They all have hidden attributes!

"Ah-Cheng, this is too perfunctory. I can't muster any motivation with this." Nekoya Hina crushed the chestnut shell hard.

Judging from her expression, she seemed very dissatisfied. Takahashi Makoto grabbed a few more chestnuts, peeling them as he spoke:

"Well, it's not that I don't think highly of you, but when it comes to points, Lengzi might be even more terrifying than you imagine."

With points at stake, under Tachimi Yuki's supervision, Kashima Reiko wouldn't have a chance to go easy on him even if she wanted to. Besides, during her stay at Tachimi's house, Takahashi Makoto had seen her loyalty firsthand, so there was no possibility of her going easy on him.

"I won't be shut out!" Hina Nekoya raised her clenched fist to encourage herself.

"Yin Cai's goals are too low."

Hanakawa Kaori, sitting on the other side of Takahashi Makoto, spat out the wet straw that she had bitten flat with her teeth and sighed weakly.

After being counseled by Makoto Takahashi yesterday, she completely changed back to a child's taste, holding a carton of sweet milk in her hand.

"I had no choice. If Senior Reiko had just nodded, she could have entered the Olympic training camp immediately." Nekoya Hina's voice lowered.

"What a loser." Hanakawa Kaori glanced at Takahashi Makoto without leaving a trace, muttered to herself, and continued to drink her sweet milk through the straw.

Her gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the girls in Group 3A across the stadium. Their expressions were serious, and each of their eyes burned with fighting spirit.

Because Shiraishi Junka said she wanted to get the most points.

Although she is timid and socially awkward, she has a unique position in the academy as a "cherished and protected animal," as evidenced by the fact that the people in the art department always consciously keep quiet.

Hanakawa Kaori leveraged the votes from the 3rd year A group and the 1st year C group to send the already large brass band to the opening performance of the sports festival, thus gaining a significant number of points.

—Because the number of points awarded varies depending on the round, she has a lot of room to maneuver.

Now, all that's left is to seize leadership of Class 1-C while her brother is away, Hanakawa Kaori thought to herself.

I don't want to be powerless anymore.

The promises made by the older brother could only guarantee the band's existence; if they wanted to compete with their dominant girlfriend and gain more playing time, that alone was definitely not enough.

Once ambition takes root, one will naturally want to occupy more time and energy.

Hanakawa Kaori turned her sharp gaze toward Class 2-A. Tachimi Yuki sat in the center of the first row, arms crossed, head propped up with one hand, her beautiful legs encased in white stockings crossed, exuding an aura of superiority.

Sensing the hostile gaze, Tachibana Yuki quickly locked onto Hanakawa Kaori next to Takahashi Makoto. The two locked eyes, their gazes sparking in the air.

Only when the marching band blocked their view did Hanakawa Kaori turn her gaze away and forcefully suck the sweet milk out of the carton.

"Brother, it's time for you to get ready to go on stage."

She turned to Takahashi Makoto with a sweet smile and gently brushed the chestnut shells that had fallen onto her pants: "Next up is the otaku dance club, followed by the basketball game. The song is a submission from a musician, and Uesugi-nee said that if you think it's good, you can use it."

A band with high profile will attract composers who hope to gain recognition and become famous.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it. Please ask everyone for their opinions as well." Takahashi Makoto stood up and walked towards the locker room.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Hanakawa Kaori nodded obediently, watched his back as he walked away, then lifted her bottom and sat down in Takahashi Makoto's chair.

Nekoya Haruna is still focused on peeling chestnuts.

As the leader of Group C in Year 1, her philosophy was "have fun," so the atmosphere around her was very relaxed, and everyone was happily exchanging snacks.

Hanakawa Kaori threw the milk carton into Nekoya Hina's trash bag where she kept chestnut shells, stealing all of her chestnuts:

"Yin Cai, I heard from Xing that she's been very troubled lately."

"Oh, what's bothering you?" Nekoya Hina asked with an innocent expression, thinking it was just ordinary gossip.

Hanakawa Kaori glanced up at the girls from the otaku dance club in the center of the gymnasium, then leaned close to Nekoya Hina's ear and whispered:

"Sister Xing said that her brother always does some outrageous things when he sleeps at night, which makes it hard for her to wake up in the morning."

"what?"

Hina Nekoya took two seconds to react, then raised her hand to scratch her head, forcing a pitiful smile: "Haha, is that so?"

The sweet torment dealt a heavy blow to her heart, but in Hanakawa Kaori's eyes, it wasn't enough.

"Although my brother is very considerate, he will prepare the black tea I want to drink when I get up in the morning, which can effectively relieve fatigue."

Seeing that Nekoya Hina's expression was stiff but she didn't seem angry, Hanakawa Kaori continued to provoke her, saying, "Hina-nee, you don't still think we're in the innocent stage of romantic competition, do you?"

Touched once again, Nekoya Hina gripped her sportswear skirt tightly with her fingers.

She had finally emerged from her despair and sorrow, only to find that the victor had already entered a completely new phase. This utter crushing defeat of the loser filled her heart with bitterness.

It felt like I'd eaten something very sour; I couldn't chew it or swallow it.

Seeing the intense resentment surging in Hina Nekoya's chestnut eyes, Hanakawa Kaori asked nonchalantly, "Hina-neechan, are you resentful? I suppose so. Even I know that at the beginning, brother only played with you."

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

Hina Nekoya struggled to suppress the grievances welling up inside her, forcing a smile to maintain her dignity, and said dryly, "Tachimi-senpai is very pretty."

"I know Hina-nee doesn't want to admit defeat like this either, but there's nothing she can do, right? I understand."

Hanakawa Kaori stuffed the peeled chestnut meat into Nekoya Hina's mouth, raised her hand to pat her head, and tilted her head to reveal a kind smile:

"Would this be okay? I think if I could get this wish that belongs to the person with the most points, and let Hina-nee and my brother go on a date, I would feel better, right?"

As she spoke, Hanakawa Kaori exuded a warm, maternal aura. Looking at the deep concern in her purple eyes, Nekoya Hina suddenly felt an urge to cry.

She slowly chewed the chestnuts in her mouth, but couldn't taste any sweetness.

At this moment, the dance club's performance ended, and a lively female voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Hello, everyone, good morning, good morning, this is the broadcasting department, and next we will be bringing you the first Tsurumizawa Men's Basketball Tournament."

Cheers erupted in the stadium as everyone's eyes were focused on the entrance to the stadium. Tsurumi Sawa's only six male athletes walked out, with Makoto Takahashi, who was shirtless, attracting everyone's attention with his inverted triangle physique and well-defined muscles.

"Why is it only Cheng who isn't wearing clothes?" Nekoya Hina swallowed her saliva as if she were swallowing a chestnut.

Hanakawa Kaori turned her head and looked over, smiling as she said, "It's the result of the vote. Tachimi-senpai is very generous; she didn't use her position as student council president to veto it."

Upon hearing this, Hina Nekoya's eyes dimmed again after she had just perked up.

Seeing her disappointed expression, Hanakawa Kaori imitated Takahashi Makoto from yesterday morning, putting her hands on Nekoya Hina's shoulders and looking at her with caring eyes.

"Yin Cai-jie can't admit defeat yet."

Hanakawa Kaori patiently persuaded, "I'll face this with you. How about we give it a try? A date between lovers is completely different from a date between friends."

"Really? I don't think this is a good idea." Nekoya Hina hesitated, but a hint of excitement showed in her eyes.

"Give it your all, I'll help you."

Hanakawa Kaori looked at her earnestly and encouraged her, "Leave the badminton singles to me, and we'll play doubles together too. You absolutely cannot give up, Haruna-nee."

A strong sense of warmth was conveyed through the pressure of the hand resting on her shoulder, and memories of the past surfaced in Nekoya Hina's mind.

Once, Makoto Takahashi, like Hanakawa Kaori now, always supported himself, forcing himself to face difficulties when he tried to escape.

Now......

Hina Nekoya turned her head to look at the center of the stadium. As Makoto Takahashi jumped high to dunk, a clear sound of swallowing saliva came from the loudspeaker.

The girls around the gymnasium stood up and took pictures with their phones. In the frenzied and excited atmosphere, only Tachibana Yuki, who was in the front row of the 2nd year A group, was out of place.

She sat quietly in the chair, clapping softly, as if showing off.

The victor's relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with the restless environment, a scene that, in the eyes of the loser, made Nekoya Hina feel deeply humiliated.

“Your brother wouldn’t want you to give up either, Hina-nee.”

After the cheers subsided, Hanakawa Kaori continued, "When you said the goal wasn't to be shut out, my brother's expression was indescribable."

“…” Nekoya Hina fell silent.

Never mind, let's give it our all first.

We absolutely cannot let this opportunity slip by, otherwise we won't even be considered challengers, just losers.

"You want to play badminton?"

Nekoya Hina belatedly looked up and asked, while Hanakawa Kaori took a hair tie from her pocket and tied her loose black hair into twin ponytails:

"I only realized yesterday that I don't actually dislike playing badminton."

Nekoya Hina didn't delve into the topic, and looked around at her classmates: "I can't handle class matters."

"Leave it to me with confidence. No matter what, we can't let Sister Xing get first place." Hanakawa Kaori patted her youthful chest, indicating that she was a social expert.

At this moment, the two were once again surrounded by cheers, and exclamations came from the loudspeaker.

"Wow!!! Takahashi-kun jumped so high, so cool!!!"

The stadium's large screen was divided into two parts: on the left was a close-up of Makoto Takahashi's cool dunk, and on the right was Yuki Tachimi's calm and composed smile.

The scene spurred Hanakawa Kaori's ambition to grow, and she made up her mind that even if it meant deliberately losing to Shiraishi Junka from Class 3A, she would never let Tachimi Yuki win.

—Because of Hell Girl's infamous reputation, the leader of Class 1-A is not Uesugi Maya.

The brief basketball game was a feast for the eyes of the girls from Tsurumizawa.

As the countdown reached zero, the physical education teacher, acting as referee, blew the whistle, and the scoreboard showed 29-7.

After leaving the field, Makoto Takahashi headed towards the locker room, intending to take a shower first and then change back into his school uniform.

As I approached the locker room door, I heard light footsteps behind me, the rhythm sounding quite familiar.

Flower weaving?

He turned to look, and Hanakawa Kaori stretched out her arms, her petite body about to pounce on him, but Takahashi Makoto raised his hand to block her head:

"I haven't showered yet, don't get my clothes dirty."

"Oh." Hanakawa Kaori pouted unhappily.

"What's the matter?" Takahashi Makoto asked.

“When my brother said that, it sounded just like when Sister Xing asked, ‘What brings you here?’” Hanakawa Kaori took a step closer to him, raising her face to meet his gaze.

A masculine scent, mixed with the heat emanating from her body, made her lips unconsciously moisten.

"Really?" Takahashi Makoto looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"A little bit, well, Director Chihaya said that she wanted my brother to go to the student guidance office about the tripartite talks, and she seemed very anxious."

When Hanakawa Kaori got down to business, her gaze unconsciously drifted to the contours of his muscles.

Trilateral talks?