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“We’re going to change seats now.”
The voltage in the classroom goes through the roof with such a single word from the teacher.
I think that for students, changing seats is like a blind date for university students and adults.
If the person sitting next to you or in front of you is a girl, you get to know each other and fall in love, just like at a blind date party where good girls come.
On the other hand, the moment they find out it’s a guy, the tension drops to a low level. That’s why it’s made into a song in the school tradition.
I’d like to think it’s the same for girls.
“I made the number lottery, so please draw from here~. The order of drawing is …… from the winner of the rock-paper-scissors game between Muranaka and Tahara.”
The ones named were Muranaka Shota, who was sitting in the front right of the classroom, and me, who was sitting in the back left.
Me and Muranaka-kun stood up slowly, and the people sitting close to each of us cheered variously, saying things like ‘win~’ and ‘please~’.
I, a shy guy, was also cheered at that time.
At that time, I could see Ryuki, who was sitting close to my opponent Muranaka, whispering something to him, but I didn’t pay attention to it.
“”The first time is goo””
The teacher shouts ‘one two’ and everyone in the class starts playing rock-paper-scissors-scissors, a famous cliché
In such cases, is it better to win or lose?
It is said that you must win first, and there is also a saying that there is good luck in leftovers.
“”Rock, paper, scissors.””
There’s no point in worrying about something like this in rock-paper-scissors, so I decided to play the same move I always play first
“”Pon!””
In response to the goo I clenched and put out, Muranaka-kun put out a paper.
While my classmates were happy and sad to see the result, I met the eyes of Ryuki, who was looking at me with a smirk.
Did he know about my rock-paper-scissors habit and give instructions to Muranaka-kun?
“Then, everyone should take turns to draw the teacher’s handmade lottery tickets. Also, these tickets will be collected, so don’t throw them away or mess them up. It would be troublesome to assign seat numbers at random, so the number 1 is from Muranaka. From there at your seat, the order in which you draw the lottery is the number~”
At the same time as the teacher’s voice, a queue begins to form in front of the box containing the lots.
I was the last to lose the game of rock-paper-scissors, so I watched everyone else.
There are those who drew number one, those who drew the front-most seat in the middle, and those who drew the seat behind.
The guys who haven’t yet decided who’s next to them watch with bated breath to see where their seat will be.
“Number 30!!!!”
These words were met with several cries of sadness, more intense and thicker than those of the result of rock-paper-scissors.
Number 30, that’s the second row from the very back window. Exactly next to where I’m sitting now.
For a moment I thought that last time I would have been next to her, but that thought quickly disappeared because I knew she wouldn’t want to be next to me.
The girl, who is not supposed to know the feelings of such a boy, calls out
“No. 24! I’m next to Hina~”
Then, the right neighbourhood of Matsumura was filled, which lowered the motivation of the boys who were about to pull out.
The drawing of lots continued without incident from there, and finally it was my turn to draw.
I said I was going to draw, but there was only one card left in the box.
I take out the one remaining lottery ticket, which looks like a lonely me, open it and look at the numbers written on it.
36
36, isn’t that still the same seat I’m sitting in now? What’s with the seat change?
Well, I’m surprised at my luck that I drew the backmost seat by the window twice.
Is that a consolation to me who was rejected, God?
“Then, finish moving your luggage before first period starts~”
With that, the teacher leaves the classroom and my classmates start to move on.
I, who was sitting in the same seat so I didn’t have to move, was twilighting my eyes on the morning sun outside the window.
I turned around, thinking that it was probably Ryuki, and there she was, the well-dressed, sparkling face I’d seen one day.
“Ma, Matsumura-san!?”
I was so startled that my voice came out as soon as I could.
It was so. I was surprised and uttered a voice as soon as I heard it.
“Nice to meet you! Tahara-kun.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I managed to squeeze out my voice.
Before, I was dressed up, so I could still have a normal conversation, but now I’m a sloppy, slack-jawed person, so this is all I can do. For some reason, she seemed more godlike than the last time we were at the café.
After greeting me, Matsumura-san immediately went back to talking with her friends, and this time Ryuki came over to talk to me.
“Hey, Hikaru. You should thank me. And talk about buying dinner.”
“Why?”
“Why, of course. You can only see that in romantic comedies, sitting next to the class madonna Matsumura Hina and at the very back of the window.”
“Yes, yes. Where’s your seat?”
“You’ll be surprised to hear it. The front row, the very front!”
“That’s great.”
I smiled and gave him a thumbs-up, and he put me in a headlock, but I managed to escape when the bell rang to start first period.
she was too bright for a shadowy character like me, and for the rest of the day I couldn’t even look next to her, so I turned my body a little towards the window to attend class.
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