Listening seriously in class was a long process.
Ding ling ling—
The pleasant sound of the bell rang, and the students who had been dozing off instantly revived and sat up straight.
The middle-aged teacher writing on the blackboard glanced sideways at the students and then briskly announced:
"Class dismissed."
As if he'd waste his precious break time here.
As an experienced middle-aged teacher, he had long since escaped the lowly habit of saying things like "Just five more minutes" or "We'll end after this problem."
He was now the type to slip out of work faster than anyone else.
"Class is over."
Slumping onto the desk, Rojin collapsed completely.
Who was it that told him classes were fun?
This wasn't fun at all.
Of course, part of that was related to Rojin himself.
A second-year high school student listening to first-year classes feels a kind of superiority.
A college freshman listening to first-grade lessons just feels their IQ being insulted.
This was only a figure of speech, of course. The reality wasn't that exaggerated.
"So, how is it? Are you getting used to things?"
Sakamoto, sitting in front of Rojin, turned around and asked.
The morning sunlight coming through the glass fell over him, giving the already handsome Sakamoto an extra layer of subtle charm.
"He's so handsome."
"Yeah, that boy is the one from yesterday, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard he's super cool."
The whispered comments of the surrounding girls drifted over, making Rojin curl his lip in disdain.
Hah. Women.
"It's fine, pretty easy."
Even though he felt class was a complete waste of time, Rojin still forced himself to say it.
What could he do? He'd offended a certain trigger-happy girl.
He'd been doing perfectly well at headquarters, only to be reassigned to Chiba.
He was even forced to attend school here, and wasn't allowed to be absent without reason when he didn't have a mission.
Thinking of that, his resentment toward that white-haired little launcher deepened.
It was just calling you 'shorty' a few times, and making a gesture over your head!
Besides, he had been in pure despair back then.
"Is that so? Good to hear."
Sakamoto could clearly tell Rojin didn't mean what he said, but he was relieved as long as his friend wasn't rejecting school life altogether.
Having known each other for so many years, Sakamoto naturally cared about him.
Yes, the two had known each other for a very long time.
Back in kindergarten, they were in the same class.
Aside from the two years when Rojin didn't attend school, and the year in middle school when they were in neighboring classes, they had always shared the same class, sometimes even sitting close together.
By the way, they were now second-years.
Their relationship could no longer be described as merely fate.
"Um, excuse me."
A slightly shy girl's voice suddenly came from behind.
The two turned to look. The green-haired girl sitting behind Rojin said timidly:
"Can we exchange contact info?"
?
A question mark practically floated above both Rojin's and Sakamoto's heads.
Second day of school and already a girl wants his contact?
'Your admirer?'
Giving Sakamoto a questioning look, Rojin casually took out his phone.
'No, this is probably for courage training or something.'
Sakamoto immediately understood the girl's situation.
Very shy, but still gathering her courage to try exchanging contact info.
Probably egged on by her friends.
'I see.'
Nodding thoughtfully, the two exchanged contact information with the girl without hesitation.
They did not make any stupid "I don't need friends" scene.
After all, they were just normal students.
"I remember your name is Kawachi Sakura, right?"
Since they'd all introduced themselves yesterday, Rojin had some impression of her.
"It's Kono."
"Oh, right. Kono Sakura."
After saving the contact, the three chatted casually for a bit.
But none of them were truly focused, so the conversation ended quickly.
Rojin returned to chatting with Sakamoto, while Sakura left the classroom.
A pink-haired girl immediately hugged her and said cheerfully:
"Rimi knew Sakura could do it!"
"Come on, get down, Rimi!"
Of course, this had nothing to do with Rojin and Sakamoto anymore.
Pleasant moments are always short; soon, the class bell rang.
Everyone unwillingly returned to their seats.
Time passed little by little under the teacher's explanations and chalk writing.
Finally, the last class of the morning—
"Alright, that's it for this morning."
Clapping her hands, the stylish woman in the white coat spoke energetically.
After yesterday, everyone already knew her name.
Hiratsuka Shizuka, their Japanese teacher and homeroom teacher, nicknamed Iron Fist Teacher.
Of course, no one dared call her that to her face.
"There are still many students without a club. It's best to decide early."
"My suggestion is to find a club you're interested in. If not, just pick a small club and be a ghost member."
Hiratsuka was very serious about this.
In her view, students should have spirit.
What's the point of going home to play games every day like lifeless zombies?
"Teacher! I want to create a gaming club!"
Tomoya, refreshed after the morning break, suddenly stood up and shouted.
"Then… Tomoya, you should discuss that with the Club Management Council."
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Hiratsuka's forehead.
She had already heard of this troublemaker.
He'd played anime songs in the school broadcast room, displayed figurine collections at sports day… he'd done it all.
She had laughed at his teachers back then—only to now suffer the same fate.
How did this student end up in my class?
"Okay!"
Feeling he'd received approval, Tomoya sat down, energized, and immediately began scribbling ideas onto paper.
It was clear he didn't understand at all.
Sighing, Hiratsuka decided to ignore him for now.
Let him be.
"Well then, class dismissed."
Right as she finished speaking, the bell rang. Hiratsuka waved weakly.
The classroom instantly erupted.
A horde of boys with glowing red eyes rushed out of both doors.
Next came a war known as "Buying Lunch"!
However, Rojin and Sakamoto remained calm.
They had already bought their lunch on the way to school.
"Sakamoto, do you have a club?"
Opening his rice ball, Sakamoto replied:
"I guess you could say I do."
"I see."
Taking a bite of his food, Rojin began thinking about clubs.
But before that, something else had come up.
{That fallen angel showed up, right? Bring me some feathers. Enough quantity.}
Looking at the message from the contact saved as "Princess," Rojin felt exhausted.
Her "enough quantity" probably meant plucking both wings bald.
He'd have to think of something.