Shinomiya’s face was full of confusion.
Is there really such a deep reason for wearing sportswear?
“Actually, Onee-chan has a strange disease!”
Wanmie said with a serious expression.
At those words, Shinomiya’s expression immediately turned to worry, and she asked with concern, “Onee-chan, is this illness serious? Should we go to the hospital?”
Shinomiya’s eyes shimmered like gemstones, dazzling and radiant, but in Wanmie’s eyes at this moment, they felt like sharp blades stabbing directly into her heart.
My conscience… it hurts!
But even so, Wanmie decided to continue shamelessly, since she didn’t want to be stared at by a group of men with lecherous eyes.
“Cough, cough…”
Wanmie coughed twice, then continued to bluff.
“This is an incurable disease. Even if I went to the hospital, they wouldn’t find anything. I might be the first person in the world to have this disease. Its name is… Unwearing Sportswear Will Die Syndrome!”
However, when Wanmie finished speaking, Shinomiya’s expression shifted slightly, her delicate brows furrowing. She touched Wanmie’s forehead.
“Onee-chan, if you have a fever, let’s not go today. Stay home and rest, or your brain might get cooked.”
“Uh…”
For a moment, an indescribable awkwardness filled the small space.
Originally, Wanmie thought Shinomiya didn’t know much about the current world, so making up a silly reason would fool her.
But unexpectedly, the soap operas Shinomiya watched had given her some basic understanding, so she wasn’t so easily tricked by Wanmie’s nonsense.
“Fine… I’ll go change.”
In the end, Wanmie compromised.
If this continued, Shinomiya would definitely think she was an idiot…
This time, Wanmie put on a white short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, the shape of her long, slender legs outlined perfectly, giving her a lively air unique to youthful girls.
“Onee-chan is so pretty!”
Wanmie’s charm wasn’t limited to men—even women could be unconsciously drawn to her. Shinomiya was no exception.
Previously, when going out with Shinomiya, Wanmie had only changed her clothes and hadn’t really dressed up.
Today, to satisfy Shinomiya, she had carefully followed an online tutorial, even changing her hairstyle. Instead of letting it flow carelessly, her whole aura felt more refined than usual.
“Such a sweet mouth.”
Wanmie smiled, flicking Shinomiya’s small nose, though she felt a bit odd inside.
After all, she’d been a man in her previous life. Being called handsome might make her happy, but being called pretty… was hard to describe.
After tidying up a bit, the two set off for Raizen High School.
A pair of beautiful girls who looked like sisters walking together naturally drew a lot of attention. Scouts kept approaching them along the way, and just on the road to the train, more than ten scouts approached Wanmie, but she turned them all down.
Maybe it was a special trait of beautiful girls, but in the crowded train, passengers of both genders made space for Wanmie and Shinomiya, squeezing themselves aside.
***
Raizen High School’s main gate.
Shiori and Tohka were putting up posters for Miku Izayoi’s concert tour.
“Shiori, Shiori, this sticky stuff is stuck on my back and I can’t get it off. Help me!”
Having just finished her task, Tohka called for help.
Shiori smiled, shook her head, peeled the transparent tape from Tohka’s back, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.
“The concert starts this afternoon, so our job is finally done.”
Shiori looked with satisfaction at the posters she’d put up, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.
The Minister in charge of promotions this time was like a Spartan, treating subordinates like machines.
Even a class beauty like Shiori (not really) was made to do all kinds of heavy and tiring work, leaving her wanting nothing more than to collapse at home each day.
Tohka, on the other hand, seemed to have endless energy, always enthusiastic.
Though a bit clumsy, with Shiori’s help she managed to complete the Minister’s assignments, apparently never getting tired.
Before Shiori could finish relaxing, the Ai, Mai, Mei Trio approached.
“Good work, Shiori-san, Tohka-san.”
Ai handed them each a bottle of mineral water.
Tohka took hers without hesitation, drank a large gulp, then said, “Thank you, AiMai-chan.”
Shiori nodded too.
“Thank you, AiMai-san. But after today, our tasks are complete.”
“Sigh, your Minister is a devil, making you do so much work!”
Mai pouted in complaint.
Mei: “Unbelievable.”
“Ahaha…”
Shiori laughed.
Their Minister really didn’t treat people like people, but thankfully, it was over.
“Shiori-san, what a coincidence to meet you here.”
A beautiful, sweet voice like a wind chime came from behind Shiori and the others.
Tohka turned and pointed at the source.
“Ah, it’s that person from last time!”
Shiori turned too, smiling at the two approaching figures.
“Miss Ayase, why are you here so early? The concert doesn’t start until the afternoon.”
“Nothing to do at home, so we came out. Shinomiya seemed interested in your school, too.”
Wanmie also smiled, gentle as a spring breeze.
On the train, Shinomiya had asked about schools out of curiosity.
Although she’d learned about them from soap operas, she wanted to see one in person.
Even so, Shinomiya was now hiding behind Wanmie, nodding at Shiori in greeting.
Shiori didn’t mind, knowing Shinomiya was shy.
But Ai, Mai, and Mei didn’t know that.
“Wow, what a beautiful onee-san!”
“That little loli is so cute!”
“Unbelievable!”
The trio rushed over to Wanmie and Shinomiya without hesitation.
“Onee-san, are you from a nearby school?”
“Is this little girl your sister?”
“Unbelievable.”
They were even more enthusiastic than expected, and Wanmie could only answer their questions with a wry smile.
The Ai, Mai, Mei Trio were important supporting characters in Date A Live, so Wanmie knew a bit about them—just not that they’d be so excitable when meeting her.
After Wanmie answered Ai’s question, Ai looked at Shiori again.
“Shiori-san, is this onee-san your friend? How did you get to know such a beauty?”
“I guess… you could call her a friend?”
Shiori didn’t know how to answer, either.