In Japan, due to the "Yutori Education" promoted in public schools, the level of classroom instruction is relatively low and dismissal tis are early. Students find it difficult to cope with entrance exams relying solely on in-school learning.
A thing called "cram school" or "juku" thus erged in response to demand.
According to a Ministry of Education survey, even among elentary school students alone, the proportion participating in tutoring exceeds fifty percent!
And in Class A, where academic ability reigns supre, a legendary figure even erged who began attending after-school tutoring sessions just one week into the school year.
"Therefore, for a high school student, attending tutoring is not a shaful thing. On the contrary, it proves that the student possesses ambition. Do you understand, Morishita Ai?"
Inside the classroom, Fuyuji sat backwards on his seat, reading aloud from the answers he had searched up on his phone, earnestly lecturing Morishita on the benefits of tutoring.
Morishita nodded deeply in agreent. "I see. So, if one struggles to handle exams, one should go to tutoring. Today, I have learned sothing new and fresh."
"..."
Fuyuji went berserk. "In any case, I'm going off to grind for the next few days. First, just go play with Yamamura on your own. If sothing cos up, call my phone. That's all."
The humiliated Fuyuji grabbed his schoolbag and turned to the other side. Shiraishi had already finished packing her things long ago, her hands resting quietly on her knees as she waited for him.
"Let's go, Shiraishi-san."
"Da~"
Shiraishi's snow-white hand was mostly tucked inside her sleeve, only a small portion of her fingers peeking out. She waved them gently at Fuyuji. "We need to wait a little longer. There's another classmate who will be joining us for tutoring."
Another classmate? Joining for tutoring?
"Masaka..."
Fuyuji's eyes gradually lit up. "There's soone else in class just like ?!"
"My apologies for being just like you!" A slightly forceful voice cut into the two's conversation.
A girl with purple hair, also wearing a shoulder bag, her hair tied in a half-ponytail with two hair clips on her head, appeared beside them.
"What's your Japanese score?" An expectant voice trembled slightly.
"Haah? Nine points. What, is nine points strange? Aren't you also at nine points?" Kamuro Masumi looked as if her fur had been ruffled, her face full of impatience.
"Nothing."
Fuyuji suppressed his surging emotions. A hundred feelings mingled in his heart. A thousand words ultimately converged into one exclamation: "My brother!"
"Are you mocking ?" Kamuro unconsciously lowered her hands, which had been folded across her chest.
"No, brotha..."
"Tch!" Kamuro clicked her tongue in displeasure. "The people in class really weren't wrong. You are a weirdo."
Fuyuji was speechless. Moved, he said, "Yes, I am a weirdo. Although I don't know your na, it doesn't matter. After teaming up with today, you will automatically beco a mber of Class A's Weirdos."
Shocked by this behavior, Kamuro silently retreated two steps, unconsciously adopting a defensive posture.
"Who wants to team up with you?!"
"Aren't we in the sa group? Going to tutoring together is a rare and precious friendship in student life."
"Where does that kind of friendship co from?! I don't acknowledge it!"
"Alright, alright."
Shiraishi stood up with a laugh and inserted herself between the two, separating them. "According to the original plan, let's head to the library."
"A statent upfront: I have no interest in graduating from Class A. You don't need to use that kind of thing to order around. I will act according to my own will."
Kamuro shot Fuyuji a deeply disturbed glare. After dropping this line, she strode off on her long legs, leaving on her own.
Another fiercely independent girl. The girls of Class A truly live up to the title of modern independent won.
"Well then, let's be off too."
Shiraishi waved gently towards Morishita, who was still seated in her spot. A smile of amusent flickered in her eyes. "See you tomorrow, Morishita-san."
"Goodbye."
Morishita sat with her back to the two, her chin propped on one hand, as if captivated by the drifting clouds outside the window.
"Leaving now, Morishita." Fuyuji said softly.
"Please hurry up and leave, Nine-Point Fuyuji Mikage!"
"I'll et up with you two for dinner later. Where do you plan to go?"
"Conveyor belt sushi."
"Save a spot."
"Got it."
"I've recently been preparing to capture a pigeon that can do backflips. I'll take you to see it in a few days."
"Liar..." Morishita muttered.
"You set the ti."
"Saturday, four in the afternoon."
"Alright."
...
The library at Advanced Nurturing High School had a rich collection of books, and its floor space was naturally quite large. Fuyuji and the others found a spot very easily.
Setting down his bag, Fuyuji did a quick sweep of his surroundings and spotted Ichinose Honami, who was smiling brightly and waving at him.
After returning the smile, Fuyuji roughly counted the Class B students around her. Just among those he could recognize, there were over a dozen.
It had to be said, Class B's proactiveness was truly very high. Their degree of unity also surpassed Class A by more than just a margin.
Continuing his scan of the surroundings, it seed students from Class C and Class D hadn't appeared here. Haven't they gotten organized yet?
Horikita-san, your goal of rising to Class A seems far off in the distant future.
"Well then, let's officially begin."
Inside the library, with a relaxed tone, Shiraishi took two test papers out of her schoolbag and handed one to each of them.
"Since I don't know your specific actual level, and the quiz only had a few questions, today we'll try doing this test paper. Try not to consult other materials. Then I'll judge your weak points based on the mistakes and provide targeted reinforcent."
"As expected of Shiraishi-san. You really know how to get things done." Fuyuji accepted the paper and praised.
"Thank you for the complint." Shiraishi raised a hand to cover the corner of her mouth.
"I'll leave blank anything I can't do." Kamuro was brief and to the point.
"Fufu~ That's the best way to do it."
Fuyuji turned his head and glanced at Kamuro, who sat two seats away and hadn't said a word. He felt like this girl was a bit wound up.
"How long this tutoring session will take is uncertain. The goal is to get you to seventy points, so that even if the exam difficulty suddenly increases, you should still be able to score above fifty."
Mm, mm... She's thought it through quite thoroughly. As expected of Shiraishi Mama.
"I have the past Japanese exam papers from last year here. This will be the final test. Once you achieve seventy points on this, the tutoring will be considered complete."
I see. Using last year's past papers as a benchmark. After a year, the exam difficulty shouldn't differ too much. As long as you can pass last year's, you'll definitely pass this year's. What a perfect plan.
Fuyuji listened from the side and nodded secretly.
Wait!
Sothing seems off?
A bolt of lightning struck his brain!
chanically, he raised his head with a click-click sound, the corner of his mouth twitching as he watched Shiraishi unhurriedly organizing her schoolbag. He probed tentatively:
"Shiraishi-san, how exactly did you get your hands on that past exam paper?"
"You an this?" Shiraishi showed the past paper to Fuyuji and said with a smiling face, "I got it from a senpai I know. She heard I was preparing for tutoring and gave it to ."
"..."
In an instant, Fuyuji's mind experienced the whole process from the Big Bang to planetary evolution to the birth of life.
At this mont, there was only one thought in his heart.
Your senpai and my senpai seem... different...
After a long silence, Fuyuji ultimately decided to tell her the truth.
"Um, Shiraishi-san..." Carrying a deep-seated grudge, he quietly leaned in.
"Mm?"
Shiraishi watched Fuyuji lean in, her expression as calm as ever. Unnoticed, a touch of pink had already tinged her crystalline earlobe soti earlier.
"Actually..."
"Eh?" Shiraishi covered her lips in surprise, her eyelids fluttering rapidly a few tis. In a tone of disbelief, she said, "Is that so?"
"Yes." Fuyuji nodded, suppressing his grief.
"Then... how does Fuyuji-kun know about this?" Shiraishi fixed her gaze on him, a smile that wasn't quite a smile on her face.
"Well, about that..." Fuyuji hemd and hawed.1
"Can we start now?" Kamuro suddenly asked, as if impatient.
"Ahaha, of course we can..."
Fuyuji shot Shiraishi a look, signaling they'd chat later.
Shiraishi nodded gently.
Receiving their papers, the two lowered their heads and began answering. With nothing to do, Shiraishi didn't leave right away either. Instead, she picked out a novel from the bookshelf, sat down beside Fuyuji, and quietly began reading.
Watching those slender fingers, that focused expression, that familiar scent...
The bright sunlight outside the window gradually turned to dusky yellow. Kamuro was the first to finish answering. She handed in her paper, picked up her shoulder bag, and left.
Her purple half-ponytail swayed freely in the air, leaving behind a few traces of fragrance.
"Has she always been like this?" Fuyuji asked, watching Kamuro's departing back.
"She's a truly independent existence within our class, even. In fact, if Katsuragi-kun hadn't requested her on the chat app, she hadn't planned on coming at all. But her physical ability is very good. Among the girls in our class, she's second to none."
"Then perhaps she's the type with a sharp tongue but a soft heart."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because she clearly said herself she doesn't care about graduating from Class A, and she definitely looked pretty impatient just now. Yet she was specifically called out by a single text from Katsuragi. And she didn't seem very used to the library environnt, but still finished the paper before leaving."
"Indeed—"
Shiraishi's words stopped. Her gaze locked onto a feminine notebook on the table.
"She's also unexpectedly a bit careless. I'll give it back to her in class tomorrow." Fuyuji remarked with a sigh.
"I don't think that'll work..."
A smile surfaced at the corner of Shiraishi's lips. She moved the notebook aside. A key card was pressed underneath.
It was probably Kamuro's room key. If this was lost, even if she went to replace it imdiately, it would take a significant chunk of ti.
"A bit troubleso. I'll send her a ssage. Shiraishi-san, on your way back to the dorm, could you return it to her along the way?"
"I made plans with Ryoko to go shopping tonight." Shiraishi blinked and politely declined.
"Then it's up to ." Fuyuji made a swift decision. "It won't take much ti to catch up to her before she gets too far."
A quiet, gentle girl like Shiraishi probably didn't have great stamina. Judging by how those long legs of Kamuro's had been striding along briskly just now, there was no guarantee she could actually catch up.
Imdiately, Fuyuji grabbed the key card and dashed toward the library exit.
"Do your best."
Shiraishi stood up, handed the schoolbag she'd already packed to Fuyuji, and didn't forget to remind him along the way.
"Kamuro-san probably headed towards the convenience supermarket."
"Got it!"
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