"Sigh~"
In the men's restroom.
The Acne Ghost leaned against the wall and lit a "ghost cigarette," a displeased look on his face as he let out a deep sigh.
"Boss, where do you think that little rat has scurried off to?"
"You think she found something out and is hiding on purpose? We've been looking for ages and haven't found a thing."
Hearing this, the ghost class president of Class 1 clicked his tongue.
He turned his head and held out his hand.
The Acne Ghost saw this and quickly pulled another ghost cigarette from his pocket, carefully lighting it for him.
After the ghost class president took a drag, he slowly said, "What's the rush?"
"It's not like she can run off anywhere anytime soon."
"The more she hides from us, the more it proves she's up to something shady!"
After saying this,
the ghost class president's expression grew impatient.
"And I don't know what's gotten into the homeroom teacher today."
