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Chapter 245.

    Chapter 245.


    <strong>Chapter 245. The Valentine’s Day School Dance:<b> What’s Troubling Alicia. (5/5)</b></strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I had no idea.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What was she doing?


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I passed through the hallway, I discreetly peeked at the camera and discovered there was still paper blocking it. Rosa hadn’t cleaned up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If she was outside, why had she fixed the chair but not removed the paper yet? Unless… she couldn’t remove it…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why wouldn’t she be able to remove it though?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was I wrong to assume she was outside?


    <span style="font-weight:400">If she wasn’t outside… then… did that mean she was inside and I somehow missed her? Impossible, her red hair and red eyes stuck out from a crowd like a sore thumb. The lights had been turned on by that point as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">No, maybe she was outside after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What was I missing here?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was too curious and dying to know the trick. What was it?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I racked my brain retracing all my steps from the second I got to school trying to find any sort of discrepancies.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Atst, I found one. It was somethingpletely inconsequential at first nce. When we got to the gymnasium there were two people sitting behind the table. Meaning… there were two chairs at that time. However, when I exited earlier, there was only one chair behind the table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What happened to the other chair? Where did it go? Someone had moved it inside to sit down on it. Yes, that easily exined it. But I was an author who could weave together a possible story behind the mystery of the missing chair. Rosa moved it. If I drew that conclusion, what did it mean?


    <span style="font-weight:400">She wanted me to take that chair. She couldn’tmunicate it to me, so she removed the other chair. Now that I thought about it, the bespectacled blond… was she not sitting in a chair?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It suddenly all clicked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What could Rosa have done to ensure she wouldn’t be caught?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It felt like electric currents were racing through my brain as Rosa’s actions became obvious. She was the bespectacled blond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How did she do it?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did she have one with her? Hell no.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did she have one in her locker? I doubted it. Even if she did, she’d have to go back to her locker and be caught on cameras without a disguise.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Where did she get it then?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The theatre club.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Their club room? No.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d be spotted on the way there by cameras. She needed a disguise from elsewhere. There just happened to be somewhere in this gym that had what she needed. Where was it?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Where else would a theatre club use?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The stage. The stage behind the DJ with the curtains closed. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they kept some useful stuff back there. Rosa must have snuck up the stairs to the backstage area which wasn’t guarded by any teachers. That must have been where she also got the paper. It must have been left over from what they used to cut out the heart-shaped decorations that were hung up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Genius. My girlfriend is a freaking genius assassin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She probably took a mask to fully hide her face as well. At least, I would have. I wouldn’t put it on right away though. Rather, I’d hide it inside my zer. I’d wear the wig on the way out. As for her red eyes, I figured she had a special set of tinted sses that she used to make her eyes appear brown rather than red. After that, she entered the boys'' change room by the exit on the stage side area where there weren’t any cameras.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The girls'' change room was set up in a different area at the center of the long wall the second-year students upied below the bleachers on the second floor. There was a side room there with a window that could be opened up to the gymnasium side to set up a small shop to sell food and drinks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Inside the boy’s change room, she put on the mask to obstruct her facial features while the wig hid her hair. The sses she had on under the mask altered her eye color. It was an impromptu disguise but it worked perfectly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that, she was able to slip out into the branch hallway through the exit by the boys'' change room in full disguise without ever drawing anyone’s suspicions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">From there, she blocked off any cameras she passed by with the paper left over from the decorations. How did she stick the paper to the cameras? Using the double-sided duct tape that was also left over from what was used to make some do the decoration. Why not just use duct tape alone on the camera? It was simple.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The way she made use of the duct tape would likely solve that mystery. She could attach a long t piece of double-sided duct to the paper then make it so the duct tape only contacts the rim of the camera. It could be easily removed this way as wellter on. If she just stered the duct tape on directly, it would be harder to remove. It would make for a much faster clean-up process. She had to jump to reach the cameras after all. It was overall much easier to both apply and remove it in this manner.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The more I thought over what she did I realized how manyyers there were to such minute decisions in such a short period of time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once she got back to the gymnasium entrance, that was the location of her final trick. The chair she tampered with. A string. It had to be a string attached to the front leg raised up off the ground. The door on her side was closed. There must have been a long loose string passed under the door. That was why she was strategically positioned there. So she could hide the evidence of the chair being used to block off the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While everyone would be distracted trying to open the door, she’d yank on the string under the door to pull the chair to the corner. When the door opened up, it would end up hidden behind the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a wless magic trick. An illusion veiled in multipleyers of deception. The reason why she wouldn’t want to remove the paper from in front of the cameras was to keep the trick hidden.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While everyone was focused on exiting the gymnasium, she’d return everything she borrowed from backstage which was hidden beneath her zer. It was truly the perfect crime.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Except for the loss of my zip-up hoodie, I guess. Haaaaah. Clothes weren’t cheap. There was no way I’d be getting that back though. That was in the hands of the student council vice president now. Wait, was it? Now that I think about it, when I passed by her I didn’t see it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Oh! Did Rosa retrieve that too? The vice president probably got up soon after to try and open the door and forgot about it. Rosa who was right beside her could have yoinked it from under their noses and hid it inside her zer as well while everyone was distracted with the door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, all of this was still nothing more than mere spection though. If she returned the hoodie to me, it’d effectively prove the conspiracy theory of Rosa being disguised as the bespectacled blond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While I’d made all these deductions in my head, I’d retrieved my bag from my locker and stored away my new shoes. It had actually taken me quite a bit of time to put all the pieces of the puzzle together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the time I finished up my internal post-analysis of the events which transpired at the school dance, I’d arrived at work. There were still ten minutes until our shift started. Rosa wasn’t here yet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I got changed into my work clothes and waited at the back for a bit. Five minutester the backroom door opened up. It was Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Took you long enough.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! There was a lot I had to do today.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You had a lot of work to do? But it was just a school dance, right? Did you get dragged into helping with the clean-up or something?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Yeah. There was so much cleaning up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“By the way… do you have my hoodie?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa’s body twitched.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your reaction tells me I’m correct. You were the blond bespectacled girl sitting down beside the exit when I passed by.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way~ how’d you figure it out? I thought everything I did was wless this time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The pencil in the exit wasn’t exactly where I left it and I looked at the camera by chance and noticed there was paper in front of it. That led me down a long rabbit hole of discoveries. I’m honestly astonished.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How much did you figure out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Everything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. Everything? I don’t believe it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I opened my mouth and exined every single step from beginning to end that I’d deduced including the questions I found myself asking along the way to arrive there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My exnation took up our entire shift because I had to stop whenever we had to deal with customers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the time I finished my exnation, Rosa was pouting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">On our way home from work, Rosained, “This is ridiculous. Just when I thought I came out on top you go and solve everything without me even getting a chance to brag or boast about any of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So? Was there anything I missed?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Grrrrr…. No. Nothing. Somehow, you got it all. Next time though… I’ll make sure you’ll never figure it out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, there is one thing I’m curious about though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How’d you clean up the papers after that? You originally had a mask on when you went around putting them up, but you snuck off and returned everything you borrowed while everyone was exiting, right? Did you just leave them to fall off on their own or leave them for security to remove them?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! You did actually miss something then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There was an ulterior motive to retrieving your hoodie. It’s a reversible hoodie that’s brown on the inside. I ran around school with the brown to the outside after I returned everything. The hood hid my hair and just looking in the opposite direction as the cameras while removing the paper was enough to hide my facial features. When the coast was clear and no one was looking I removed them. That was why I wanted them to be easy to remove.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! That’s not a bad idea. I never wear the brown side. Ipletely forgot that this hoodie was a reversible one.” I facepalmed when I realized I’d overlooked something so simple.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This way you can still keep using it in the future. Nobody got a good look at your face in it and you weren’t caught on camera. It’s not a very unique hoodie either, so even if someone from school sees you in it, they won’t jump to conclusions and assume it was you. The most unique thing about it is how it’s reversible, but you never wear the brown side anyway. Nobody would have noticed it was brown on the inside either as it was still dark in the gymnasium when I retrieved it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. You really are the best girlfriend a guy could have.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah~ heheh, I’m the best, so praise me more~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Rosa finally got a minor little victory, her mood improved significantly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When we arrived home, to my relief, the Valentine’s saga had finallye to a close... at least… for the time being.
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