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... p> While drinking his juice, he asked me how my seat was.

Regarding Yui, she is with a group of girls and eating their lunch, thus she was absent from her seat.

「Why don’t you sit?」

I said to Keitaro, who was at that moment leaning on the wall, while pointing to Yui’s seat.

But Keitaro rejected the suggestion while swinging his head left and right. f𝔯ℯe𝓌ℯ𝐛𝒏𝐨ѵel.c𝚘𝐦

「Oioi, who do you think that seat belongs to? If I really did sit there I’ll be the ta ...

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