At long last, the end of the first semester has come, but that just means an even greater challenge: final exams. Things take a strange turn when it appears there is no examiner. Is this a trick to get the C-type students to let their guard down? But a shadowy figure appears with a familiar voice.
Love, love.
حُب، حُب
Love, love, love~
Amor, amor.
Amor, amor.
Je l’aime ! Je l’aime !
Love, love.
Amor, amor.