A math teacher runs a white chalk over a blackboard.
It's an issue that was put out in a math II class in the morning.
I'll write the formula on my notebook too, but the answer stays blank.
I have no idea.
If you apply the formula, it's easy to solve, says someone who's good at math.
But even if I applied it to that formula, for some reason, there's no answer to my formula.
After all, math seemed a little early for me in literature.
Teachers walk amongst students who tackle the problems they put out.
I wonder who you want me to answer to.
As the students silently solve the problem, I turn to the next seat.
…………
Naturally, there's a beautiful slope sitting next to me.
I haven't even changed seats, so it's obvious.
But there's no formula ahead of her gaze.
There is a problem with square blanks lining innumerable vertical and horizontal.
A crossword puzzle.
If I find free time in class, she will solve the spare time items that she was trying to move forward with the trick, as if she were writing in her diary.
Can't stop moving the sharpen because she's smart, or is she rich in ideas?
It's so many times faster than the time I spent trying to get her to finish the page.
"You won't be able to spare any time."
Filling the last page briefly, he shrugged as he threw down a sharpen on his desk.
on her back and her big breasts are more accentuated.
I noticed my gaze coming down from her face, and I immediately put my gaze back up.
"Don't solve it like elementary school arithmetic... and that's my dashi"
"Never mind the little things...... and you're bored"
With his cheekstick, Kirasaka stares at the blackboard.
Are you talking about a class issue, a teacher's class description, or an entertainment item I brought you?
If it's the last time, I'll have the hundred yen back.
Because I will buy it again at the Hundred yen store.
"It's true... you're bored"
Whispering words with a small voice, like exhalation.
If the classroom wasn't quiet in class, I would have missed hearing.
It was cold and described her emotions as short, but clear.
"Don't you think so too, Makoto?
"I'm almost always bored..."
"Well, that's what you were like."
She heard my answer and changed her expression just a little bit more pleasantly.
What's so funny?
It's not the face of someone who said he was bored.
But there's a student with a cold gaze at a conversation that only me and her are supposed to hear.
That's her sitting in the front seat a while back......
"Cha-jun..."
"... horror."
Shizuku has a sharp eye and stares at this one.
No, I stare at Beautiful Lusaka.
How long have you been watching there?
Maybe you were just watching me get a little manly right now?
Seriously, I'm scared.
Students sitting around Shizukuishi also feel something similar to the killing spirit that Shizukuishi emits, not knowing why, and are shivering.
In the first place, give me a reason why you noticed me and Kirasaka were talking.
Could it be that or the one called Sixth Sense?
For cartoons and comics, Kirasaka continues the conversation in a whisper with Shizukuza sideways that seems to be even out in a black aura behind her.
"Heh heh, that guy's been getting interesting lately, hasn't he?"
"Then match your expression with your words."
That's kind of beautiful Lusaka, but her face doesn't seem to be back-to-back fun with words.
Their gaze overlaps and they bump into each other with the bees.
The students caught in between are sorry...
I know how uncomfortable it is, the more painful it is.
All I can afford today, I watch the two of you move.
Math teachers are unaware of the two moves because students on the hallway side are asking questions.
"Well, can you solve this problem... Kirasaka?"
"... Yes"
After answering the question, the teacher, looking back, nominates Kirasaka.
On her notebook, instead of answering, she doesn't even write a formula, but she stands up without hesitation.
Stasta and Beautiful Lusaka walking in front attract attention, especially from boys students.
Located at the apex of a beautiful female student, Beautiful Lusaka, naturally but popular.
At a different moment from Shizukuishi, I feel I was stopping for a moment, but soon when I stand in front of the blackboard, I write down the answer to the problem.
My arms never stop writing numbers, not unlike when I was crossword.
In this way, teachers also raise praise to Kirasaka, who gave an exemplary answer.
"It's a boulder beauty slope, I thought it might be a little difficult, but was it easy for you?"
"No......"
What a short reply, she goes back to her seat.
Speaking of which, you're thoroughly cold for the uninterested.
Sit in your seat and glance at my notebook and nod satisfactorily.
The answer she wrote on the blackboard was 9.
But what I wrote to the notebook while she was there was a number 11 that wasn't the correct answer.
"... don't look like a doya"
"So next time I'll teach you math?
Slightly polite verbal beauty Luosaka with couscous and laughter.
I honestly put it on my face and deflect my face without hiding the feeling of being muted.
Sorry, I'm not good at math...