Light rapidly dwindling in the dark. Nagumo (Nagumo) Hajime gazed at the disappearing light with a fearlessly distorted look as he cuddled his groin to a feeling of unconscious reach or grasp and uninterrupted fall.
Hajime is currently admiring a deep cliff reminiscent of Naruto. The visible light is the light on earth.
During his quest for the dungeon, Hajime fell into a huge rift of earth, finally continuing to fall to the depths where the light could not reach him, and in the midst of becoming dark, he saw a running horse lamp as he heard the wind called Gogoo.
The experience of the inequality that I, the Japanese, have experienced by coming to this world, which is somewhat too hard to describe in terms of dreams and hopes of fantasy, and the unhappiness that I am currently experiencing in a progressive way.
Monday. That's the most depressing (depressing) start day of the week. I'm sure the vast majority of people will exhale in the coming week and think of heaven until the day before.
And that was no exception to Nagumo Hajime. However, in the case of Hajime, not only was it a hassle, but the school was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but it probably included the depression of the late.
Hajime managed to open the doors of the treadmill classroom with her fluttering body all night long, attending a critical school where, as usual, the starting chime would be.
At that moment, the majority of the boys in the classroom receive a tongue-in-cheek glance. No female student has a friendly look either. If you're indifferent, you're still good, and some people obviously turn their expressions of contempt.
Hajime headed to his seat to be as unconscious as possible. But there are those who come out a little bit every time.
"Oh, creepy! Another game all night? You've been pornographic anyway, haven't you?
"Wow, creepy. You're such a jerk all night long with porn."
Guerraggera and laughing boys students about what the hell is funny.
Daisuke Cypress Mountain (Hiyako Still Ishike) is the leader of a student who never gets tired of being entangled in hajime like a routine. There are three people laughing silly nearby: Ryoki Saito, Ryoichi Kondo, and Nobuji Nakano, roughly these four frequently tangled in hajime.
Cypress Mountain is right, Hajime is a nerd. Even so, it doesn't mean I'm not as familiar or ugly with words and deeds as I am cursed with creeps. My hair is cut short and I have no sleeping habits. The answer is clear, although aggressiveness is not the reason why it is not a communal disorder. Adult but doesn't make you feel shady. I simply like creations, comics and novels, games and movies.
The general public certainly has a strong wind against geeks, but by nature, with all the degree of ridicule, they will never be so hostile. So why do all male students reveal hostility and disdain?
The answer is hers.
"Good morning, Nagumo! You're still critical today. Let's come sooner."
One female student walked over to Hajime, smiling with Nico. It is one of the few exceptions to this class, no school or hajime friendly, and it is also the cause of this situation.
The name is Kaori Shirazaki. She is a beautiful girl who is said to be two great goddesses in school and is extremely popular with both men and women. The long, lustrous dark hair that reaches the waist and the big, slightly drooping eyes are terribly gentle. Smaller noses and thin cherry blossom lips line the snug through nose beams in perfect arrangement.
Always smiling, she is often relied upon for school years because of her great care and strong sense of responsibility. It's the depth of nostalgia that I don't think of as a high school student because I take it sincerely without one disgusting face.
Such a fragrant weave often hazy for some reason. Hajime, who sleeps a lot because of the whole night, is considered an unscrupulous student (his grades are averaging) and Kaori is thought to be concerned because of his natural care.
Now, Hajime's class attitude may be improved, or if he is handsome, it may be acceptable for him to have a fragrance weave, but Hate, Hajime's appearance is extremely mediocre, and he can't see any attitudinal improvement because he has "life" as his motto between hobbies.
It is equally unbearable to the mediocre boys that such a hajime can be close to Kaori. "Why, just him!." Female students simply seem uncomfortable with the trouble they are taking on Kaori and the fact that they still don't try to improve it.
"Oh, oh, good morning, Mr. Shirazaki"
What, is this killing you? Hajime returns a greeting with her cheeks drawn (one) while being exposed (sara) to the kind of glance she would like to say.
A fragrant weave with a delightful look on it. "Why do you give me that look!," Hajime sweated cold into a further piercing gaze.
Hajime didn't wonder every time. Why does Kaori, the most beautiful girl in school, care so much about herself? Hajime's eyes just seemed to have something more than the nature of the fragrance weave.
But I'm not going to fall for myself for having romantic feelings, etc., hairy. Hajime has a sense that he cuts off a lot for his hobby. His face, grades and motor skills are mediocre. There are men around her that are not comparable, such as myself. Therefore, her attitude was not surprising.
Or notice this storm of murderous eyes! And plead inside. But I won't put it in my mouth. Because at those moments, I'm sure we'll be forced to take them behind the gym or something...
Three men and women came closer as Hajime was trying to timing the conversation. Includes the "good man" I said earlier.
"Nagumo. Good morning. It's hard every day."
"Kaori, are you baking his care again? Totally, really sweet."
"Absolutely not, you unwilling bastard. I don't care what you say."
The only female student of the three who greeted her in the morning was Shizuku Yae Oak, Kaori's best friend. Long dark hair with ponytail is a trademark. The cut length's eyes are sharp, but the softness is also felt in the back, giving the impression that they are cooler than cold.
For a woman of one hundred and seventy-two centimeters, her height and tight body, the atmosphere of Rin, are reminiscent of the samurai.
In fact, her parents run a swordsmanship dojo called Yae Oak Stream, and Shizukuishi herself, since elementary school, has been a fierce unbeater at Kendo games. She often gets magazine coverage as a beautiful girl swordsman who shows up in the modern era and has fanatical fans. The sight of a junior female student cramping her cheeks with her fever-borne eyes admired by her "sister" is often witnessed.
Next, Hikaru Heavenly River spoke to Kaori with a few (sardines) or stinky lines. With a brave sparkling name, he is the perfect superman with a good appearance, excellent grades, and sports versatility.
Sarah's brown hair and gentle eyes, her skinny but tight body to a height of nearly one hundred and eighty centimeters. Be nice to everyone and have a strong sense of justice (intense assumptions).
He's been a gatekeeper attending Yae Oak Dojo since elementary school, and he's a national class fiend, just like Shizuku. Shizuku is childhood friendly. They have female students who are in love on a dozen basis, but a lot of them haven't gotten to confession in a whim by Shizuku or Kaori they're always with. Still, he's a muscled hottie because he gets confessions at least twice a month regardless of school.
At the end of the day, the tossing boy student is named Ryutaro Sakagami, a good friend of Hikaru. He has eyes that match sharpness and cheerfulness in his short pruned hair, a bear's large physique at a height of one hundred and ninety centimeters, and a brain muscle type that doesn't care about detail, not against appearance.
Ryutaro is a person who loves hard work, hot blood and guts, so he doesn't seem to like the type of person who doesn't seem motivated to just sleep when he comes to school like a hajime. Even now, I just ignore that I'm not interested in laughing with my nose after a glance at Hajime.
"Morning, Yae Oak, Heavenly River, Sakagami. Ha, well, I can say I deserve it, so I can't help it."
Hajime greets Shizukuda back and laughs bitterly. "Oh, my God, what are you talking to Mr. Yaeko on your own? Ah!?" A clearer gaze stings. Shizukuishi is also so popular that she can't beat Kaori.
"If you know that, shouldn't you fix it? I wonder if I'll ever be sweet with the kindness of fragrance weaving. Kaori can't stay with you all the time."
Mitsui advises Hajime. Even in the eyes of Kwanghui, Hajime still seems to be seen as an unscrupulous student who renders the generosity of Kaori unscrupulous.
As for Hajime, he said, "I've never been sweet! Rather leave me alone!" I want to argue aloud, "but if you do that, the compulsion will be executed. Mitsui herself, there are some intense assumptions, so it would be useless to argue is also what causes her to shut her mouth.
And even if they say "fix it," Hajime has no hesitation in putting his hobby at the center of his life. Anyway, his father is a game creator and his mother is a girl cartoonist, so much so that he works part-time at his father's company and at his mother's worksite in preparation for the future.
That skill has already been treated as instant warfare, and the hobby-centric future design is just the same. As a hajime, I don't feel the need to change my current lifestyle no matter what anyone tells me because I live my life seriously. If Kaori didn't mind the hajime, it would have been a haz that ended up with a quiet, discreet student in the first place.
"No, haha..."
Hajime therefore tries to laugh and do it over. but still today our goddess unconsciously drops the bomb.
"? Hikaru, what are you talking about? I'm just talking because I want to talk to Nagumo, right?
The classroom gets noisy all the time. The boys are staring at the hajime with their teeth rattled and cursed to death, and have begun to consider where to take the hajime during lunch break until the Cypress Mountains Quadruple.
"Huh?... Oh really, Kaori is so sweet"
Apparently in the glow Kaori's remarks were interpreted as caring about Hajime. I'm a perfect superman, but because of that, I have the drawback of not questioning my correctness a little bit, and that's where it's troublesome - and Hajime looked at the blue sky through the classroom window in a way that escaped reality.
"... I'm sorry, huh? No offense to both of you..."
Shizuku, who knows the most about relationships and the mood of each person on this occasion, sneaks up and apologizes to Hajime. Hajime still laughed bitterly, clapping his shoulders "I had no choice".
Within doing so, a chime of initiation rang and a teacher came into the classroom. Tell them what to contact in the morning so that they are not used to the strangeness of the air in the classroom or anything. And, as usual, Hajime traveled to the world of his dreams, and the class began as a matter of course.
Kaori smiled when she saw such a shark, Shizukuishi laughed bitterly at the big man in a way, the boys struck their tongues, and the women turned their contemptuous gaze.
At the blurring of the classroom, Hajime felt his consciousness awaken. My body remembers when to wake up because I am a habitual sleeper. From that feeling, apparently we're in for a lunch break.
Hajime wakes up a body that was stuck up and takes out a classic lunch that can be charged in ten seconds with gossip.
Somehow looking over the classroom, the purchasing group has already popped up and the number of people is decreasing. Still, Hajime's class still had about two-thirds of the students left because of the large number of lunch boxes, in addition to which Aiko Hayama (twenty-five), a fourth hour social studies teacher, was colluding with several students in the lecture room.
- Jirurururu, Kirupon!
Quickly, Hajime, who charged his afternoon energy in ten seconds, tried to ram him to his desk asking if he would sleep another night. But let that happen, and our goddess, for Hajime in a way, the devil will come to Nico and Hajime's seat.
Hajime groaned inside "Shit," he said. Sometimes Monday seemed a little overslept. Usually it's a classic to leave the classroom and take a nap in a discreet place before engaging with Kaori, but they worked plain all night for two days on the boulder.
"Nagumo-kun. It's unusual, you're in class. Lunchbox? Would you like to join us?
Hajime screams in his heart (of course) as the disturbing air begins to fill the classroom again. No, are you sure you don't want to do this anymore? and an unintentional dialect almost popped up.
Hajime tries to resist.
"Ah, thank you for inviting me, Shirazaki. But I'm done eating, so why don't we eat with you guys at Heavenly River?
That's what I'm saying, I make lunch packages that have been sucked out of their contents like mummies look hilarious. And he said, "Oh, my God!" It's going to seem, "but it's somewhat better than needles all the time during the lunch break.
But the goddess just goes after him if he doesn't make sense of that degree of resistance or something.
"What! That's all for lunch? No, we need to eat properly! My lunch box, I'll split it for you!
(Please give me a break already! Notice! Notice the air around you!
The Savior appeared as Hajime was sweating cold at the increasing pressure for a moment. These are the glows.
"Kaori. Let's eat together over here. Nagumo doesn't seem to have enough sleep yet. I won't allow you to eat delicious handicrafts of fragrant weave while you sleep, will I?
This fragrant weave is kyotoned by the glow of a refreshingly laughing and exhaling disturbing line. With a bit of dullness or nature in it, the handsome smiles and lines of glow don't seem to work either.
"Huh? Why do you have Mitsuhei-kun's forgiveness?
Shizukuishi blew out "buffoo" unexpectedly at the fragrant weave listening back with vegetables. Kwong Fai is laughing and talking about this like trouble, but in the end, the fact that a school one famous quartet is gathered in Hajime's seat remains unchanged and the pressure of gaze does not weaken.
Hajime fooled herself with a deep sigh.
(Wouldn't you like to be summoned to another world? I don't care how you look at it, this quartet, it's going to have an atmosphere where you're going to get caught up in something like that....... can anyone summon me as god or princess or witch in some world ~ ~)
Hajime flies radio waves to other worlds to escape reality. As usual, I almost raised my hips to cloud and disperse my tea with a bitter laugh...
Frozen.
Because before Hajime's eyes, a pure white glowing circle and geometric pattern appeared at the foot of the glow. The students immediately noticed the anomaly. Shining prints as if they were all in a gold bondage as well - keep an eye out for what is commonly referred to as a magic formation.
Its magic formation gradually grew in radiance and expanded to size enough to fill the entire classroom at once.
With anomalies looming to my feet, the stiffness finally unravels and screams the students. Dr. Aiko, who was still in the classroom, shouted, "Everybody! Get out of the classroom!" It was at the same time that I shouted and glowed like the glow of the magic formation exploded.
A few seconds, a few minutes, or by the time the classroom painted brightly white by the light regained color again, there was no one there already. In the kicked down chair, open lunches, scattered chopsticks, pet bottles, and classroom equipment were disappeared only by the humans who were there as they were.
This incident greatly disturbs the public as a mass divine cover-up in daytime high school, but that's another story.