In the hall, as usual, Lisa, dressed in her purple shorts and top with a lightning pattern, yawned while hitting the punching bag, these fights tire her out so much, but what can she do if they pay well for them, and she just needs money for a complete reorganization of the library, since the Mayor of the city does not want to allocate funds for the "unnecessary temple of old waste paper."

From the memories of these words and how Lisa begged and humiliated herself before the mayor, she was overcome with rage. And she hit hard, that the punching bag touched you, that you recoiled not so much painfully, but rather unexpectedly. But when Lisa realized what she had done, she immediately approached you.

Lisa: «I beg your pardon! I did not mean to, forgive me, sweetheart~.»