“Lin Wuming Senpai… Hiss…” Misaka Mikoto excitedly ran over, but then felt a shiver down her spine, rubbing her arm and involuntarily glancing around.
“Misaka Student,” the girl who accompanied her immediately reached out and took the flyer from Misaka Mikoto’s hand, “Leave these to me.”
“Oh, thank you.” Misaka Mikoto nodded hurriedly.
Then, under the gaze of the surrounding crowd, Misaka Mikoto quickly pushed the wheelchair and left.
“It’s really strange, what’s going on?”
In a remote, deserted corner, Misaka Mikoto rested her hands on the wheelchair handles, still feeling a bit shaken.
“The atmosphere around here today is very strange; I feel like I’m being secretly watched.”
“It’s not secretly watched,” Lin Wuming said with a bitter smile, shaking his head, “It’s clearly an unbridled observation, isn’t it?”
Unlike Misaka Mikoto, who was caught in the situation, Lin Wuming, as an outsider, saw things more clearly.
Sure enough, even young ladies from wealthy families enjoy gossip.
It felt as if they were treating him and Misaka Mikoto as some kind of drama unfolding in reality…
After hearing Lin Wuming’s explanation, Misaka Mikoto immediately showed a subtle expression.
“How could this be? I knew everyone has been acting a bit strange these past few days…” Misaka Mikoto muttered to herself, “While I’m grateful for their support, it’s really a headache to be watched everywhere I go!”
Originally, Misaka Mikoto had planned to take this opportunity to show Lin Wuming around properly, as this was, after all, her home turf.
Who knew it would turn out like this—on a rare open day, they could only hide in this remote, deserted corner to avoid being found by overly enthusiastic “spectators.”
“Ah, found them! They’re here!”
Suddenly, a head popped out from the end of the corridor, followed by a girl’s cheerful shout.
Recognizing the owner of the voice and face, Misaka Mikoto tensed for a moment then immediately relaxed.
“Saten Ruiko Student… Keep your voice down, it’ll be troublesome if you attract others.” Misaka Mikoto said hurriedly.
“This is really tough—playing hide-and-seek with everyone.” Saten Ruiko said with a teasing smile.
She then greeted Lin Wuming: “Good morning, Lin Wuming Senpai!”
“So, it really turned out this way?” Following Saten Ruiko were Shirai Kuroko and Haruue Erii.
“I reminded Onee-sama a few days ago.” Shirai Kuroko said.
“Who knew it would turn out like this!” Misaka Mikoto said, “I just thought everyone was very enthusiastic and excited about the Summer Festival event.”
“It’s probably true that they’re excited about today’s event,” Shirai Kuroko calmly retorted, “It’s just that they’re excited about having a special show to watch live.”
“Kuroko, this is not the time to tease me.” Misaka Mikoto said helplessly, “I really have a headache right now.”
“My apologies.” Shirai Kuroko immediately lowered her head and apologized.
Saten Ruiko said excitedly: “Lin Wuming Senpai is truly a living legend. No matter where he goes, he becomes the center of attention.”
“I’d rather not have this kind of passive effect.” Lin Wuming grumbled.
Shirai Kuroko suddenly said: “Once Shokuhou and Hu Feng Senior arrive later, it will definitely cause an even bigger commotion! We must find a way to deal with it!”
“Eh~ they’re really coming after all.” Misaka Mikoto sighed.
“How about… we try to make a disguise?” Saten Ruiko suggested, “As long as you’re not recognized, it won’t attract a crowd.”
Lin Wuming and Misaka Mikoto exchanged glances, then both nodded.
“Good idea! The only way to visit the Summer Festival and avoid attracting attention is this!” Misaka Mikoto said, “And for Lin Wuming Senpai, it’s very easy to change his appearance.”
All he had to do was abandon the wheelchair and walk on his own two feet.
Normally, people who weren’t truly familiar with Lin Wuming would hardly recognize him.
“Hmm… It’s really hard to imagine, Lin Wuming Senpai standing up.” Saten Ruiko pinched her chin, carefully scrutinizing Lin Wuming.
“But this still isn’t completely safe,” Haruue Erii said, “Just leaving the wheelchair, you might still be recognized. It’s best to change your clothes and appearance too.”
But this was troublesome; Lin Wuming’s wheelchair didn’t carry any change of clothes.
And this was a Student Dormitory, so it was almost impossible to find clothes suitable for Lin Wuming to change into.
However, Misaka Mikoto was confident: “It’s okay, I remember the Drama Club has men’s clothing. We can just borrow a set from them.”
“Kuroko!” Misaka Mikoto grabbed Shirai Kuroko’s hand, “Please! You’re the fastest and your movements are discreet, so you won’t be discovered. Please make a trip to the Drama Club’s room and borrow their largest size men’s clothing.”
Shirai Kuroko naturally didn't refuse.
Then, Misaka Mikoto carefully avoided people’s gazes and brought Lin Wuming to her Student Dormitory.
According to their plan, Lin Wuming would change clothes there, leave his wheelchair in the room, and then go out to visit as an ordinary tourist.
After pulling the curtains and checking left and right through the door crack to ensure they hadn’t been discovered, Misaka Mikoto finally relaxed.
Taking a deep breath, Misaka Mikoto returned to her bed and sat down.
Only then did she realize—this seemed to be the first time, wasn’t it? She had actually brought Lin Wuming into her room…
Fortunately, this was a Student Dormitory shared with Shirai Kuroko, so strictly speaking, it couldn’t be considered her private room.
Moreover, Haruue Erii and Saten Ruiko had also come in with them.
This relaxed Misaka Mikoto’s mind considerably, preventing her from tensing up to the point of breaking. So, she tried her best to ignore Lin Wuming’s special circumstances and treated him as an ordinary guest.
“Drinks, drinks… Ah, I’m sorry, the drinks are all gone…” Misaka Mikoto had intended to offer some refreshments to her guest, but upon opening the refrigerator, she only saw it was empty, “I’ve been a bit busy lately…”
This wasn’t a lie; to prepare for the Summer Festival, all students in the Seventh District Student Dormitory had been mobilized. They had to create exhibits, decorate rooms, and even undergo “maid training,” making them even busier than during regular classes. They simply had no leisure to manage the small refrigerator in their Student Dormitory.
“It’s okay.” Saten Ruiko said, “When I arrived, I noticed the restaurant here was open. We can just go there to find something to drink later.”
Saten Ruiko seemed to have been looking forward to Tokiwadai’s high-class cuisine for a long time, appearing very excited.
