The next day at noon.
Misumi Uika, especially a Misumi Uika who had stayed up all night writing scripts until dawn and managed to sleep for only two or three hours, was in a bit of a foul mood upon waking up—especially after being rudely and hurriedly shaken awake by that terribly annoying Nyamu-chin, who started spouting nonsense about Mutsumi suddenly changing her personality and turning into an outgoing extrovert. The rising irritation inside her was hard to suppress.
She instantly felt like grabbing the pink slipper from her foot, marching right over, and slapping Nyamu-chin across the face so hard that the damn Nyamu-chin would spin around like a top.
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