The note was only as wide as a finger.
The front read: No contact.
The back read: Trust temporarily.
After reading it, the female student council president crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into her pocket.
Even though it was barely recognizable, burning it was the best step to take, not carelessly tossing it into a trash bin.
"It has nothing to do with the 'Ghost Squad'."
"Can we trust it temporarily?"
The female student council president subconsciously looked toward Jason.
When she saw Jason stand up to get more food once again, the corner of her mouth twitched.
How much had he eaten already?
Enough for thirty people?
Or even more?
Is this a rice bucket?
No!
A bucket wouldn't be enough; this is a rice silo!
Silo as in warehouse!
Although she knew she should be thinking about how to approach Jason next, just watching Jason consume food portion after portion made her feel an uncontrollable surge of emotion in her chest and abdomen.
Keep calm!
