Today's win or loss

　　Shinichi walked out of the screening room.

　　Hayasaka watched him pass in front of her, she raised her hand to cover the corner of her mouth.

　　"…Ah, masks."

She shook her head, followed Shinichi, and reached out to him.

　　"Let me carry it for you. The total reached more than five kilograms. Don't be too pushy."

　　"No, it's just a little way. Just wait and open the door for me."

　　"You really don't need it?"

　　"Not needed."

　　Hayasaka took out a handkerchief from her pocket.

　　"Okay, let me wipe your sweat. I am a maid after all."

　　"It has nothing to do with the maid, and I don't sweat…" Shinichi avoided her raised arm, "Stop, I said don't bother, I'm not used to someone else wiping my sweat."

　　"Why are you running? Even if you don't sweat, wouldn't it be nice to wipe off your dead skin?"

　　Hayasaka followed with the wrong steps.

　　"Who wipes his face and removes dead skin?!"

　　Shinichi avoided the handkerchief that suddenly appeared on the side of his face, and couldn't help but shed a cold sweat.

　　"Ah, look, you're sweating."

　　Hayasaka chased after him again, her eyes focused on the sweat on Shinichi's forehead.

　　"I wasn't forced by you. Stop causing trouble. I still have something in my hand, don't come over."

　　Shinichi watched the projection device in his hand while dodging its attacks.

　　Hayasaka couldn't help laughing, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her voice became a little dangerous.

　　"Don't come? Why don't you scream more emotionally?

　　"Don't come near me, don't come here!"

"Aren't you good at controlling your voice? Let me hear more crying. Come on, beg for mercy!"

　　The handkerchief was thrown up and down, Hayasaka looked at him with disgust.

　　"You..."

　　Shinichi didn't want to complain anymore, he calmed his expression, put down the projection equipment.

　　He decided to take action.

　　Before Hayasaka could react, she only saw an arm waving towards her head.

　　*BAM*

　　The sound echoed throughout the living room.

　　Hayasaka took a step back and looked at him with her mouth open, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.

　　"Stop it. Next time you want to play this kind of game, I will accompany you, but unfortunately, I am very busy now and I said I don't want to."

　　"A professional maid is not the type to act like a little girl no matter the situation. Please restrain yourself a little."

　　"You..."

　　A strange feeling faintly appeared in Hayasaka's heart, with that decisive blow, something in her heart seemed to be broken.

　　Hayasaka covered her forehead, her consciousness gradually returned.

　　Just now, Shinichi raised his hand and with a speed that seemed like a shadow.

　　He raised his middle finger and flicked her forehead hard!

　　His movements were simple and fast, Hayasaka saw it, but she couldn't dodge at all and could only be beaten obediently.

　　She looked at him and spoke dumbfounded.

　　"You are very skilled at forehead flicking. How many people's foreheads have you flicked?"

　　"Very noisy! I'll get you a projection cloth and stand up so you don't bother me anymore."

　　Shinichi scratched his neck, holding back his awkward feeling, then picked up the projector and continued walking towards the yard.

　　Hayasaka quickly picked up all the other objects on the ground, returned to a position two or three steps behind him and then spoke sincerely.

　　"I apologize. It's my fault now. This servant will never do it again next time. Please forgive me, Goshujin-sama."

　　"What kind of show are you putting on… forget it, I don't want to pay attention to you," Shinichi turned his head away.

　　"Maybe it's because I haven't calmed down yet, so I feel a little strange..."

　　Hayasaka sighed, but said softly.

　　"...Um, thanks to you being the culprit, there's no problem now."

　　She lowered her head and looked at the distance between herself and him, not too close, but not too far.

　　She could hear his words, she could look him in the eye, and she could still talk to him as easily as ever.

　　Even if she couldn't take a step forward, this distance could make her feel at ease.

　 (Kaguya-sama also feels the same way towards President Shirogane?)

　　(At least he doesn't have time to play that kind of love war game where wits and courage battle and anyone is willing to cooperate with him)

　　(So, are the so-called ordinary happiness and ordinary love really such simple and easy things to satisfy?)

　　Hayasaka doesn't know, but she wants to start now.

　　Hayasaka's eyes shone with determination and she made a decision.

　　"They said I was the culprit... Hayasaka." Shinichi said in a deep voice, "When the matter is over, about that, I—"

　　Hayasaka interrupted.

　　"Do you know what comment Kaguya-sama makes most often about President Shirogane?"

　　"What?"

　　Shinichi looked at her who walked quickly to his side.

　　She lowered the mask with her fingertips, revealing the corners of her smiling mouth.

　　Hayasaka tilted her head slightly and spoke with a smile.

　　"You are so cute."

　　Today's results—

　　Feeling relaxed, Hayasaka decides to become a super maid of love...

　　Victory.