If it weren't for little Rika being there, afraid of losing face, she would've already thrown her legs up in the air and laid down.
"When you're out of breath, your left leg doesn't obey your right leg, and you can't thread the needle, just lick it, and straighten it out."
While struggling to move her short legs and muttering weakly, Misaki Saki had already become somewhat delirious.
"What are you muttering about?"
Arisugawa Hoshina next to her asked with some concern, feeling like the little one might collapse at any moment.
"No, nothing." Misaki Saki lifted her little head, looking like she was sapped of energy: "I'm just pondering a question."
"Pondering what?"
"Why does a little girl in elementary school have so much physical strength...."
"...."
"Maybe, you're just too weak, so it seems like Rika is so lively."
"What are you guys talking about? Sister Misaki, are you tired?"