Tachibana Kiyora! !

Kiyoshi turned his head away, refusing to look at the cold and ashamed expression on the face beneath the snow.

Regardless, although it is still Tachibana Kiyori's body that is making a fool of itself on stage, the person inside is not Tachibana Kiyori, so it is not Tachibana Kiyori who is losing face.

P.S.: I was taking a shower the other day and I found that my flat stomach was back. Then I stepped on the scale and I realized that I have lost a lot of weight recently. My current weight is almost the same as the summer after I finished my college entrance exam. Back then, I was criticized by doctors for being too tall and could barely fit into the ICU bed.

Chapter 41, Section 264: What kind of relaxation is going to a haunted house?!

Even after the entire stage play performance by Class J of the first year ended, this body exchange was still not over.

Seemingly still angry about Kiyori's earlier gloating, Yukinoshita didn't come to find Kiyori after the stage play ended. Instead, she used Kiyori's body to visit other classes in the school building. She simply sent a text message on her phone, briefly handing over the next tasks, and then left everything to Kiyori.

This seems like a kind of trust that brings joy, but Qinglai is also really overwhelmed by the seemingly simple work and is running around in circles behind the scenes.

It wasn't until the lunch break, after all the morning's procedures were finished, that Qinglai finally had a moment to detach himself from the committee's work.

During that time, she never saw Sagami again.

……………………………………………………………

Kiyoshiro figured that even on a day like the cultural festival, when there was no shortage of snacks, Yukinoshita would definitely bring her own homemade bento to the Service Club to enjoy a leisurely lunch break, so she headed towards Class 2-J.

The body swap lasted quite a while, but the other party still didn't seem to have any intention of coming to find him. Kiyoyori was a little unsure of Yukinoshita's thoughts and was also worried that the other party might give himself away after encountering Eriri and the others.

When I took out my phone, the screen wasn't showing Mr. Pan as I'd imagined, but rather a picture that came with the phone—simple and elegant.

Would even Yukino Yukinoshita be ashamed to put her hobby on the standby screen?

Kiyoshi wouldn't be so boring as to dwell on the answer to this question, but perhaps liking Mr. Pan's somewhat childish hobby was a private matter known only to those who were a little closer to her.

This idea is just as pleasant as the feeling of being trusted before.

As Qinglai walked lightly past a classroom with a gloomy exterior, the large words "Haunted House" made his heart skip a beat.

Perhaps because it was lunch break, there wasn't a long queue at the cashier, but the so-called cashier was just a desk.

The Sadako portrait on the exterior was exceptionally lifelike. It was as if they had gotten real hair from a barbershop. The strands of hair hanging down from the head, and the red eyes peeking out from behind the hair, made Kiyoshi involuntarily take a step back. The chilling coldness made Kiyoshi stop involuntarily.

From time to time, eerie background noises and screams that couldn't be drowned out could be heard coming from inside the haunted house.

It gives you goosebumps.

Thinking that it was best to leave as soon as possible, Kiyoyori was about to escape this terrifying area when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder from behind.

"babble!"

Kiyoshi let out a short, startled cry.

"Under the snow?"

Standing behind Kiyoyori was Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was holding a sandwich in one hand.

"Hiratsuka-sensei?"

Kiyoshi covered his chest with his hand, let out a slight sigh, and felt a palpitation from his wildly beating heart.

"Are you alright?" Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed carefree, but she was actually a thoughtful person. "You've been busy all morning, so take a good rest at noon. You can also delegate the afternoon's activities to someone else."

As the teacher in charge of the cultural festival, Hiratsuka Shizuka naturally noticed Sagami, who seemed to have vanished into thin air after speaking. However, she did not take the initiative to remind Yukino. She knew that Yukino must have noticed as well, but she did not take any action. She was waiting, not for Sagami, but for Yukino Yukinoshita.

Therefore, she gave this suggestion.

However, Kiyoshi was clearly startled by the haunted house and hadn't quite recovered yet.

"Yukinoshita? Is she really alright?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka did not overlook Kiyori's absent-mindedness.

"I'm fine, Hiratsuka-sensei," Kiyoyori said. Fortunately, he wasn't facing the direction of the haunted house, and the green scenery outside the corridor greatly eased his fear. "I need to go back to the classroom. Good afternoon, Hiratsuka-sensei."

Kiyoshi prepared to turn around and leave, trying to get out of the area as quickly as possible.

"Hmm?" Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed Kiyori's wrist. "Yukinoshita, where are you going?"

"Huh?"

"Isn't this your classroom?"

Following the direction pointed out by Hiratsuka Shizuka, Kiyoyori finally spotted the devilish-looking class nameplate amidst a horrifying mix of colors—

Class 2-J

Kiyoyori's breath hitched, her body stiffening as if struck by lightning. Unconcealed astonishment and fear were frozen on Kiyoyori's face, but even so, she did not forget that she was playing the role of Yukinoshita, so she quickly composed herself.

"Uh..." Kiyotaka hastily gathered his thoughts, trying to escape from this place, "I suddenly remembered..."

"Yukinoshita-san!"

A head, still covered in demonic makeup, peeked out from the back door. It was smiling in Kiyoyori's direction, but the suffocating makeup somehow turned it into a heart-stopping smile.

Qinglai took a small half-step back.

Even if the other person is calling out Yukinoshita's name.

She bumped into Hiratsuka Shizuka without noticing, and as expected, a teacher who cared about her students helped her up by the shoulder. As expected, she was then called back by Yukinoshita's classmate.

Unable to recall the other person's name, Kiyoshi had no choice but to resort to a standard social fake smile.

"Yukinoshita-san has been busy with committee work, she probably hasn't come to visit our class yet!"

This classmate seemed unusually enthusiastic, and this unusual enthusiasm made Qinglai immediately sense something dangerous.

Clearly, the other party did not have malicious intent, but Kiyoshi wholeheartedly refused the requests that the other party would predictably make next.

Please, please don't—

Kiyoshi wanted to run away immediately, but the hand on his shoulder felt incredibly heavy.

"Yukinoshita-san, would you like to go in and take a look?"

The expectant glint in that classmate's eyes was enough to soften one's heart, but after seeing her terrifying makeup and the eerie background music that could be faintly heard in the classroom...

The idea of ​​being soft-hearted simply doesn't exist.

"Uh, I just remembered I left something in the auditorium, I'll go there first—"

"Yukinoshita, let's talk about work this afternoon," Hiratsuka Shizuka patted Kiyori on the back and gently pushed her toward the entrance of the haunted house. "Since it's break time now, let's relax."

What kind of relaxation is going to a haunted house?!

Kiyoshi pursed his lips tightly, his face pale, barely managing to hold back from uttering his complaints.

"Yes, yes, Yukinoshita-san, please come in and take a look!"

Kiyoshi almost screamed when the "ghost" grabbed his arm.

What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.

Qinglai is now very regretful, extremely regretful.

She would rather go on stage for another half hour to play "Tree G".

Then, due to unforeseen circumstances, she was pushed into a pitch-black room.

P.S.: I've been having a lot of writer's block lately, which is giving me a headache. Also, I have to go for a check-up and go back to work soon, so the next update might be a bit slow. I'm very sorry.