The Azure Sea is not a warrior with ripped clothes.

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"What do we do? Even if we get a number, we probably won't be able to get in, right?"

Pointing to the security checkpoint next to the cordon, Kohei Imamura was already very familiar with the process of this rock-paper-scissors prize-winning activity. He rushed forward and grabbed the last few number plates.

"That makes sense. After all, unless there's a nuclear deterrent, crowding this many people together is impossible..."

As Kitahara Iori fiddled with the number plate that Kohei had thrown at him, he was secretly astonished to see the venue, which was packed with 5,000 people, crammed together like a sardine can.

Unless you can pull out some kind of VIP card and ask the staff to clear a path, you absolutely cannot squeeze into the front row of this densely packed crowd.

Let alone finding someone and then meeting up with Chisa.

However, he froze halfway through his sentence, because it seemed that nuclear deterrence was indeed something they were dealing with!

"Wait! Iori, why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, Yu, aren't you hot? There are so many people here, why don't you take off your clothes and cool off?"

"do not want!"

Iori is definitely plotting something bad, and Miyazawa Yu, sensing the danger, naturally resisted to the death.

Just kidding, taking off your shirt in a crowded place like this is practically the same as getting yourself killed!

If Iori doesn't want to live anymore, she can simply put on a garbage bag, walk to the landfill, and lie down, thus avoiding becoming a burden on society!

"...How about this, I'll take my clothes off first, and then you can take yours off?"

"Huh? Why do I have to take my clothes off? Iori, what are you trying to do? Tell me now, or I'll kill you!"

Realizing that Iori was serious, Miyazawa Yu looked at the former, who had already taken off his shirt, with a belly full of doubt, wondering what he was up to.

To embarrass himself, he actually took the lead and volunteered to die!

Such a life-for-life act is absolutely not something to be encouraged in the Pab Club, otherwise it may lead to too few new students and the disbandment of the club!

"Well, how should I put it..."

Looking at the crowded people in front of her, Kitahara Iori, unusually serious, pleaded, "I'm a little worried about Chisa. After all, she doesn't have much strength on her own. What if she gets into danger? Please~"

"!!!"

A strange light flashed in Miyazawa Yu's eyes. He never expected that Iori, who was not usually anthropomorphic, would say such a thing. But since it was for Chisa...

"Plowing!"

"I understand... There's nothing we can do about it."

With two swishing sounds, under Ishigami Yu's bewildered gaze, Miyazawa Yu and Imamura Kohei simultaneously ripped off their shirts, revealing their well-defined muscles.

And it's not just him saying that, but both Iori-senpai and Kohei-senpai, although they both seem like unreliable idiots, have surprisingly great figures!

Not only does he have six-pack abs, but his arm muscles are also well-defined, making him the pinnacle of what an average person can achieve!

Besides that, where did Senior Yu go?

"that……"

With a twitch in his eye, Ishigami Yu looked at the muscular man in front of him, whose back was lined with muscles that resembled the hideous face of a demon, and cautiously began to speak.

"Yuu-senpai?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It really is the same person! What's with that physique? Can he even fit into sportswear?"

They didn't mistake him for someone else! After his worldview was completely shattered, Ishigami Yuji's outlook on life was also crushed.

Miyazawa Yu's muscular form was like a villain, ravaging the little person in his head who represented reason, and finally finishing with a beautiful Earth Throw, crushing him into dust!

"Ah! What is this! Is it performance art...?"

"That's terrifying. How did they get that physique? Are they some kind of gangster?"

At this moment, the commotion behind them also affected the ordinary people on the outermost edge.

When they turned around and saw the muscular thug surrounded by two henchmen, they felt as if their eyes had been violated and involuntarily looked away.

"Yu, here, take this. If you feel bad about it, just take it with you, Aina!"

"Ugh...it's so high!"

As she was placed on his shoulder, Yoshihara Mana looked at the suddenly elevated viewpoint and shyly covered her face with the hood.

Although he spends every day with the Pab department, he receives many times more attention than the average person.

But when someone looks at her with astonishment, she still can't remain as calm as Iori or Yu.

"I'm going!"

"Um……"

Wearing the Bull Warrior mask, Ishigami looked at the three-protect-one combination in front of him and instantly thought of fighting on horseback.

However, compared to the excitement of the sports meet, he now felt that his seniors were too abstract. Are all college students like this?

……

"Chisa! Chisa, where are you?"

Squeezed in the middle of the crowd, clutching her number tightly in her hand, Chisa Kotegawa was pushed around by the tide of people like a leaf on the sea.

However, whether she was hallucinating or not, she seemed to hear Iori calling her name.

Confused, she looked up and swayed left and right twice. She was too short, and with so many people around her, she couldn't see anything in the distance.

Even so, she immediately realized that she had not misheard the shout.

Even with their vision obscured by heads, the enormous beast and its driver were still so conspicuous that they could not be ignored.

"..."

Watching the muscular Miyazawa Yu walk smoothly into the crowd, and Aina sitting on his shoulders.

After much hesitation between being squeezed and losing face, Chisa Kotegawa finally made the difficult choice to accept the latter.

"Iori! Yu! Over here! Over here!"

"Ah! Found it!"

Sensing Chisa's response, Miyazawa Yu instantly spotted the girl drifting along in the crowd, thanks to his 5.0 vision.

Needless to say, the combination of the muscular burly man and two half-O men was unstoppable, and they quickly moved to Chisa's side.

"Feel sorry……"

"It's okay, it's okay! Next time we come to a place with so many people, let Iori come along, Chisa~ Otherwise, this kid will worry to death."

"Is that so?"

Unexpectedly, it was Iori who thought of her first. Kotegawa Chisa felt a warmth in her heart, and a slightly ingratiating smile appeared on her lips as she said, "Arigato ya~ Iori!"

"No, it's nothing..."

He had looked quite dashing just moments before, but now, seeing Chisa's smiling face, Kitahara Iori immediately became extremely shy.

His face flushed red, and he tilted his head to the side, completely unsure how to respond to Chisa's first attempt to please him.

From Miyazawa Yu's perspective, it's like a loser who has been despised for years suddenly receiving the favor of a goddess, filled with the bittersweet feeling of youth!

"Hey! You over there! You can't put someone on your shoulder, it's dangerous!"

"Feel sorry--!"

They were caught by security. As expected, they couldn't stay open for long under special circumstances. Miyazawa Yu squatted down slightly to put Mana down and then immediately put on his coat.

As the zipper was pulled up, a normal college student appeared to Ishigami Yu's shocked expression!

"Yoshi! I'm leaving Aina to you, Kohei. Let's keep squeezing in!"

"Well, I see..."

Kohei Imamura glanced at Yoshihara Aina, who looked somewhat dejected as she was pushed in front of him, sighed, and shielded her to his side.

Iori, what a wicked fellow!

Chapter 120 Don't underestimate the training of Wild Fist!

"Everyone, thank you for waiting! It's your favorite host, Katakuri!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Miss Katakuri!"

Before Miyazawa Yu could wait long, all the incandescent lights on the ceiling suddenly went out, leaving only a spotlight that swung twice before focusing on the center of the stage.

Surprisingly, the organizers of this press conference seemed to have a playful side, as they actually invited the famous eroge voice actress, Katakuri.

Kohei Imamura, who had initially shown little interest, suddenly burst into an astonishing burst of enthusiasm, even pulling out two light sticks from who-knows-where and waving them wildly.

This behavior is tantamount to writing "I'm a pervert" on my face, which has drawn widespread contempt.

"How embarrassing... How could we have such friends!"

"That's right, they have such a good thing and didn't even offer to share it with us. They're practically worthless trash!"

"You two..."

Glancing at the two scoundrels who were righteously criticizing Kohei for not sharing, Yoshihara Aina reminded them with exasperation, "There are middle school students here! Don't you know how to set a good example?"

"Hiss...that's true!"

“Aina is right. Just think about what Tokita-senpai would do in this situation?”

A sense of responsibility as a senior surged into his heart, and Miyazawa Yu suddenly realized—that's right! He was already a senior, how could he act so frivolously!

If he leaves an indelible psychological scar on his juniors, how can he face his seniors in the Pab department?

"Kohei! Did you hear that?!"

"Tch, just this once..."

With trembling hands, Kohei Imamura pulled out his prized possession, a classic work he always carried with him.

"Please use it sparingly, and be careful not to fold the corners..."

"It's your fault for being so willing to share! What I mean is, don't talk about these kinds of things in front of your juniors!"

With a snap, the notebook was snatched away and confiscated. Yoshihara Aina blushed and stuffed it into her small bag.

It's strange, I haven't seen Kohei carrying anything on his body, so where does he get all these wonderful tools from!

"..."

Silently withdrawing his hand that was about to accept the gift, Ishigami Yu, though a tech geek, knew that most men would play some kind of Galgame.

He's actually quite a fan of Kadako...

"Yosh~ I think I heard a super enthusiastic cheer, but this time Kadako won't go easy on everyone!"

On stage, while showcasing her popularity, the host, Kadako, didn't forget to get down to business: "Next, we're going to have a rock-paper-scissors contest to win the right to test the ten games I have!"

"First, here are your number tags. Those with odd numbers, please stand on the left; those with even numbers, please stand on the right. Staff will be there to coordinate!"

"The odd number is on the left, so it's three threes, right? Good luck to you guys, I'm going to the right now."

Looking at the last number on the ticket in his hand, Miyazawa Yu pulled Kohei and Mana and turned to walk to the right.

Only Iori, Chisa, and Ishigami Yu remained on the spot. Realizing that he was being used as a third wheel, the last one also made a quick escape under the pretext of finding his opponent.

As for whether Iori can seize the opportunity to salvage his image in Chisa's eyes.

"It all depends on him..."

"Yes!"

"Ugh... I'm so unwilling to accept this, what should I do?"

Although she had temporarily connected to Yuuki Kohei's team voice chat, Yoshihara Aina still bit her nails in frustration.

If Chisa and Iori get along well, wouldn't I have no chance of winning at all?

"What?"

"Didn't hear that clearly."

"Phew—it's nothing..."

It wasn't that they didn't hear clearly at all; Miyazawa Yu and Kohei's hearing, honed through noisy parties, was no joke. They were simply giving Aina a way out by tacitly revealing her true feelings.

That way, she won't become suspicious and paranoid when she looks back on it, ruining her good mood for the trip.