"Miller!" cried Elmar.
He hugged Jonea from behind tightly. The girl gasped and froze.
'Miller?' thought Jonea. 'Who is this person?'
"Miller, I'm so glad to see you here!" Elmar kept his arm around Jonea's neck from behind and rested his chin on the girl's shoulder.
Jonea rebelled and tried to escape. 'I'm not Miller,' she thought. 'Damn it!'
"Miller, I really missed you, my Underclassman."
Jonea bit Elmar's arm around her neck. Elmar screamed in pain and let go of his hug. He shook his aching hand.
"What is this?" Jonea shouted loudly and turned around. "You… want to harass me? Bastard, man!"
"Oh, sorry!" Elmar froze for a moment. "Sorry, I thought you were Miller. Are you Jonea? At first glance, your faces are very similar. Moreover… your hair is also short. We last met at a cha
