Five minutes passed.
Yumemi had already made all sorts of expressions towards Ayanokoji—happy, sad, coquettish, obedient... She had displayed every expression that could show her charm, and the muscles in her face were starting to ache slightly.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira wasn't completely unmoved by her barrage of expressions; his heart rate had risen to around 95, but this hadn't achieved the effect Yumemi desired.
Yumemi's own heart rate had also risen during the process of constantly making expressions, reaching around 105.
It could be said that this was a move that hurt the enemy a thousand, but oneself eight hundred.
If it continued like this, Yumemi would indeed have a chance to win.
But Yumemi had already made every expression she could think of to make a boy's heart flutter. If she continued, Ayanokouji Kiyohira would become immune to these expressions, and it would be impossible to achieve the same effect as the first five minutes.
Perhaps Ayanokouji Kiyohira's heart rate wouldn't just stop accelerating, but might even decrease.
Thinking of this, Yumemi got angry.
What's wrong with Ayanokouji Kiyohira!?
She had specifically practiced eye contact with fans when she was an idol, which was why she could maintain eye contact with others for so long.
Ordinary people, let alone staring for five minutes, would feel uncomfortable even staring for ten seconds and would instinctively look away.
Using her peripheral vision, Yumemi could see many fans in the audience blushing and their hearts racing, conquered by the various expressions she had just displayed.
But Ayanokouji Kiyohira, did he not feel her charm at all, and wasn't he shy at all?
After five minutes of staring, she herself was so shy she wanted to look away, yet he still watched her with a playful expression, his gaze unwavering.
His expression was also calm and nonchalant, as if he didn't treat her as an attractive woman at all.
She absolutely could not be lacking in charm, so it must be Ayanokouji Kiyohira's problem!
Was he a "nan tong" (gay), not liking girls?
No, that's not right. He was clearly a "sea king" (playboy), flirting with Meari and the others, and secretly meeting Miharu Taki Sakura, poaching Mibuomi Aoi's girlfriend.
He was capable of such audacious acts that dared to make enemies for himself, so he absolutely couldn't dislike girls!
Then why didn't his heart rate accelerate because of her expressions...? Could it be that he simply didn't like her?
Darn it!
Compared to losing the match, this seemed even more infuriating. Why could he be interested in Meari but not her? Was she any worse than them?
Yumemi suddenly felt indignant and looked at Ayanokouji Kiyohira with a displeased expression.
Seeing Yumemi's resentful look, Ayanokouji Kiyohira thought she had "run out of tricks," so he suggested, "Yumemi, if you don't know what to do next, why don't you try biting a lighter?"
Although Yumemi didn't know what Ayanokouji Kiyohira meant by that, she understood that it was definitely not a compliment!
Ayanokouji Kiyohira's words were questioning her professional ability!
Yumemi's face was initially full of resentment, but she suddenly thought of something and her smile bloomed again.
At the same time, Ayanokouji Kiyohira suddenly felt a foot step onto his knee.
Initially, Ayanokouji Kiyohira thought Yumemi had accidentally touched him, or it was a small act of revenge, so he didn't pay much attention.
However, he soon realized that Yumemi, after the initial contact, did not shyly retract her foot like other girls. Instead, she left her foot resting on his knee and began to gently sway it, seemingly hinting at her presence.
The table Ayanokouji Kiyohira and Yumemi were using, though called a gambling table, was actually just an ordinary long table covered with a black tablecloth.
The tablecloth was long, like the blanket of a kotatsu, with the excess part covering the floor, enough to conceal both of their lower bodies beneath it.
This gambling table was much smaller than a normal one, equivalent to two school desks pushed together. The two people were very close, and if they stretched out, their legs could easily touch under the table.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira had no idea that Yumemi would take off her shoes in broad daylight and place her small foot, clad in white thigh-high stockings, directly onto his knee.
"Yumemi, what are you doing?" Ayanokouji Kiyohira frowned slightly, unable to resist asking.
"How is it? Don't you like it?" Yumemi deliberately chuckled: "See how good I am to you? I'm even actively offering you a special treat. Aren't you happy? This is a privilege many people envy and can't get..."
Yumemi had turned off her microphone, so no one knew their conversation. Ayanokouji Kiyohira said unceremoniously, "Before talking about liking or disliking, I'm just worried that after you take off your shoes, your foot odor will spread."
"Ayanokoji, you're going too far! What are you saying? How could a beautiful girl's feet smell bad! My feet are fragrant, believe me, smell them!"
Yumemi had a mischievous smile on her face as she lifted and straightened the foot that was on Ayanokoji's knee, placing it directly on his thigh.
With her foot in that position, Ayanokouji Kiyohira could already smell a faint scent.
Yumemi had been singing and dancing on stage, so she naturally had some sweat on her body. After the sweat dried, there was naturally some scent. However, this scent was not unpleasant; instead, it had a unique youthful and fresh scent of a girl's body, which made one feel a little restless.
He didn't know if the scent came from the white stockings themselves or from Yumemi's natural body fragrance...
Regardless of where the fragrance came from, the competition was still ongoing, and it was not the time to investigate the source of the scent.
The cameras were still projecting Ayanokouji Kiyohira and Yumemi's expressions onto the big screen, and their every movement from the waist up was being scrutinized with a magnifying glass.
Both of their hands were on the table, and Ayanokoji couldn't suddenly put his hands down and grab Yumemi's foot to throw it aside.
So, Ayanokoji maintained a cold expression, keeping his upper body still, and then began to shake his legs, trying to dislodge Yumemi's small foot.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira indeed managed to do this, but Yumemi quickly, as if unwilling to give up, put her foot back on his leg after it was shaken off.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira repeated the action, and after Yumemi's foot was shaken off, she stubbornly put it back on again.
After several attempts, Yumemi still refused to give up.
Ayanokouji Kiyohira reluctantly spoke up to remind her, "Hey, Yumemi… Do you know what you're doing? Everyone in the audience is here to see you. If they find out you're resting your foot on my leg right now, they'll be completely disillusioned, won't they?"
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