Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

Yuki Suho spoke in a serious and low voice: "From now on, every morning at 8 o'clock, you must send me a message saying 'be moderate'."

!

Kimijima Ayano raised her head abruptly, looking around warily, and then asked in the lowest voice, "Yuki-sama, could it be... that?"

"Take back your dangerous thoughts."

Suo Fang Yuxi swept the floor and emphasized: "In any case, don't forget."

"——Xiaoli, come and move the books! We are so tired!"

The childish Kansai accent sounded at the classroom door, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the classroom.

——But all I saw was a pile of moving books.

boom!

As the one-meter-high pile of books fell to the ground, the Tamamo Cross with long gray ears standing upright was finally revealed.

"Eh? An elementary school student?"

"Wow, so cute and capable!"

"It's so small, I really want to raise one!"

Voices like these suddenly arose one after another, causing Tamamo Cross's face to turn red in an instant.

She quickly defended herself, "Hey! You and I are classmates! Classmates! We're the same age!"

After dumping the last of the trash into the trash can, Suho Yuki took out the trash bag, tied it in a knot, and asked, "Toyokawa-san, Oguri-san, would you like to move the books together?"

"Uh-huh."

"It's impossible."

Less than a minute after the four of them left, Chihaya Aine arrived at the door of Class B, Grade 1. She poked her head inside and asked, "Um...Excuse me, is Toyokawa Shoko here?"

"Vice President Fengchuan? She just went out to move books."

"Oh? Okay~"

Chihaya Aine responded with a smile, but secretly groaned in her heart - Is it so difficult to catch you, my vice-president!

But the next second, she cheered herself up and strode towards the gate of the Moral Education Building.

What Chihaya Aine didn't notice was that the short gray-haired girl whose fate would surely be entangled with hers in the future passed by her.

The girl's destination was Class A of Grade 1.

Chapter 5: Pochi-chan's Cuckolding Power

"Ah, the pink watermelon worm."

Just as Shirakawa Haru was about to pull up Pochi-chan who was lying on the ground, a low cry of surprise came from the door.

Seeing the person's footsteps approaching quickly, Shirakawa Haru couldn't help but look up and saw the face of the girl with surprise and great concentration.

Then she carefully poked Pochi-chan's waist with her finger.

"Alas--!"

Pochi-chan, who was about to leave the ground, suddenly let out a strange cry and then quickly curled up into a ball.

Shirakawa Haru stared blankly.

Pochi-chan, are you really a watermelon worm?

"Wow……"

Gao Songdeng was fascinated by the show.

So, the idea came to me that I wanted to poke Pochi-chan a couple more times to see how she would react.

"Sorry……"

——But Takamatsu Deng knew that this idea was wrong.

Because the pink creature lying on the ground in front of him was not a watermelon worm, but most likely his classmate.

She extended her hand towards Pochi-chan and timidly greeted her, "I'm Takamatsu Deng... I'm sorry for what happened just now."

Huh? Oh.

This classmate who suddenly came over and poked me with his finger seemed to also be a socially anxious person.

Pochi-chan thought of a million ways to answer in her mind in an instant, but in the end she just carefully grasped Deng's palm and replied: "My name is Goto Ichiri, hello, Takamatsu-san..."

——I feel like I am a little redundant.

Looking at the two socially anxious people exchanging names, Shirakawa Haru didn't say much and sat back in his chair.

However, it seems that this girl named Takamatsu Deng is much less socially anxious than Pochi-chan.

At most, it can only be considered as slightly autistic.

Because people with real social anxiety won't take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

They only plan a hundred ways on how to strike up a conversation in their minds, and then have a hundred fantasies about what will happen if the conversation is successful.

For example, Pochi sauce.

If I hadn't taken the initiative to bring up the topic with her just now, Pochi-chan would probably have been sitting alone fiddling with her things for the entire morning.

Passive response, active conversation, and active questioning are three levels.

Even if a person with social phobia tries his best and musters a lifetime of courage to close his eyes and charge forward in the darkness, he can probably only reach the second level.

Asking Pochi-chan to ask a stranger "What band do you like" is like asking her to jump out of the window and become a trapeze artist the next second.

But it seemed easy for Takamatsu Deng to strike up a conversation.

Forget it, since they can chat, Shirakawa Haru can naturally relax... Isn't it better to take time to read and study than racking your brains to chat with social phobia?

"Excuse me...is there anyone sitting here?"

It was Takamatsu Touma's voice.

She had calmed Pochi-chan down without him noticing, and then she walked up to Shirakawa Haru, pointed at the "protagonist seat" and asked him.

——It seems that there really is a saying in this world that “there is always something that can conquer something else”.

Taking his eyes away from the suddenly well-behaved Pochi-chan, Shirakawa Haru casually replied, "No one's here, please take a seat."

"Ah...thank you."

"You're welcome."

From beginning to end, Shirakawa Haru never looked directly at Takamatsu Deng - the charm of the words had already attracted him tightly, and trivial matters could not interrupt him from his state of mind.

So, of course.

Shirakawa Haru didn't see Takamatsu Deng's hesitant expression, nor did she see her standing there for a while after asking the question.

Naturally, he didn't notice Takamatsu Deng's obvious disappointment. He then walked to his seat, put down his bag, and began to take out a stone from his pocket and began to wipe it silently.

Therefore, students who have just entered Class A of Grade 1 will be able to see such a wonderful sight.

In the corner, Shirakawa Haru was holding a large book in the original English version, and the strong smell of a pretentious person came over him.

On his right was Pochi-chan, whose seat was piled high with various rock-related fashion items. She was lying on the table, grinning foolishly from time to time, giving people an inexplicable sense of the horror of reaching the end of life.

Right in front of us, Gao Songdeng was using a handkerchief to carefully wipe the small stones that were scattered everywhere on the roadside, like a crazy scholar obsessed with research.

"What kind of weird corner is that? It looks so scary..."

"But the president is still very handsome."

"Ah, the president is surrounded by those two scary girls. I'm a little worried about him."

But without exception, none of the three would care or hear the whispers within these small groups.

Pochi-chan would have cared about it.

But now, she was immersed in the joy of exchanging several sentences with like-minded people, and was curious about the meaning of the transparent characters that suddenly appeared in front of her.

——[The power of taking: Whatever you want, you can take it from others].

……

At the entrance of Class B, Grade 1.

After running back and forth three times, Chihaya Aine finally stopped Toyokawa Shoko here.

She was gasping for breath, exhausted, supporting her knees with her hands. Seeing that Xiangzi was about to leave again, she hurriedly grabbed his shoulders.

Toyokawa Shoko opened her eyes wide in surprise and turned around to ask, "Classmate, do you need any help?"

"This one……"

Chihaya Aine wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave Xiangzi a forced smile, revealing her sharp fangs: "Vice President, please accept this."

Staring at the business card handed to her by the pink-haired stranger, Shoko Toyokawa first began to recall where she had seen this very familiar business card.

The next second, Chihaya Aine saw Xiangzi's whole body tremble as if struck by lightning, and then he took the business card.

"Come with me."

Toyokawa Shoko's expression turned cold without her noticing. She waved at Aine, then bowed slightly to Yuki and the others beside her: "I have something important to attend to. I'll excuse myself for now."

After saying that, she walked straight to the other side of the corridor. Chihaya Aine didn't care about anything else and had to follow her quickly.

——This business card looks familiar.

The president had once demonstrated it to her, and she remembered him saying, "By the way, if someone gives you this, remember to have them join the student union directly."

"——Recruiting good talent requires seizing the opportunity, Saki. You have a heavy burden on your shoulders, don't you?"

She said, "President, the Student Union is not yours to rule alone, nor is it your place to abuse your power for personal gain."

"——So, Toyokawa Shoko, I'm talking to you."

pat pat pat.

One is fast, the other is slow.

But they all stopped in front of the Student Union.

Because the school had just started, there were naturally not many students coming to the student union and clubs, and the sound of footsteps echoed loudly.

Toyokawa Shoko took out the key and opened the door to the student council room. She turned back and said to Aine calmly, "Come in. Just go through the formalities."

"Ah...ok!"

Chihaya Aine didn't have time to analyze why Xiangzi's mood had changed so much. To her now, Xiangzi was more like an NPC guide that she had finally found.

——Is such a person a “talent” who can share the pressure on me?

Shoko Toyokawa, who was walking in front, couldn't help but frown.

The membership application form was very simple to fill out. For Aine, who had Shirakawa Haru's business card, it was just a formality at best.

"Please give me your guidance in the future, Vice President Fengchuan!"

Xiangzi nodded without comment.

——The chairman is right, the vice-chairman is a strict young lady.

After separating from Xiangzi, Chihaya Aine came to Class A of the first year of high school with such a faint resentment.

Then, his eyes were immediately drawn to the strange corner facing the back door.

Chapter 6 Jerusalem = Chihaya Aine Hypothesis

Wait a minute...

Chihaya Aine looked closely and found the figure that could not be ignored in the darkest corner.

Hmm... my face is blocked by the book.

So Chihaya Aine tiptoed to the other side of the classroom and stuck her head out of the open window like the elusive principal.

--It's him!

——It’s indeed him!