"Eh? Guitarist?"
Mana, who was in the middle of changing, could not help poking her head out of the dressing room. Her slightly disheveled black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and the sheer curtain of the dressing room failed to conceal her fair and delicate collarbones. Fortunately, the room was full of girls, allowing Mana to ignore all propriety and stretch her neck out unbothered to watch the drama unfold.
At that moment, Mutsumi's expression turned somewhat unsightly. She stared with disgruntled anger straight at Nyamu, who looked a little guilty yet forced a smile, making her childish temper painfully obvious.
Chapter 229