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Chapter 19: The Scent of New Encounters☆ (1)
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... nded voice.
“...Who?”
Bell, the ‘smug victor’ concept lover of the <United Student Council>, made a sullen expression.
“Aah~”
Bell was now sitting in the darkness of the 2nd floor student council room where the sunset was fading. She was twirling her black hair with the fingertips of the hand supporting her chin, exuding a very displeased air.
And she muttered with a sigh:
“...I even practiced all the lines and situations.”
Bell had a ...
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