Hilda finally managed to pull Kana back to the table, but not until she was at the table did Kana feel something cold splash on her head.
"The juice from my spit is suitable for your shameless face," said Siska with a satisfied expression after watering Kana.
Kana turned to look at Siska, who was watering her. A triumphant smile tugged at Siska's lips.
"Why? Angry because I doused you with juice?" Siska asked while crossing her arms in front of her chest with a haughty face.
Kana calmly took a tissue and wiped her wet face, then turned around and took her bag.
"Guys, shall we go home?" Kana asked. It seemed impossible to go to the next class with sticky hair and clothes stained with juice.
"Hey, where are you going?" Siska chased Kana, who wanted to leave.
But Lauren had already held Siska's hand. "What are you doing with your hand?" asked the white girl.
"You don't have to interfere, Lauren," Siska hissed, stomping her hand.
