"Hmm? Are you referring to us being love rivals?"
"...Ah, so I didn't hear wrong."
Zhu Qingyue tapped her forehead against the door panel, much like hammering a nail with a mallet. After a moment of silence, she suddenly burst out yelling towards the door.
"Idiot, how could that kind of thing be possible!"
"Hmm?"
"What do you mean love rivals, in the first place I have nothing to do with men! To have love rivals, first you need to be in love, right? It's like asking which came first, the chicken or the egg!"
"Eh, what are you talking about, you do have a man."
The other person's response was unnaturally natural.
"Though it's a case of pestering endlessly, I only got that from someone else."
"...I totally don't understand what you're talking about."
Zhu Qingyue felt utterly baffled.