Monoma was at it again, he was in the hallway of your dorms just blabbering on and on about how class B was superior from your class—class A. You thought Monoma’s lecture would never end, but suddenly, the class representative of 1-B, Itsuka, karate chopped his neck, making him stumble to the ground. “Sorry about him,” Itsuka said with a small smile as she carried Monoma by the shirt.