After Pia, I experienced the class mixed with other students.

I wondered if I was doing a difficult class that I couldn't keep up with, but it wasn't such a thing at all, and it was just as fast as my high school.

However, the content is quite amazing.

Even though you should have taken the same class as the one I learned in my high school, the clarity is different.

While there was a strong recognition that boring classes were boring, I enjoyed normally.

Teaching classes like cartoons and games, and various ideas.

I also felt the distance between the teacher and the students when I took the lesson.

At this school, the sense of distance is exquisite.

I know you're on good terms, but the teacher and student are clearly drawn, and I was surprised by the teachers who could do it.

Such a thing, after finishing classes in the morning, I have now entered lunch break.

"Oh, Mr. Hido. Thank you for the textbook."

"... I don't care."

Even though I was going to take classes, I had no textbooks, and I was showing a cool girl student next door --- Yukine Hido.

Hido-san is a shortcut that gives a cool impression of pale blue, and the long blue eyes are always half-eyed and seem sleepy.

The fashionable uniform and choker combined seemed to be a bandman.

At first glance, Mr. Hido has an atmosphere that seems to be difficult to talk to, but he was very kind when he talked with courage.

When I thanked Mr. Hidou, the door of the classroom suddenly opened.

"Yukion! I'm rice, let's go eat!"

The tall girls who came into the classroom had the word “flashy” well suited.

The big red eyes are shining shiningly on crimson long hair.

Although the atmosphere that he wears is fun, he looks like a completely female yankee, and walks in front of Hidou-san's desk.

Mr. Hido sighs at the girl student who came.

"Huh ... light. Come in a little more quietly."

"Hmm? Pia, Wariwari! I'll be careful from next!"

"... always it. I gave up already."

Hirudo-san sighed again as if he was stunned, and the tall girl student noticed my presence.

"Hey? Who are you? You don't see her face."

"Oh, oh, oh. It's Yuka Tenjo, who is taking classes today as an experience."

"Oh? Experience? I don't really understand, but it's all right! I'm a Shiranui lamp! Someday I'm the same age, I don't need a honorific!

A tall girl student --- Shiranui Akari laughed with a smile.

Mr. Hidou quietly tells him that he is too nervous about the angry waves.

"... lights, aren't you going to eat rice?"

"Hmm? Pia, that was it! Poo, let's go at last!"

Then, Hikari left him and went to the entrance of the classroom.

"At all ... Yuu. Sorry."

"Well, don't worry."

"Hm ... I also mentioned the light, but it doesn't have to be honorific. The name is Yukino, and I'll call it Yuya."

"That's it ..."

Hidou-san, but I was nodded to Yukino saying so.

"Hey, come early!"

"... Huh."

When the snow came to you, calling you as if you couldn't wait at the entrance, the snow sound sighed and went under the light.

The lights and snow disappeared, and the surrounding area became quiet at once.

But that was just a moment.

Because----.

“Hey Hey Hey! I have something I want to hear but now!”

"Which high school did you attend?"

"What are you learning?"

"Oh, what about club activities?"

"Hey! He's there !?"

"Maybe you're an entertainer?"

"Ah, uh, that ..."

―――― This is because it was praised.

After the snowflakes left, the students in the class rushed in just as they said they were waiting.

In addition, the question of pure curiosity has never been experienced before, and I was wondering how to respond.

: After all, it is an experience student, but transfer students and transfer students are things to worry about.

I don't hate it, but I was confused because I didn't know what to do.

"Hey, aren't you having trouble with the experience students! Lunch will be still, and let's calm down for now?"

The boy was a handsome guy with a short smile dyed in brown and a friendly smile. It's definitely better than a male model who came during the previous shoot or my brother.

I don't get the impression that I'm dyed, but I feel like a refreshing sportsman.

Everyone who asks a question because a boy student calls out apologizes.

"Oh, sorry!"

"Evil, I didn't care."

"Please tell me again after school!"

"Ah, yeah"

Everyone apologized and each began to move for lunch.

As you look at it, a boy student calls out.

"I'm sorry. I'm interested in you, including me."

"Huh? No, thank you! Hmm ..."

"I'm Ryo Igarashi. Ryo is okay. Is it okay to have a good night?

Boy student --- Ryo laughed refreshingly.

Wow …… Smile is dazzling …….

As he was squinting, Ryo tilted his head curiously.

"Hmm? What happened?"

"No ... it's dazzling ..."

"Huh? What is it, don't say weird things."

Liang smiled even brighter.

Yeah, my eyes are going to collapse.

"Ah, yes. You don't know about this school's cafeteria at night.

"Oh, are you good?"

"Oh, you can't refuse me? Let's go!"

What is this handsome guy? I fall in love. I do not fall in love.

"Then, let's just take the word ..."

"Ushi! Suddenly, can I call another friend?"

"It's okay"

When I returned, Ryo called the friend.

"Bo, I'm Shingo Kurata. Thank you, Yu, Yuya."

She was brought to the school by a boy who seemed slightly timid with glasses.

: Yeah, I feel something close.

But it's a strange combination ... I thought that Ryo's friend would bring a sportsman-like child, but Shingo-kun has a rather indoor impression.

I had such a question, but the mystery was soon solved.

"Well, Shingo! Did you see yesterday's" God Robo, the Super Heavy Machine God? "

"I saw it."

"Sure !? It was so hot! I'll tell you if you have any other interesting anime or special effects!"

"Uh, yeah. Of course ...!"

Apparently Ryo seemed to have been advised by Shingo-kun about recommended anime.

What do you mean? ... I'm a good guy and strong in subculture. I think it's good.

When he was looking far away, Ryo spoke to me.

"Ah, do you watch anime at Yuya? I've just started watching it, but it's funny!"

… Ryo is a good boy.

I was able to realize it in this short time.