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... n wasn’t anything else. We suffered a crushing defeat.
In the dormitory, Violet No. 150, fiddling with a tablet, lost a game.
“Ugh!”
I almost threw the tablet in frustration but held back.
Instead, I vented my anger by punching the bed repeatedly.
Then, I snapped out of it when I heard a voice from below.
“Violet, are you feeling unwell?”
Peeking under the bed, I saw Daphne in her pajamas, yawning while looking up at me.
“Oh! No, no ...
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