Chapter 03
The next morning, I came to the classroom with a pair of panda eyes looking resentful, and I almost had the word "all night" carved on my forehead.
The reason is simple. Yesterday, I was caught by the overly enthusiastic Cactus senior and he talked about the math test for a full three hours. At first, I really thought his voice was very nice and wanted to listen to it more.
But I'm not listening to him explain math problems that I don't understand at all!
In short, after enduring three hours of mental torture, I thought I would at least have a good sleep, but mathematics did not let me go, and I had a nightmare.
In my dream, I was standing on a three-foot-high podium, with a gun pressed against the back of my head. The gunman forced me to solve that original math problem.
I didn't dare look sideways, staring at the blackboard intently. I didn't know how I knew the person behind me was my math teacher who always disliked me. Feeling the pressure from the back of my head, my hand holding the chalk trembled slightly. Apart from the final answer '24', nothing else came into my mind.
I felt the beads of sweat on my forehead sliding down the lines of my skin, running across my cheeks and hanging precariously on the edge of my jawline, which in turn gave rise to an itchy feeling.
I want to scratch, but I don’t want to die even more.
Come on, remember! The solution to that question! Why is there only the answer but no solution process?
My mind was torn between the inner and outer worlds, but my hand was honest enough to write down everything I knew. However, even so, there was only one lonely—
Solution: X = 24
I don't even know why I put 24 in there...
The gun behind my head was pushed forward, and the hard muzzle rubbed the roots of my hair, causing some pain. Fortunately, I had my back to him and he couldn't see my funny grinning face.
hateful!
I was thinking "mmp" in my heart, but on the surface I still looked weak and pitiful, "Teacher... I can't... I really can't... I promise that I will pay attention to the class in the future, can you please put it on first?"
Before I could finish the words 'Put down your gun', I was interrupted by a pleasant, low chuckle.
Just when I was wondering when the middle-aged math teacher could laugh so sweetly, a joking voice came from behind me again.
"X=24 is correct, but why can't I find a solution?"
"...I don't know...my intuition tells me to write 24. Do you believe it?"
Honorifics are already being used.
"hehe…"
There was another pleasant low laugh.
By the way, how did the math teacher's voice become so pleasant? It was pleasant yet also familiar and painful, as if he'd had some pleasant yet torturous experience...
"Of course I believe it, Fuji-chan. Didn't I write your 'intuition' down for you? You only remember the conclusion and not the process... You're such a greedy and lazy student..."
The information exploded in my mind, and I suddenly remembered everything—of course I couldn't do this problem, because I copied the solution from Cactus Senior. And then, could this 'math teacher's' voice be so familiar? Could it be Cactus Senior's voice I heard last night?
Sure enough, I must be dreaming!
"Yes, I was dreaming! Congratulations, junior, for finally discovering the truth..."
No, buddy? You won't let me go even in my dreams?
My pupils trembled.
At this moment, the gun behind my head suddenly disappeared, and I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. My neck was stiff from being in the same posture for a long time, so I moved it a few times and then prepared to turn around quietly to look at the cactus senior in my dream.
But the moment he turned around, the dream suddenly collapsed.
Thick fog spread everywhere, covering the latter's entire body. Only a thin and tall young man could be seen. As everything collapsed, he gradually disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
Only one sentence left——
"Good night, Nana."
I immediately replied politely: "Okay, good night, Cactus Senior."
When I woke up from my dream, the sunlight outside the window hit me, so bright that I could hardly open my eyes. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized that I had actually slept on the table all night. No wonder my neck was so uncomfortable.
My phone had died and shut down. I was a bit confused as to why, so I quickly found a charging cable and plugged it in. After a few minutes of stretching, the phone finally had enough power to turn on.
I clicked on the chat page with Senior Cactus, and it showed—
"The call was interrupted. The duration was five hours, forty-five minutes and thirty seconds."
The case is solved. It turns out that he fell asleep due to the voice chat and his phone ran out of battery and turned off.
I put down my phone and went to the bathroom to wash. Halfway through brushing my teeth, I suddenly remembered, what was the last sentence that Cactus senior said in the dream?
He said:
"good evening…"
“…Nana…Nana???”
Wait, is it Nana from Koizumi Nana, or the nai'nai at the end of goodnight?
I almost swallowed the toothpaste foam.
In short, although I suffered mental torture all night, at least when I woke up, the math test paper was basically filled in. The teacher did not give very difficult exercises this time, most of them were basic questions, so I would not feel strange even if I filled it in.
I took out the test paper confidently and waited for the group leader to collect the homework.
You know, usually when I teach math homework, I have to be constantly urged and asked to patch things up from different people's papers. This is the first time I've filled out a paper myself and waited for it to be handed in...
"Oh my god, have you been possessed? You've actually finished your homework today?"
Sister Xiong picked up the test paper on the table, looked at it for a while, and was surprised again.
"And your accuracy is so high... Holy crap, are you really an expert?"
I pretended to be mysterious and replied smugly, "It's called a three-day absence...ah, a night away, one should look at him with new eyes!"
Then I looked around at the people sitting around excitedly, and wondered, "Why hasn't anyone come to collect homework today?"
Sister Xiong put down the test paper and looked at me with a caring look.
"Today is a research day, and the teacher said you don't have to hand in any homework. Didn't you hear that in class yesterday?"
I:"……"
"Ahem...ah, yeah...I remember that was what the homeroom teacher said at the end...I think he was going to...some high school?"
"Youth Academy."
"Oh, yes, yes, that's what I was going to say, hehehe..."
I decided to hate Seigakuen for a second and mourn over the homework I couldn't hand in!
Qingxue's favor -1
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The middle school I attend is located in Tokyo. After the third year of junior high school, they organize study tours to high schools near Tokyo every three months. In fact, this is to allow us to better experience the style and characteristics of each high school, so as to motivate us to achieve good results in the entrance examination and enter the high school we want to go to.
I am not very talented and am lagging behind in math. I guess I can only wait and see which high school that doesn’t have enough students will accept me... Therefore, I have little interest in such research and study activities.
But there is still one advantage of study tours, which is that you can reasonably skip classes!
I ate the snacks I got from Sister Xiong and sat on a bench beside the Qingxue playground, enjoying this rare leisure time very comfortably.
Sister Xiong came running over, sweating profusely, and said excitedly, "Wow, the Qingxue tennis club is really well-deserved..."
"Is it amazing?"
"There are a lot of handsome guys!"
Oh, so that's how it is... Sister Xiong, who always only cared about studying, ended up betraying me...
I groaned inwardly and continued stuffing my biscuits. Sister Xiong enthusiastically pointed me in a direction. Following her finger, I saw a tennis court separated by a net. There were many men and women gathered outside, many of whom were from our school.
Every time a ball hits the ground and the referee announces a score, there are excited shouts from the crowd.
"Now I understand why you're sweating so much..."
Sister Xiong proudly waved her camera. "Of course not! I worked really hard to squeeze into the front row and got a lot of pictures of handsome guys! Shirai said she'd pay 100 yen for each handsome guy, and if I could get a picture of Tezuka Kunimitsu, she'd pay 500 yen!"
I immediately put down the biscuits in my hand and held Sister Xiong's hand affectionately, almost kneeling down on the spot. "Please take me in with you. We can make money together... Are you hot? Come on... Let me wipe your sweat off..."
Sister Xiong enjoyed my attentive service, and then said: "No, Nana, because the dance meeting in the morning will start in fifteen minutes..."
I was shocked: "What kind of meeting will ruin my fortune?!"
Sister Xiong handed me the research society's brochure. "It seems to be a meet-and-greet with a famous dancer, Masako Takahashi, the Japanese-American dancer who just won a major international dance award. It was supposed to be yesterday, but the flight was delayed until today. It was actually something the research society added on at the last minute. The teachers are all so excited and saying... Hey? Nana, what's wrong with you? You look so pale?"
I clutched the study booklet tightly and said absentmindedly, "...I'm fine..."
"But you look so pale? Nana, are you really okay?"
Hearing this, I covered my stomach and said weakly, "Maybe... maybe I have an upset stomach. I need to go to the bathroom. If I can't come back in time, please ask the teacher for leave for me..."
"…Okay, if there's any emergency, be sure to call me right away."
I nodded hurriedly, not daring to meet Sister Xiong's concerned gaze, and just hurried away.
On the road, he accidentally bumped into someone because he was walking with his head down. He didn't even have time to look up at the other person. He just bowed, said "sorry", and hurried away.
Inui Sadaharu looked at my hurriedly leaving figure and Echizen Ryoma who looked thoughtful, and asked, "Echizen, is this someone you know?"
Echizen Ryoma shook his head, then lowered his hat. "No, I just felt... a little familiar... and... forget it."
Is that guy crying?
Still watching the departing girl, Inui Sadaharu adjusted his glasses and fell into deep thought, "But, that pendant on that schoolgirl's backpack looks suspiciously familiar..."
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