Chapter 1933

Because of her background as a passerby, she had always been easily overlooked, even by her own parents.

Precisely because of this, she learned to cook and do laundry at a very young age.

After all, if she didn't take care of herself, she feared she might starve.

Struggling through life, she entered school, yet remained the same—transparent in class and school; even after years in the same class, most classmates couldn't remember her.

If she suddenly joined her classmates' conversation, they would stare at her in shock: "You're in our class?"

That unmistakably genuine expression hurt her deeply.

Fortunately, after experiencing this so many times, she grew accustomed to it.

Over the course of more than a decade, the little Kato Kei who once complained the world was unfair had become a three-no girl—expressionless, with rarely any emotional fluctuation.

Eirin's words left Kato Kei utterly baffled.

She looked at Eirin and asked: "Are you talking about me, Sawamura-san?"

Eirin nodded: "Yes."

"Sawamura-san must be joking," Kato Kei thought, a bitter taste rising in her chest—was she being bullied at school?

Although she desired attention, it wasn't this kind of attention.

Eirin shook her head: "No."

Kato Kei, expressionless, gave a slight nod and resumed eating, asking no further questions.

She didn't know what to say; after all, she had never experienced school bullying and had no experience dealing with it.

"Aren't you curious, Kato-san?"

"Curious," Kato Kei nodded lightly, her expression still calm.

Kasumigaoka Uta watched the subtle atmosphere between them and said: "I think Kato-san has misunderstood. Kato-san, you don't actually believe Eirin intends to bully you, do you?"

"Hah?" Eirin was stunned.

Did she look like someone who bullied others?

"I didn't!" Eirin shook her twin tails. "Kato-san, what I'm about to tell you—you must prepare yourself mentally."

Kato Kei nodded.

Having received Eirin's promise, she exhaled in relief and felt a flicker of curiosity about what Eirin was about to say.

"In another world…"

Thus, Eirin began speaking again, incessantly, constantly observing Kato Kei's expression.

After all, she was here for entertainment.

I—a loser?

Hmph, impossible—I'm the winner!

In the end, no matter which world she described, Kato Kei's expression remained utterly serene.

"Kato, don't you feel anything?" Eirin asked.

Kato Kei tilted her head and ventured: "Sawamura-san's story is very well told."

"It's not a story!" Eirin was exasperated. "Why won't you believe me? In another world, you're the heroine."

Kato Kei sighed lightly: "Who would write a heroine who has no distinguishing traits and is easily overlooked?"

"No, Kato-san has distinctive traits," Eirin shook her head. "Three-no, gentle, beautiful—except for being easily overlooked, you're a perfect beauty."

Kato Kei: "Thank you, Sawamura-san. If there's nothing else, I must return to class."

"Wait," Eirin reached out. "Kato-san clearly doesn't believe me. Kasumigaoka-senpai, help me out."

"Me?" Kasumigaoka Uta, who had been watching the show, was caught off guard by Eirin suddenly calling on her.

Eirin nodded: "Yes, help me prove it."

Kasumigaoka Uta was speechless: "How am I supposed to prove it for you?"

Meeting Kato Kei's curious gaze, Kasumigaoka Uta pointed to the bench on the ground: "Kato-kohai, Sawamura-san told me exactly the same thing earlier, then demonstrated her strength—lifting a massive weight. Look at this bench—it's the one she pulled from the rooftop."

Only then did Kato Kei notice: the bench, clearly bolted to the ground with screws, now sat carelessly placed, its screws removed, unevenly resting.

Looking at the fresh cement hole on the ground, it was obvious the incident had occurred not long ago.

Kato Kei was no pampered Kasumigaoka Uta; having helped with household chores since childhood, she knew perfectly well how much strength this required.

Thus, Kato Kei's worldview shattered.

Sawamura-san's strength is simply astonishing.

Even a world-class weightlifter probably couldn't rip a bench straight out of its bolted ground.