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"... what is this?

When I logged into TB and headed to the bickering room, there was a futon laying there.

Hi, it seems to have contents in it, and when I press it with my hand, it moves around.

Be polite, recently added 'Private Mode'...... I don't know who this is because I use a state where my friends don't see their location or names either.

I'm pretty sure I know the Guild Home because only people with permission from their owners can get in there.

- And I've lined up your trusts, but there's only one person who's going to act like this.

"Siesta, what are you doing?

Pulling the futon with weak force, a familiar face appears from the top without resistance.

And his closing eyes slowly opened. provided that the eyes are half-opened.

"... why do you speak up, seniors? That's where you try to stick to my cheek pretending to sleep, try to pinch my nose, try to accompany me, play a lot of pranks, right?

Siesta stretched slowly as she woke up her half body.

I don't know how she got the futon to this room... because TB has an inventory in the game.

Come to think of it, isn't it a big hassle?

"I won't do it, I can't believe it's a prank. Besides, such an unnatural situation... it's definitely a trap. I said from myself that I pretended to sleep. I'm an act of harassment, and I'm not going to be penalized."

"Huh? I don't hate senior opponents, and that doesn't happen, does it? Uh-huh."

"Still having trouble reacting..."

It's my usual behavior to dare show the gaps and try to make fun of me.

Seems like I haven't told anyone else, and I don't care for what you tell me I don't care.

Still, the fact that I've been waiting all this way... is that I have something to say, probably.

"What's going on? Did something happen at school?

"Sarasu, seniors, it's a good guess. It's a school-related hit. Actually..."

"Yeah."

If you have any problems, as an elderly person, you have to ask.

Even if it wasn't me who came first - especially around Mr. Serene, I'd be actively listening to you.

Siesta slaps and shows you to sit in the futon, so you face each other in the right seat.

Then Siesta opened her mouth heavily when she looked unusual and serious.

"Actually... Sadly, there's a physical education festival at school in September..."

"Yeah...... yeah?

"Sports Festival"

What is the problem with that?

Siesta, who saw my face, expressed her dissatisfaction.

"- How can you not know!? It's a sports festival!? An event so tiring...... just a feast of death for me! Hell itself!"

"That's a bit daunting... Siesta, you did a good excursion for the first semester, didn't you? By comparison, sports festivals can be an easy event depending on the event."

I think this kid can stand around and compete easier for himself.

But Siesta suddenly leaned down and began to tremble when she heard my words.

What, what's up?

"... the relay"

"Yes?"

"There's a relay competition for everyone! Nothing but pain for me!

"... I see, that's the thing"

When that happens, do I have to end up running or something, including practice?

Besides, I'm sorry it's late... depending on the combination, everyone in the class other than myself could be in the athletics department.

Siesta's blur didn't stop and I was supposed to keep listening to it for a while.

"The food is delicious in the fall, but you'll have more opportunities to have to move your body... terrible school, they say there are three places lined up in two semesters: athletics, ballgames and marathons, right? I understand you need it as an education, but for people who don't like it... haha..."

"Oh, my God..."

By the way, the other two Hina birds, Liquorice and Cynelia, have better motor nerves for what they do.

In terms of familiarity, it doesn't extend to faculties like Yumil, Mr. String Moon, Tobi and Mr. Alberto, but it's a sufficient category as a secondary school girl.

Siesta, by contrast, has a generally low health of what her body is not weak. Shortness of breath very fast.

"Weren't seniors otherwise bad at exercising? Base health is above average, right?

"You have strength. I have a dull reflex nerve, and I don't like balls."

"Still totally better than me, right? Fine."

Speaking of which, even our school has a sports festival in the fall.

It's the one stuck with the ball games, so it sure seemed like a lot of events.

The unblessed one is a particularly lively event... even though he doesn't belong to the athletic department.

Siesta lay still on the spot exhaling her usual unmotivated air as she exhaled a glimmer of dissatisfaction.

"That's why I'm depressed. Thank you, seniors, for listening to my stupidity. So..."

"Ooh. So you're going to sleep again? - Will you keep me out of the futon with a natural move like that?

"Eh. Stay with the seniors for a good night's sleep."

"I've never heard of sleeping with anyone... let's clean this futon up before everyone gets here"

"Bu-boo."

I roll my lip pointy Siesta and kick her out, and she folds the futon.

"Ah, my futon!? Anyway, I wanted you to carry the princess with you every futon."

"What a grumpy desire... Look, get the item pouch out"

"Heh."

I screwed a set of futons into Siesta's inventory, and later the usual talking room was left behind.

To keep the futon back in Siesta's private room, the two of us are headed to Hina Bird's Guild Home.

"But it's a sports festival. I want to do something for you..."

"Is that true?

Siesta reacts to a small leaked voice on the road and turns this way.

I was going to squeal like I didn't hear you.

"You're earthy. I don't have any specific ideas yet, but I'd like to help."

"Is that a story on the real side?

"Well, you will. We know where each other is in the corner."

"Ooh. Peony from the shelves, mercy from stupidity...... thank you, seniors. Well, I'm looking forward to it."

The footsteps of Siesta, who was walking in a daze, became slightly lighter.

The school begins its second semester in both middle and high schools, and today it also refrains from presenting TB's next event.

Activities in the game, which had been stagnant since the Reid event, were moving towards a gradual resumption.