In the morning, the classroom of Class A in one year.

"Student Chaowu, please read the contents of the first two paragraphs on page 185."

Suddenly, he was named by the teacher, raised his eyes at Wuling, and stopped the pen in his hand.

She quickly got up, held the English textbook, and spoke in a plain tone without any ups and downs.

“Why does poor sleep er ? It is because..."

The first class in Class A's morning was English, and the teacher was Narita Kazuo, a young male teacher.

He has an ordinary appearance and a gentle personality. He has no presence among the teachers in Class A, and there are not many students below to focus on him.

After reading two paragraphs of English without any hindrance, he stopped to Wuling and looked at him.

"Okay, thank you, please sit down. Did you adjust the seat in Class A? The teacher just remembered everyone's name and seat, and now I have to start again."

There were few responses below, and Narita Kazuo didn't care, so he turned around and pointed at the long sentence on the blackboard.

"Let's take a look at this part of this passage..."

With one hand holding the head and the other holding the pen, occasionally turning it, Zong Gu looked at the blackboard with his eyes fixed on it, but he was not too focused.

Therefore, when he felt the slight touch from behind, he immediately reacted.

He suddenly turned around, and Yoshikawa stretched out his arms in the back seat, obviously a little unexpected.

"Zonggu..." She retracted her hand, "Zonggu is too high and blocked my view."

"The blackboard is not in front of this column either."

"I don't care. You move to the side."

Still in class, Zonggu didn't want to be entangled with her, leaning to the left obediently, the elbow was attached to the wall of the classroom, and the upper body faced the open rear window.

The sky is cloudy, gray and white, and it floats very slowly, but after staring at it for a long time, you can still see it.

"It's the first time I've been sitting in the corner of the back row of the classroom since I was a child." He looked into the distance and Yoshikawa's whisper came from behind, "It's completely different from the feeling of sitting in front."

"Yeah."

In contrast to her, Zong Gu, who has been tall and powerful since he was a child, has never experienced the feeling of sitting in the front row.

Thinking of something, he looked back and his eyes fell on her glasses.

"Suddenly it is so far away, can you still see the darkboard?"

"It's visible." Yoshikawa smiled at him, then pushed the glasses on his nose, "Did Soya forget it? These are the glasses that Chuntian just changed."

Zong Gu didn't say anything, and turned around again. She was a little happy and wanted to talk to him for a few more words.

Scan the long English sentence with clear words on the blackboard, Yoshikawa's gaze did not stay for a second, and then fell on his uniform.

"Songgu's seat is such a great place. I feel like I won't be discovered by the teacher if I do anything here."

"..."

He looked up at the English teacher on the podium, and Zong Gu took a while to answer her words: "Then you're thinking too much."

"Hey, can you see it?"

"Of course. If you don't believe it, you can do something casually... For example, try raising your hand, and the teacher will definitely see it."

"The hands are raised, no one can see them."

"Don't raise it. Raise a little bit, you can see it clearly on the podium." He paused, "Let's talk about it after class."

"oh."

Zong Gu looked at the blackboard, but his attention was not completely withdrawn, and the female classmate behind him was indeed silent for less than two minutes.

"Soya, I raised my hand, but Mr. Narita didn't see it."

"..."

He turned his head and saw Yoshikawa who raised his hand, but deliberately hid behind him.

"Are you a primary school student?"

She waved her hand and smiled slightly, "Do you want to make good use of Zonggu's height. Sit a little bit on the right."

"I said, Yoshikawa ... I'm still in class now."

"Huh? Is there anything I don't understand, I can teach you."

Zonggu closed his mouth and said nothing.

Learning is very important, it is his usual principle. If there is really something that cannot be understood, he will not pay attention to her in class.

The actual situation now is that he, Yoshikawa and Asukiri are waiting at the finish line for more than 20 students in Class A and the course progress that has been dragged by them.

He couldn't listen too much attentively to what he had already mastered.

Zonggu looked at the Chaozu Bell in front.

From the time of class, she has worked hard and wrote on her notes, but she didn't look at the blackboard at all.

What are you writing?

He sat upright and leaned forward a little. The height difference between each other allowed him to easily see the contents on his notes.

"..."

There is no English letter, all of which are Chinese or flat fake names.

He saw the names of the poets of several Muromachi eras.

She is doing her own thing, too.

Being able to read and write, having thousands of years of experience, and a huge amount of literary knowledge reserves, the Literature and Art Department has really found a treasure...

Zonggu thought about it here, Yoshikawa's hand stretched again and stopped on his back.

"Zonggu, it's too far away ... You lean back a little back, help me block some."

"What to do."

"What are you not doing."

"That's it."

She was a little dissatisfied, poked his back with her fingers and used some more effort, but it was still not painful or itchy for Zong Gu... and it was even a little comfortable.

He was unmoved, and his back was still upright. The soft fingertips kept falling on the white uniform. He poked into a place and inadvertently gathered in a circle.

Unintentionally, she paused for a few seconds as if she was reminding him, and then continued to poke.

It's still a circle, but there are depressions on the top and a protruding point on the bottom.

"..."

Is love... Although the shape is a bit inconsistent, it may also be a deviation in his feelings.

After reading the message she passed, Zong Gu was even more unable to respond.

After stopping his fingers, Yoshikawa stared a little nervously at him. Seeing that he still had no response, she was relieved, and she was unavoidable to disappoint.

Followed by a burst of annoyance: elusive, the most embarrassing.

From his attitude towards her, she felt no clear meaning - the feeling of being away from him in recent times has been deliberately ignored by her at this time.

The fingertips resisted more vigorously, constantly rotating at a point. It seemed to want to drill through his back, and then draw a arc to stop at the side near the armpit.

"..."

Zong Gu, who was still as motionless as a mountain, suddenly reacted, although he just hid aside a little.

"Eh?"

Yoshikawa was stunned, and soon realized something, and poked his back.

"..."

And Zong Gu just turned back this time, staring at her with both eyes.

"Don't make trouble."

"Is this the weakness of Sonoya?"

"no."

She reached out and he hid to the side.

"What are you hiding from Zonggu?"

“A little itchy.”

"Just a little?"

"Okay, it's very itchy..."

Soya looked at her and sighed, "What the hell is Yoshikawa wanting to do?"

Yoshikawa looked back at him and mustered up his courage:
To be continued...