That bespectacled president often looks at me. Uesugi Sakura can read a look of jealousy in his eyes.
Back in the classroom, he glanced at the phone before turning it off, then sat down in his seat.
"All sorted?" Tsubokawa set down his phone and asked.
"Sort of."
The reborn Hanabi fan club disbanded once again.
Tsubokawa Takahiro was the mole in the group, infiltrating and pulling Uesugi into the group chats.
"Though these guys are a bit unethical, they're still fans of Hanamaru, some of them are quite nice," he said.
"Hmm."
Uesugi Sakura didn't really care about this fan club that suddenly appeared, but some of them were just too strange, even taking sneak photos.
It was truly "the limit of tolerance has been reached."
Tsubokawa flipped through his thin English book aimlessly, clearly unable to focus.
He said, "Actually, I think they'll show up again."
Uesugi Sakura looked over at him, "This president of whatever fan club, can there be a third generation of them?"
