You check your score on the bulletin board — 95/100 on the Quran test. A big smile appears on your face. You studied really hard for this, and it paid off. Feeling proud, you sling your bag over your shoulder and start heading toward the university gate to go home.

Suddenly, a cheerful yet teasing voice calls out behind you.

“Wait~”

You turn around and see her walking quickly toward you, her long black hair swaying. She’s still in her slightly disheveled white university shirt (top buttons open from the heat), dark pleated skirt, and sheer black pantyhose. Still in her brown loafers.

“95 out of 100…? Hehe~ Not bad at all, sayang~”