Akane was also not sleeping.
At this time, she was supposed to be on a long phone call with Suzuka.
But for some reason, Suzuka refused to say another word to her today, so Akane could only lie in bed.
Lonely and helpless.
She looked at her phone; the message she had sent to Satoru earlier still hadn't received a reply.
Though it was just some meaningless chatter.
Akane suddenly wondered, what is Satoru-chan doing right now?
He's so good at studying, he must be reading, right?
Studying.
Just thinking about it gave her a headache.
She covered her small head with a pillow.
Actually, her homework wasn't finished yet.
In fact, there wasn't much homework today, and there was only one reason she hadn't finished it.
And it was an irresistible force.
Laziness.
Homework was completely uninteresting.
Besides, she could always borrow Suzuka's homework to copy if she couldn't finish it, so doing it or not was the same, as long as she copied it before the deadline.
But, at this moment, a soft, somewhat cold voice suddenly spoke to Akane in her mind.
Akane, you must study hard.
I'm going abroad later.
You must study hard.
"...Damn it, why are you still trying to seduce me at a time like this!"
Akane angrily threw the pillow that was covering her head.
It hit the wall with a "thwack."
As if the pillow was the owner of the voice.
And precisely because it was the owner of the voice, Akane pouted sullenly, then obediently picked it back up.
Then she gently rubbed it twice.
"I know, I know everything." She murmured to herself, then clenched her fists: "—Alright! Akane! Starting today, study hard! Work hard to go abroad!"
With that, she leaped from the bed.
The balance passed down from the swimming club allowed her to jump directly onto the chair beside the desk.
Then she turned on the desk lamp and began to burn the midnight oil.
Akane admitted that she had been careless this time.
She just wanted to finish the remaining homework, but upon closer inspection, she couldn't do this problem.
Nor could she do that problem.
Damn it, why couldn't she do them? She took out her textbook and reference books and started to look them up.
So it was this formula she hadn't memorized… Wait, the formula couldn't be applied completely either.
Oh, so it needed a slight modification.
Damn it! You're just a mere formula! Aren't you a bit too arrogant and despicable?! How dare you toy with this great one, a human being, like this!!
Akane gritted her teeth while continuously overcoming difficulties, like a great warrior.
When she looked up again.
Ah, it was already past one in the morning.
Akane lay on the bed with an unprecedented sense of fatigue, just about to close her eyes, but a satisfied arc curved at the corner of her mouth.
I actually finished such a difficult problem, I'm amazing! Am I a genius?!
I have to tell Murae about this~~~
She was about to send a message, but then she thought about it carefully; it was late, and besides, she had only worked hard for the first day. It would be too childish to ask for praise now.
She wasn't some kindergarten kid.
Wait, wait until her grades improve a bit, then she'll shock him.
Akane wanted to work hard quietly, then amaze everyone—especially that sinfully cold straight man.
Since he's so good at academics... should she ask him to tutor her?
Akane hugged her pillow.
Now it was fantasy time.
In the library after dusk, she looked at her book, and Satoru looked at her.
A gentle breeze blew the curtains, and Satoru's voice brushed against her earlobe.
"Hey, baby, this problem should be done like this—"
"Hehehehe, hehehehehehehe, hehe, hehehehehe!"
Akane kicked her legs wildly.
Cough, cough, no! This won't do any good for improving her grades; instead, she'll fall for his mother's honey trap.
Maybe she won't be able to resist fighting with his tongue again.
—In that regard, she had never won.
Thinking of this, Akane lit up her phone screen again.
Knowledge must be learned.
Positions must also be learned.
Only then can it be a healthy rose-pink high school life.
She began to search for positions that could make a boy beg for mercy… She flipped through several websites, but none were very satisfactory.
As for things like using both hands, she had already tried them, and wasn't she easily handled?
Immediately after, she widened her eyes, seeing a Word document in the form of a thesis.
Its name was "The Biting Art."
The slogan displayed was, "A woman's mouth is never just for kissing."
As a healthy female high school student, Akane had heard of such things, even if she hadn't experienced them.
But as for the exact operational steps and the level of technical skill involved, she really didn't understand much.
She swallowed hard.
Tremblingly, she opened the thesis.
Then the first sentence at the beginning: "As is well known, as long as you grasp a man's handle…"
Akane watched intently.
Her straight legs firmly clamped the pillow she was hugging.
Then some terrifying thoughts began to explode in her head.
"Satoru-chan… should… like it, right?"
She murmured to herself.
…
"…Mm, thank you very much, yes, mm, I understand." Suzuka nodded repeatedly while listening to the phone, "It's already this late, I'm really troubling you… I hope I didn't disturb your studying?"
She looked worriedly at the clock on the side, which showed one o'clock, while the person on the other end of the line chuckled and said:
"You're welcome, I was just… uh, watching anime. You can always ask me about anything related to your studies."
"Mm, thank you, then you… also go to bed early."
Suzuka whispered to the phone with tender affection: "Good, good night."
After speaking these two important words, she waited anxiously for the person on the other side to say goodbye to her.
The young man on the other end of the phone smiled gently and said softly:
"886."
"Clack."
The phone was hung up.
Suzuka stared blankly at the "beep-beep-beep" of her phone, her eyes about to go blank and unfocused, when she forcefully slapped her cheeks, bringing her consciousness back.
No, it's okay, Suzuka, you've already tried very hard.
Suzuka told herself, then glanced at the time on the alarm clock again.
One might ask, which girl in the world could chat with Satoru until so late? Although the topic always revolved around "trigonometric functions," which was indeed a bit regrettable.
But still, being able to chat to this extent was already very impressive.
Suzuka lay on the bed and began to roll around excitedly.
Suzuka thought, "Now… I must be the girl with the closest relationship to Satoru, right?"
Even Miyajima-senpai wouldn't talk to him on the phone for so long, because Satoru definitely wouldn't understand third-year high school knowledge…
Heh, heh heh.
Maybe we can even hold hands in the future~~~
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