As the afterglow of dusk shone on the sports field, the school's streetlights cast a faint glow.
In a certain room in the student dormitory building, two girls lay on the bed, drenched in sweat.
Horikita's gaze was somewhat vacant.
She was simply covered by a blanket, meant to conceal her body.
Feeling parched, Horikita intended to get up and pour herself a glass of water.
But unexpectedly, as soon as her body moved, she winced in pain.
This time, it seemed a bit too much.
"If you want water, shall I get it for Suzune? But you have to give me a kiss."
Amane's relaxed voice came from the side.
Immediately following was Amane's all-too-familiar face entering Horikita's sight.
Strong self-esteem and shame made Horikita not want to admit that she couldn't even get out of bed.
But the demands of reality could only make her choose to compromise.
Horikita reluctantly raised her head and lightly pecked Amane's face, then buried her head back into the pillow.
She seemed to feel that she was too embarrassing in this state.
However, Amane happily ran off the bed and poured a glass of water for Horikita, bringing it to Horikita's face.
Before Horikita could speak, Amane picked her up with one hand and held the cup to Horikita's lips.
Horikita drank a few sips, blushing.
The tearing pain in her throat only slightly eased.
"Thank you."
Horikita's voice was a bit hoarse.
Of course, this wasn't because Horikita was sick or anything.
Rather, her voice had become hoarse from being too loud just now.
Fortunately, Horikita's room was right next to the elevator.
Normally, when the elevator operated, there would be a certain sound that helped to mask things.
Next to it was Amane's empty room.
Otherwise, Amane was really afraid of being reported for some strange things.
"Why are we saying thank you between us?"
Amane's hands started to become restless.
"No."
"Suzune..."
"Really, no."
"Just once?"
"I can't anymore."
Horikita explained, a little flustered.
Amane's expression showed some disappointment.
"Alright, then that's enough for today. Want to shower together?"
Horikita tried to move her body, but in the end, she shook her head.
"You go first, I need to recover."
"Then I'll go first, okay?"
Amane gave Horikita an ambiguous look, then just took her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Horikita's calm expression immediately twisted slightly.
Is this Amane a cow?
She used to be soft like a pillow, especially easy to bully.
But this time, she was careless, and Amane completely turned the tables, and she lost so badly.
Originally, Horikita's worst psychological expectation was to lose in the second half.
But she didn't expect to be routed within ten minutes of the start.
Amane's stamina seemed endless.
To maintain her dignity in front of Amane, Horikita even fought Amane for three rounds.
The result was that she was practically crippled.
Now, even turning over made her wonder if she only had half a body left.
"This time must be an accident. It seems I need to strengthen my training in the future. How can I let Amane get the better of me?"
What Horikita found most unacceptable was the reversal of offense and defense, the change of positions. It was her first time being bullied by Amane like this.
Although it was very comfortable, the price was too heavy.
Horikita attributed this unfavorable battle to her recent lack of exercise.
So, after setting a brand new training plan, she finally accepted this unfavorable reality with satisfaction.
By the time Horikita finished cleaning, it was around eight in the evening.
With her hair still wet, Horikita sat at the table, blow-drying her hair.
From the kitchen came Amane's joyful humming.
All that was missing was a line about turning over a new leaf... Horikita felt a little jealous, but with her poor performance, she couldn't really say anything.
After all, before, it was always she who teased Amane.
It was just that this time, the roles were reversed.
Not long after, Amane brought out several dishes that looked relatively simple.
"Chicken soup's here!"
When Amane, wearing gloves, brought over a small pot of steaming hot chicken soup, Horikita was dumbfounded.
"Where did you get a pot like this?"
Horikita looked at the black, jar-like container, finding it quite novel.
"I bought this when school started, specifically for making soup, but making soup takes too much time, so I usually don't use it," Amane said with a smile, then ran to the kitchen to bring out the freshly stir-fried dishes.
Horikita ladled a small bowl of wolfberry black chicken soup, carefully scooped a small spoonful with her spoon, and slowly savored it in her mouth.
The taste was very good; although it felt a bit undercooked, the texture was indeed pleasant to drink.
If the first dish was just an appetizer, then the subsequent dishes increasingly puzzled Horikita.
Next, Amane brought out chives and eggs, as well as steamed oysters that were frozen and didn't require a pressure cooker, only simple heating to be edible.
Horikita even wondered for a moment if today was some special occasion.
However, after thinking for a long time, today wasn't any memorable day.
To eat so luxuriously when points were so scarce was really a bit... Oh, Amane's points were six digits?
Never mind then.
But there was still something quite strange.
Amane didn't seem to have any intention of eating with her.
This time, as soon as the dishes were ready, she urged Horikita to eat quickly.
She herself ran to the kitchen to get busy.
Eating alone in advance seemed a bit out of order.
But under Amane's strong insistence, Horikita could only take small bites and start eating.
Soon after, a plate of beef was brought out.
Looking at the beef that seemed to have no seasoning, Horikita felt a bit strange.
"Does the beef not need any seasoning? Do you need my help?"
Thinking Amane was too busy, Horikita stood up to help.
But Amane pushed her back down.
"Boiled beef is very nourishing, Suzune. You just need to eat it in big mouthfuls," Amane said, poking Horikita's cheek.
Then she skipped into the kitchen.
Finally, there was a porridge that just needed a little processing before it could be eaten.
Including this porridge, tonight's dinner was complete.
Only when Amane came out of the kitchen with the last bowl of porridge did Horikita breathe a sigh of relief.
If Amane kept adding dishes, she would start to wonder if they would be eating until the day after tomorrow.
But when she saw the porridge Amane was holding, she also started to doubt life itself.
It looked like red bean porridge, but the color was too dark, looking as if soy sauce had been added.
Could such porridge really taste good?
Horikita picked up the porridge and took a small sip.
"So sweet."
The rapidly spreading sweetness in her mouth stimulated Horikita's taste buds.
Such sweetness was too strange!
Although red bean porridge itself was already on the sweeter side, this level of sweetness was clearly excessive.
"What did you add to it?"
"Brown sugar."
Brown sugar with red bean porridge?
What kind of strange combination was that?
Tonight's meal felt a bit odd all around.
Just as Horikita was still wondering why Amane had suddenly decided to prepare such strange dishes today, she felt her body becoming somewhat warm.
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