In the Institute's waiting room, several familiar girls were waiting for Zuotian Tsuruya's arrival in their own ways. Chichun Shili was sitting quietly on a sofa a little farther away, sipping green tea. Even though she looked leisurely, her face was filled with a strong sense of helplessness and frustration. Not far from her on another sofa, sat a short-haired, tea-colored girl, the Super Electromagnetic Cannon of Changpan Platform, looking utterly gloomy. She was doing something quite beneficial for the body and mind, repeatedly knocking away Bai Jing Heizi, who was constantly approaching under various pretenses.
Their daily life was so colorful.
This was the scene that Qianqian and I witnessed as we led Zuotian Tsuruya into the waiting room.
"Ah, Zuotian student!"
Chichun Shili, in tea-drinking mode, was the first to notice her friend's entrance, but the one who came to us first was Bai Jing Heizi—appearing at our feet by Space Transmission, and in a prone position.
