Nakajima Saki had been keeping an eye on Sen Getsusa.
Ever since this girl with the provocative figure got together with that fool, Nakajima Saki had already raised the flag of victory in her heart—despite having such good conditions, she was unexpectedly solitary and eccentric... so don't blame me.
After all, gaining everyone's approval, controlling the classroom's discourse, being a Miss Popularity sought after by all boys and girls—this was how Nakajima Saki had always lived.
Those who posed a threat to her either bowed their heads to her or were stepped into the mud by her in a few moves, becoming invisible people forever in the days when everyone hated them.
While she was mentally waving her flag, Nakajima Saki saw Sen Getsusa getting up and walking over out of the corner of her eye.
She subtly sat up straight and changed the topic, starting to chat with those around her about other anecdotes, never mentioning what had just happened.
It was as if the malice had never existed.
Sen Getsusa lightly brushed past two girls, stood in front of Nakajima Saki's desk, and looked at her with her hands behind her back.
The girl's eyes drooped slightly, her indifference tinged with curiosity.
She just stood there in front of Nakajima Saki, watching her without saying a word.
The sound of chatter around them gradually died down. The students in the class, to some extent, all secretly focused their gaze on the two girls.
Two girls dressed very similarly.
It must be said that Nakajima Saki had still miscalculated—a woman's natural instinct made her realize that she was currently in a very awkward position.
It was no longer a question of who was imitating whom, but a question of who was uglier and therefore more embarrassed after wearing the same outfit.
In the past, she had done this without failing because she targeted girls whose appearance and personality were both weaker than her own.
Clearly, Sen Getsusa was not one of them.
Her ink-like long hair was loose, and on her lazy face, that small tear-drop mole added a touch of cold elegance like a femme fatale.
"Nakajima-san, I must say, I haven't seen your blog or anything else."
Sen Getsusa, having just woken up from a nap, still had a slightly raspy voice. To Eriri, it added a certain sense of imagery—
For example, a girl waking up half-covered by a white quilt, her hair messy and her eyes hazy.
There was a smear of lipstick at the corner of her mouth, and after wiping it away with her finger, it looked as if her lips were lightly biting a blood-red rose.
The girl held her chin while looking at her side. In her infinitely romantic eyes, there were love and fire.
Then, she approached—
'Good morning, dear.' After greeting her with a raspy voice... she pounced toward her.
—The above were all the irresponsible fantasies of Eri Kashiwagi-sensei.
In reality, the confrontation in the classroom was still continuing.
And it was becoming increasingly embarrassing.
Sen Getsusa crossed her arms, and after finishing her explanation, she stared at the other party for a while before suddenly speaking: "Nakajima-san, do you know why cloned sheep don't live long?"
Eh?
Cloned sheep?
Sen Getsusa didn't wait long. She leaned down, supporting herself on the desk with both hands, her lips curling up: "Because it's a copycat, and it has no mother."
Pfft—
Aki Tomoya covered his mouth, took off his glasses, and buried his head in his arms while laughing.
Bursts of snickering broke out in the class.
"You!!" Nakajima Saki stood up abruptly, her finger almost reaching Sen Getsusa's face.
This reaction... was wrong.
"Nakajima-san's English name..." Sen Getsusa dodged the finger, "is it CtrlV?"
"Sen Getsusa!"
Nakajima Saki's voice was very loud. She really didn't understand how this girl, who seemed to have nothing but beauty and was eccentric and unsociable, dared to fall out with her in front of everyone.
Shouldn't girls usually have hidden swords in the shadows while being polite on the surface?
Nakajima Saki was not aware of this Miss Forest's characteristic of never playing by the rules.
Sen Getsusa tilted her head and spoke in confusion: "Hmm, because you're a copycat who can't even copy correctly..."
She pointed at the girl's earrings: "The gems on your earrings, were they plucked off a Barbie doll?"
"A poor choice, thirty or forty thousand yen?"
After saying that, the girl's slender fingers flicked the emerald on her left ear: "Seven million yen, an item from last quarter's auction, 'Morning Dew'."
Amidst everyone's dumbfounded expressions, Sen Getsusa continued her critique, her little mouth chattering away: "Look, your purple bracelet is even less worth mentioning. Also, Nakajima-san's face isn't small to begin with, and the corners of your eyes don't naturally slant downwards, so why insist on drawing your eyeliner downwards?"
"It makes your face look even bigger."
Sen Getsusa lifted the corner of her own eye: "If I were you, I'd use upturned eyeliner and a lighter base makeup to blur the facial lines..."
Clenching her hands into fists and then suddenly opening them, Sen Getsusa made a gesture like a blossoming flower: "Then the 'Big Pancake' face can turn into a 'Little Meatball'!"
Ta-da~!
ξ( ＞ )~
After her momentary eccentricity, the girl's eyes drooped again, and she looked at Nakajima Saki with a look of pity: "Alas, such a perfectly good human face..."
"Sen Getsusa!!"
Nakajima Saki screamed. She spread her hands, her sharp nails aimed at the girl's face, and pounced straight at her!
"Ya-hey, are you angry?"
As she spoke, Sen Getsusa shifted her steps and turned. With her hands behind her back, the girl easily and gracefully dodged Nakajima Saki's flailing arms as if performing an elegant solo dance.
Her toes retreated slightly, and her body was instantly pulled away from its original spot, leaving the other party to lunge at thin air.
The girl who had been clawing and flailing had nothing to hold onto. In a daze, she let momentum carry her body toward the floor!
Thud... splat.
Looking up, the side of her face that hit the ground was visibly reddened from the scrape.
There was also a thin layer of dust on it.
Nakajima Saki, helped up by her followers, was in a pathetic state. She pushed away the girls beside her and pointed at Sen Getsusa, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her sharp nails scratched the arms of those trying to stop her.
"I'm going to call the police! I'm going to tell my father! Sen Getsusa! Don't think you can stay in this school—"
Nakajima Saki was panting heavily. After screaming for a long time, she was a bit short of oxygen. She tried her best to calm herself down, ignoring the black marks on her face, and pointed at Sen Getsusa in a fury: "After school! Wait for me at the gate after school! You bastard!"
The girl with wavy hair shrugged: "After school? I have things to do today, maybe next time."
Sen Getsusa leisurely returned to her seat, ignoring the flailing Nakajima Saki behind her.
Having experienced the mysterious and eerie World of Yokai, and having stood on a sinking legendary ship chatting with a time-traveling mage—at this moment, Sen Getsusa didn't care at all about the incompetent rage and provocation of a human child.
For a Planeswalker lady who was occasionally neurotic, as long as her bottom line wasn't touched, all trivial matters could be faced with a playful attitude.
As for the conspiratorialism, vanity, and childish exclusion and sarcasm of young girls in their youth... compared to that wicked seven or eight-year-old Chaos Ritualist from a while ago...
Nakajima Saki was simply not worth mentioning.
However, Sen Getsusa's whim of a joke had given the new classmates quite a shock.
This girl... is cool!
"As expected of the Forest Sanhua, who is ranked alongside the Golden Jade Maiden."
"Hey, they almost started fighting just now."
"Shh... don't you think it's cool? Speaking of which, isn't she the one who entered the school in first place...?"
"The Three Great Beauties! The Three Great Beauties! This one is the best!"
"All three are here... I'm so moved! Hey, where's the other one?"
"What? You mean Kasumigaoka-senpai from the second year?"
"That's a very terrifying woman..."
Creak.
Hiratsuka Shizuka pushed the door open, carrying a stack of books.
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