"Yuck... rua! So bitter!"
"Who told the two of you to sing yourselves hoarse?"
Looking at the two idiot girls who had run outside that afternoon to bare their souls on the street with guitars and microphones, ruining their throats in two hours, and then failing to resist their gluttonous urges to devour extra-spicy ramen, Miki Kashiwagi showed not a shred of sympathy, wearing the absolute expression of a bystander.
Chapter 344