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The turbulent cultural festival has come to an end, and peaceful everyday life has returned.
On the second day, I had a little trouble with my childhood friend, but other than that, I enjoyed it more than I expected.
I think I contributed to my class’s performance, and as a result, our class received the second-highest rating among the performances.
Incidentally, the second-year students’ haunted house won the grand prize.
All in all, it was a cultural festival where the difference in effort really showed, so I’d like to enjoy the preparation process a bit more next year and beyond.
Taking down the decorations felt a bit lonely.
It took nearly a month to set everything up, but taking it down only took a day.
The school building, gymnasium, and grounds all returned to normal in an instant.
Speaking of which, I haven’t had any contact with Kako since that day.
In fact, we haven’t even spoken a word to each other up until now, several days later.
Part of it was because I snapped out of it after talking to Reisa, but I also didn’t make an effort to talk to her either.
The reason I got so caught up in my thoughts at that moment was probably because the cotton candy triggered memories of the past.
After all, past memories are subject to revision, and they’re not all unpleasant.
That’s why I ended up feeling an odd sense of sympathy for her.
Additionally, after that, I heard from Yamayoshi, who happened to come out of the restroom in front of me, that Kako was suffering from heatstroke due to the direct sunlight outside.
I heard she went to the infirmary, so there was no point in me, who is disliked, showing up there, so there was no opportunity to talk anyway.
Well, that’s how my studious life returned.
The weather was nice, and the breeze felt pleasant on this autumn morning.
On such a perfect day for studying, I was frozen in place, staring at the memo in front of me.
[Edano, lunch break at 1:00 PM, come to the staff room.]
The short note, a so-called summons memo, made me break out in a cold sweat.
It was my first summons since entering high school, and I was terrified.
What should I do? I can’t think of anything I did wrong.
To be honest, I’m a well-behaved student with good grades.
I’ve never failed to submit assignments or slept in class and angered the teacher.
I’ve never engaged in violent behavior or broken school rules.
In fact, our high school’s rules are pretty lenient, so there’s almost nothing to break.
That’s why I’m so terrified because I have no idea why I was called in.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a beautiful exchange student humming a tune and skipping around the classroom.
I mustered up the courage to stand up and approach her.
“Um, Reisa?”
“Oh, it’s Tsukushi. What’s up?”
As soon as she noticed me, she flashed a dazzling smile, causing a few boys around her to stare.
But I’m used to it, so this kind of thing doesn’t faze me anymore.
I took the note I had brought with me out of my pocket and showed it to Reisa.
“Hey, what do you think this summons means?”
“Maybe it’s just a normal conversation?”
“About what?”
“…Hmm, I get what you’re thinking, Tsukushi. Tsukushi, you think I’m used to being called out because I’m a bad student, don’t you?”
“Gulp.”
“Hey, hey, you shouldn’t say that out loud.”
I blurted it out because it was so spot on.
Reisa, until recently, was an unquestionably irresponsible student who regularly failed her exams.
She’s often scolded by teachers, so I assumed she had been called out before.
My rude thoughts were exposed, and I apologized.
“I’m sorry.”
“What do you think of me? I’ve only been called out about five times, so I don’t get it.”
“No, it’s quite a lot, isn’t it?”
“Haha. Is it that much?”
I was amazed at Reisa’s cheerful laughter.
I wanted her to take back her apology.
Five times in half a year since she entered school means she’s been called out almost every month.
She’s already in the realm of a super problem child.
“Haa, so you’re a regular after all.”
“Wait, did you just say ‘after all’? That’s so mean !”
“Which one of us?”
There’s no point in the two of them talking nonsense, so I hold my head in my hands.
In any case, unlike Reisa, I don’t live a life that gets me scolded.
It doesn’t seem like it will be very helpful.
“Well, it’s not like it’s decided that I’ll get scolded. …I can’t think of any other reason either.”
“Ah, I’m starting to feel anxious.”
“Should I go with you?”
“No, thanks. If I do that, Nagisa will be alone during lunch break.”
“True, Nagisa will start crying if left alone, right?”
It’s a bit pitiful that Nagisa is being treated like a toddler.
That said, I’d be embarrassed to be scared by something like this.
I don’t really want my lunch break studying to be interrupted, but I can’t move forward with the conversation unless I go, so I guess I’ll just have to make up my mind.
I hope it’s not a big deal.
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And so, the long-awaited lunch break arrived.
I trembled as I headed for the staff room as instructed.
As soon as I entered, my homeroom teacher, who had called me, came over, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Oh, Edano, you’re early.”
“Well, what is this about…?”
“Alright, I’ve reserved a small classroom, so let’s talk there.”
“Huh?”
I was surprised by the unexpected two-step destination announcement.
My gaze was fixed on the heavy-looking envelope the teacher was holding.
What on earth is this?
Also, why won’t this person just get to the point?
Everything was so confusing that my tension skyrocketed.
I was sweating profusely, even on my back and sides, and I started to feel cold.
Ignoring my growing sense of unease, the teacher walked briskly ahead.
Since I didn’t have much of a relationship with the teacher, either good or bad, being alone with him made me feel tense.
Unaware of my feelings, the teacher unlocked the door to the small classroom and entered.
I followed behind and sat down at my seat as instructed.
Then, the teacher sat across from me at the desk, reached for an envelope, and looked straight at me.
For some reason, the teacher also smiled slightly with a slightly tense expression.
“Edano.”
“Yes.”
“Are you interested in the medical school’s recommended admission program?”
The unexpected words echoed strangely in the room with just the two of us.
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