We are as usual.
When I arrived at the classroom――
「Good morning, Fu~min, I love you ❤」
Almost at the same time Kurosawa-san turned her grim eyes on me, the door opened and Gorioka clapped his hands as he walked into the classroom.
If that's the case, it's probably better to pretend "it never happened".
「It must be tough...」
However, contrary to us, the top caste members who lost the central figure are scattered all over the place, and there is a delicate atmosphere in the classroom.
（Well... it might have been a feverish runaway）
「Okay, move to the auditorium, you guys!」
「That's not the right thing for Fumi-kun to say, is it?」
Needless to say, their conversation was probably about Kasuya-kun and Teruya-san.
I lightly brushed off the black gal who clung to me as usual, and while chatting with Masaki-chan, I got to see Kurosawa-san's amazing tsundere, which was like a natural treasure.
It must have been the same as when Kurosawa-san had gone missing, with a great deal of twists and turns.
We are as usual.
When I arrived at the classroom――
「Good morning, Fu~min, I love you ❤」
Almost at the same time Kurosawa-san turned her grim eyes on me, the door opened and Gorioka clapped his hands as he walked into the classroom.
If that's the case, it's probably better to pretend "it never happened".
「It must be tough...」
However, contrary to us, the top caste members who lost the central figure are scattered all over the place, and there is a delicate atmosphere in the classroom.
（Well... it might have been a feverish runaway）
「Okay, move to the auditorium, you guys!」
「That's not the right thing for Fumi-kun to say, is it?」
Needless to say, their conversation was probably about Kasuya-kun and Teruya-san.
I lightly brushed off the black gal who clung to me as usual, and while chatting with Masaki-chan, I got to see Kurosawa-san's amazing tsundere, which was like a natural treasure.
It must have been the same as when Kurosawa-san had gone missing, with a great deal of twists and turns.
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On top of that, the pair of boy and girl who colluded with the devil to cause the 「mysterious disappearance」 are currently on the national wanted list.
Since the beginning of this year, there have been many strange incidents, so I think everyone is a little nervous.
On the other side of the row, I turned my eyes to the row of the class next to me, and saw a girl staring at me.
He is not the popular type, but girls are still surrounding him.
Behind her, Shima-san is smiling.
It was a long opening ceremony. It usually lasts about fifteen minutes, but today it lasted over an hour, which is quite long.
◇ ◇ ◇
「Haha... it's the Fujiwara Group. That security company」
This caused a stir in the classroom.
（Well... she doesn't want to be on camera, does she?）
Some stupid boys shouted, "Whoaaaaaaaa!" and I can hear the girls gasp.
Question marks appeared everywhere in the classroom, and as if sensing the atmosphere of the class, Takeuchi-sensei gave a short explanation.
And students would be graduating in about half a year.
Of course, I am not an exception.
「We, the faculty, will do our utmost to ensure the safety of the students and to restore the trust of the school」
「I'd like to introduce you all to a new student」
Even from my point of view, they are all pretty, and I can't help but smile at the envious and pained expressions of the boys walking around them.
***
（Was her name... Shibata-san?）
While I was thinking about this, I arrived at the classroom and took my seat.
When our eyes involuntarily met, the girl quietly turned away as if nothing had happened.
Today, Kobayashi-sensei is absent, but there is a meeting of the Public Morals Committee after school. Maybe I should talk to the chairwoman of the committee about it.
The school has been involved in a series of incidents, and the parents of the students are quite worried about it, and many of the media articles reported about the school have questioned the content of the education and the method of teaching the students.
The opening ceremony is over, and students are flooding out of the auditorium.
After all, it is the second semester of the third year.
After all, he is too unknown.
The principal said, raising his fist in the air.
When I glanced towards the first-year students, I saw that Rin had left the line and moved to a place where the camera was out of sight.
Maybe she was looking at Fujiwara-san who was messing around with me, not me.
（... What is it?）
When I turn my eyes to the opposite side of the row, to the next class, I see Tashiro-san looking forward with her arms folded. Perhaps she is trying not to be aware of us, and is trying to hold back.
It may have been partly to appeal to the parents, but he also said that for the time being, the school would contract with a private security company to provide a large number of permanent security guards, which was quite impressive.
I thought that such a performance should have been done in the presence of the parents, but there was a TV camera rolling behind the auditorium.
The student with a uniform heading back to their classrooms. Naturally, there are a lot of noise and chatter.
When I looked a few meters ahead, I saw Fumio Kijima's back.
「This is the time of year, but... This is the sister of Coach Jolanda Camilia, who has been invited to the track and field club. I know it will only be for a short time, but I hope you will all get to know her well」
Kurosawa-san, a reader model, Haneda-san, a member of the library committee, and Fujiwara-san, a member of the public morals blacklist.
Because the girl who appeared was a foreigner.
After a while, the homeroom teacher, a plump lady with glasses - Takeuchi-sensei, came into the classroom, and the homeroom started.
It's cute how Kurosawa-san pretends not to be interested, but keeps glancing at me.
「You don't need to make that appeal」
「Well, Camilia, come in」
（...I see, she moved here because of her sister's work...）
「Okay...」
It's no wonder.
As the vice president of the public morals committee, I should probably give a warning to Fujiwara-san, who is blatantly trying to hug him, and to the sleepy-looking second-year students who are trying to cling to him for a piggyback ride, but it's not a good idea to approach Fumio Kijima right now.
At least, it made sense to me. Some of us let out a sigh of relief.
Fujiwara-san leans on me without any concern even in such a place, and Masaki-chan pokes me from behind with her finger.
Immediately, the classroom was filled with noise.
Rather, it is even possible that she is traumatized by the TV camera.
***
undefined
Even though it would probably only be used for a few seconds on TV, the excited principal continued to talk about improving the school's security.undefined
The principal's speech was very long.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
The teacher calls out toward the hallway, and a girl walks into the classroom with a bell-like voice saying, "Yes".undefined
I only vaguely know her name and face. After all, I've never even talked to her.undefined
undefined
The other day, I saw a scene in the garden of Kobayashi-sensei's house, and even now, I have no idea what it was.undefined
But what followed was quite unexpected.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
The voice of Takeuchi-sensei, with her hands on the teacher's table, was prolonged as usual.undefined
（A new student at this time of the year?）undefined
undefined
It would probably be shown on the evening news.undefined
undefined
While replying to Fujiwara-san who was whispering to me in secret, I looked around and saw that many eyes were on me.undefined
undefined
In addition to these, there are even some second-year girls, whose names I don't know.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
On top of that, the pair of boy and girl who colluded with the devil to cause the 「mysterious disappearance」 are currently on the national wanted list.
Since the beginning of this year, there have been many strange incidents, so I think everyone is a little nervous.
On the other side of the row, I turned my eyes to the row of the class next to me, and saw a girl staring at me.
He is not the popular type, but girls are still surrounding him.
Behind her, Shima-san is smiling.
It was a long opening ceremony. It usually lasts about fifteen minutes, but today it lasted over an hour, which is quite long.
◇ ◇ ◇
「Haha... it's the Fujiwara Group. That security company」
This caused a stir in the classroom.
（Well... she doesn't want to be on camera, does she?）
Some stupid boys shouted, "Whoaaaaaaaa!" and I can hear the girls gasp.
Question marks appeared everywhere in the classroom, and as if sensing the atmosphere of the class, Takeuchi-sensei gave a short explanation.
And students would be graduating in about half a year.
Of course, I am not an exception.
「We, the faculty, will do our utmost to ensure the safety of the students and to restore the trust of the school」
「I'd like to introduce you all to a new student」
Even from my point of view, they are all pretty, and I can't help but smile at the envious and pained expressions of the boys walking around them.
***
（Was her name... Shibata-san?）
While I was thinking about this, I arrived at the classroom and took my seat.
When our eyes involuntarily met, the girl quietly turned away as if nothing had happened.
Today, Kobayashi-sensei is absent, but there is a meeting of the Public Morals Committee after school. Maybe I should talk to the chairwoman of the committee about it.
The school has been involved in a series of incidents, and the parents of the students are quite worried about it, and many of the media articles reported about the school have questioned the content of the education and the method of teaching the students.
The opening ceremony is over, and students are flooding out of the auditorium.
After all, it is the second semester of the third year.
After all, he is too unknown.
The principal said, raising his fist in the air.
When I glanced towards the first-year students, I saw that Rin had left the line and moved to a place where the camera was out of sight.
Maybe she was looking at Fujiwara-san who was messing around with me, not me.
（... What is it?）
When I turn my eyes to the opposite side of the row, to the next class, I see Tashiro-san looking forward with her arms folded. Perhaps she is trying not to be aware of us, and is trying to hold back.
It may have been partly to appeal to the parents, but he also said that for the time being, the school would contract with a private security company to provide a large number of permanent security guards, which was quite impressive.
I thought that such a performance should have been done in the presence of the parents, but there was a TV camera rolling behind the auditorium.
The student with a uniform heading back to their classrooms. Naturally, there are a lot of noise and chatter.
When I looked a few meters ahead, I saw Fumio Kijima's back.
「This is the time of year, but... This is the sister of Coach Jolanda Camilia, who has been invited to the track and field club. I know it will only be for a short time, but I hope you will all get to know her well」
Kurosawa-san, a reader model, Haneda-san, a member of the library committee, and Fujiwara-san, a member of the public morals blacklist.
Because the girl who appeared was a foreigner.
After a while, the homeroom teacher, a plump lady with glasses - Takeuchi-sensei, came into the classroom, and the homeroom started.
It's cute how Kurosawa-san pretends not to be interested, but keeps glancing at me.
「You don't need to make that appeal」
「Well, Camilia, come in」
（...I see, she moved here because of her sister's work...）
「Okay...」
It's no wonder.
As the vice president of the public morals committee, I should probably give a warning to Fujiwara-san, who is blatantly trying to hug him, and to the sleepy-looking second-year students who are trying to cling to him for a piggyback ride, but it's not a good idea to approach Fumio Kijima right now.
At least, it made sense to me. Some of us let out a sigh of relief.
Fujiwara-san leans on me without any concern even in such a place, and Masaki-chan pokes me from behind with her finger.
Immediately, the classroom was filled with noise.
Rather, it is even possible that she is traumatized by the TV camera.
***
undefined
Even though it would probably only be used for a few seconds on TV, the excited principal continued to talk about improving the school's security.undefined
The principal's speech was very long.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
The teacher calls out toward the hallway, and a girl walks into the classroom with a bell-like voice saying, "Yes".undefined
I only vaguely know her name and face. After all, I've never even talked to her.undefined
undefined
The other day, I saw a scene in the garden of Kobayashi-sensei's house, and even now, I have no idea what it was.undefined
But what followed was quite unexpected.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
The voice of Takeuchi-sensei, with her hands on the teacher's table, was prolonged as usual.undefined
（A new student at this time of the year?）undefined
undefined
It would probably be shown on the evening news.undefined
undefined
While replying to Fujiwara-san who was whispering to me in secret, I looked around and saw that many eyes were on me.undefined
undefined
In addition to these, there are even some second-year girls, whose names I don't know.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
On top of that, the pair of boy and girl who colluded with the devil to cause the 「mysterious disappearance」 are currently on the national wanted list.
Since the beginning of this year, there have been many strange incidents, so I think everyone is a little nervous.
On the other side of the row, I turned my eyes to the row of the class next to me, and saw a girl staring at me.
He is not the popular type, but girls are still surrounding him.
Behind her, Shima-san is smiling.
It was a long opening ceremony. It usually lasts about fifteen minutes, but today it lasted over an hour, which is quite long.
◇ ◇ ◇
「Haha... it's the Fujiwara Group. That security company」
This caused a stir in the classroom.
（Well... she doesn't want to be on camera, does she?）
Some stupid boys shouted, "Whoaaaaaaaa!" and I can hear the girls gasp.
Question marks appeared everywhere in the classroom, and as if sensing the atmosphere of the class, Takeuchi-sensei gave a short explanation.
And students would be graduating in about half a year.
Of course, I am not an exception.
「We, the faculty, will do our utmost to ensure the safety of the students and to restore the trust of the school」
「I'd like to introduce you all to a new student」
Even from my point of view, they are all pretty, and I can't help but smile at the envious and pained expressions of the boys walking around them.
***
（Was her name... Shibata-san?）
While I was thinking about this, I arrived at the classroom and took my seat.
When our eyes involuntarily met, the girl quietly turned away as if nothing had happened.
Today, Kobayashi-sensei is absent, but there is a meeting of the Public Morals Committee after school. Maybe I should talk to the chairwoman of the committee about it.
The school has been involved in a series of incidents, and the parents of the students are quite worried about it, and many of the media articles reported about the school have questioned the content of the education and the method of teaching the students.
The opening ceremony is over, and students are flooding out of the auditorium.
After all, it is the second semester of the third year.
After all, he is too unknown.
The principal said, raising his fist in the air.
When I glanced towards the first-year students, I saw that Rin had left the line and moved to a place where the camera was out of sight.
Maybe she was looking at Fujiwara-san who was messing around with me, not me.
（... What is it?）
When I turn my eyes to the opposite side of the row, to the next class, I see Tashiro-san looking forward with her arms folded. Perhaps she is trying not to be aware of us, and is trying to hold back.
It may have been partly to appeal to the parents, but he also said that for the time being, the school would contract with a private security company to provide a large number of permanent security guards, which was quite impressive.
I thought that such a performance should have been done in the presence of the parents, but there was a TV camera rolling behind the auditorium.
The student with a uniform heading back to their classrooms. Naturally, there are a lot of noise and chatter.
When I looked a few meters ahead, I saw Fumio Kijima's back.
「This is the time of year, but... This is the sister of Coach Jolanda Camilia, who has been invited to the track and field club. I know it will only be for a short time, but I hope you will all get to know her well」
Kurosawa-san, a reader model, Haneda-san, a member of the library committee, and Fujiwara-san, a member of the public morals blacklist.
Because the girl who appeared was a foreigner.
After a while, the homeroom teacher, a plump lady with glasses - Takeuchi-sensei, came into the classroom, and the homeroom started.
It's cute how Kurosawa-san pretends not to be interested, but keeps glancing at me.
「You don't need to make that appeal」
「Well, Camilia, come in」
（...I see, she moved here because of her sister's work...）
「Okay...」
It's no wonder.
As the vice president of the public morals committee, I should probably give a warning to Fujiwara-san, who is blatantly trying to hug him, and to the sleepy-looking second-year students who are trying to cling to him for a piggyback ride, but it's not a good idea to approach Fumio Kijima right now.
At least, it made sense to me. Some of us let out a sigh of relief.
Fujiwara-san leans on me without any concern even in such a place, and Masaki-chan pokes me from behind with her finger.
Immediately, the classroom was filled with noise.
Rather, it is even possible that she is traumatized by the TV camera.
***
undefined
Even though it would probably only be used for a few seconds on TV, the excited principal continued to talk about improving the school's security.undefined
The principal's speech was very long.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
The teacher calls out toward the hallway, and a girl walks into the classroom with a bell-like voice saying, "Yes".undefined
I only vaguely know her name and face. After all, I've never even talked to her.undefined
undefined
The other day, I saw a scene in the garden of Kobayashi-sensei's house, and even now, I have no idea what it was.undefined
But what followed was quite unexpected.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
The voice of Takeuchi-sensei, with her hands on the teacher's table, was prolonged as usual.undefined
（A new student at this time of the year?）undefined
undefined
It would probably be shown on the evening news.undefined
undefined
While replying to Fujiwara-san who was whispering to me in secret, I looked around and saw that many eyes were on me.undefined
undefined
In addition to these, there are even some second-year girls, whose names I don't know.undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
undefined
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Almost at the same time I was thinking this, she said in a small voice.
I couldn't help but become unsettled.
As a person who suffers from frizzy hair, I envy her.
While chuckling at the boys' behavior, the teacher pointed to the seat next to mine.
I take it back. I'll wait and see if we can become friends or not.
She's even more beautiful up close, like a doll.
Suddenly, she called out to me, and I hurriedly replied.
She was slender and had long legs.
As she stood next to the teacher's table, she smiled and spoke.
（...an idol?）
「So... Fumio is in another class...」
（She seems to have no trouble speaking Japanese, and she seems cheerful, so I hope we can get along well）
She had long platinum blonde hair and translucent white skin.
「I'm Claudia Camilia. I would be happy if you could be my friend for a short time. I may look like this, but I was born and raised in Japan. I'm a fake gaijin who can't even speak English. I'm looking forward to working with you」
（Fake gaijin... she said that to herself?）
Her eyes seemed to be slightly different in color from each other.
「Well, Camilia-san, you can sit over there... next to Shibata-san. I'm sorry, but Shibata-san, can you take care of her until she gets used to it?」
（What's with that silky hair...?）
「Ah, yes!」
Camilia-san took a seat next to me and smiled, saying "Nice to meet you".
And then, the excited stupid boys started cheering, "Claudia chuwaan!" and so on.
「Y-Yeah」
Almost at the same time I was thinking this, she said in a small voice.
I couldn't help but become unsettled.
As a person who suffers from frizzy hair, I envy her.
While chuckling at the boys' behavior, the teacher pointed to the seat next to mine.
I take it back. I'll wait and see if we can become friends or not.
She's even more beautiful up close, like a doll.
Suddenly, she called out to me, and I hurriedly replied.
She was slender and had long legs.
As she stood next to the teacher's table, she smiled and spoke.
（...an idol?）
「So... Fumio is in another class...」
（She seems to have no trouble speaking Japanese, and she seems cheerful, so I hope we can get along well）
She had long platinum blonde hair and translucent white skin.
「I'm Claudia Camilia. I would be happy if you could be my friend for a short time. I may look like this, but I was born and raised in Japan. I'm a fake gaijin who can't even speak English. I'm looking forward to working with you」
（Fake gaijin... she said that to herself?）
Her eyes seemed to be slightly different in color from each other.
「Well, Camilia-san, you can sit over there... next to Shibata-san. I'm sorry, but Shibata-san, can you take care of her until she gets used to it?」
（What's with that silky hair...?）
「Ah, yes!」
Camilia-san took a seat next to me and smiled, saying "Nice to meet you".
And then, the excited stupid boys started cheering, "Claudia chuwaan!" and so on.
「Y-Yeah」
Almost at the same time I was thinking this, she said in a small voice.
I couldn't help but become unsettled.
As a person who suffers from frizzy hair, I envy her.
While chuckling at the boys' behavior, the teacher pointed to the seat next to mine.
I take it back. I'll wait and see if we can become friends or not.
She's even more beautiful up close, like a doll.
Suddenly, she called out to me, and I hurriedly replied.
She was slender and had long legs.
As she stood next to the teacher's table, she smiled and spoke.
（...an idol?）
「So... Fumio is in another class...」
（She seems to have no trouble speaking Japanese, and she seems cheerful, so I hope we can get along well）
She had long platinum blonde hair and translucent white skin.
「I'm Claudia Camilia. I would be happy if you could be my friend for a short time. I may look like this, but I was born and raised in Japan. I'm a fake gaijin who can't even speak English. I'm looking forward to working with you」
（Fake gaijin... she said that to herself?）
Her eyes seemed to be slightly different in color from each other.
「Well, Camilia-san, you can sit over there... next to Shibata-san. I'm sorry, but Shibata-san, can you take care of her until she gets used to it?」
（What's with that silky hair...?）
「Ah, yes!」
Camilia-san took a seat next to me and smiled, saying "Nice to meet you".
And then, the excited stupid boys started cheering, "Claudia chuwaan!" and so on.
「Y-Yeah」
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Almost at the same time I was thinking this, she said in a small voice.
I couldn't help but become unsettled.
As a person who suffers from frizzy hair, I envy her.
While chuckling at the boys' behavior, the teacher pointed to the seat next to mine.
I take it back. I'll wait and see if we can become friends or not.
She's even more beautiful up close, like a doll.
Suddenly, she called out to me, and I hurriedly replied.
She was slender and had long legs.
As she stood next to the teacher's table, she smiled and spoke.
（...an idol?）
「So... Fumio is in another class...」
（She seems to have no trouble speaking Japanese, and she seems cheerful, so I hope we can get along well）
She had long platinum blonde hair and translucent white skin.
「I'm Claudia Camilia. I would be happy if you could be my friend for a short time. I may look like this, but I was born and raised in Japan. I'm a fake gaijin who can't even speak English. I'm looking forward to working with you」
（Fake gaijin... she said that to herself?）
Her eyes seemed to be slightly different in color from each other.
「Well, Camilia-san, you can sit over there... next to Shibata-san. I'm sorry, but Shibata-san, can you take care of her until she gets used to it?」
（What's with that silky hair...?）
「Ah, yes!」
Camilia-san took a seat next to me and smiled, saying "Nice to meet you".
And then, the excited stupid boys started cheering, "Claudia chuwaan!" and so on.
「Y-Yeah」
Almost at the same time I was thinking this, she said in a small voice.
I couldn't help but become unsettled.
As a person who suffers from frizzy hair, I envy her.
While chuckling at the boys' behavior, the teacher pointed to the seat next to mine.
I take it back. I'll wait and see if we can become friends or not.
She's even more beautiful up close, like a doll.
Suddenly, she called out to me, and I hurriedly replied.
She was slender and had long legs.
As she stood next to the teacher's table, she smiled and spoke.
（...an idol?）
「So... Fumio is in another class...」
（She seems to have no trouble speaking Japanese, and she seems cheerful, so I hope we can get along well）
She had long platinum blonde hair and translucent white skin.
「I'm Claudia Camilia. I would be happy if you could be my friend for a short time. I may look like this, but I was born and raised in Japan. I'm a fake gaijin who can't even speak English. I'm looking forward to working with you」
（Fake gaijin... she said that to herself?）
Her eyes seemed to be slightly different in color from each other.
「Well, Camilia-san, you can sit over there... next to Shibata-san. I'm sorry, but Shibata-san, can you take care of her until she gets used to it?」
（What's with that silky hair...?）
「Ah, yes!」
Camilia-san took a seat next to me and smiled, saying "Nice to meet you".
And then, the excited stupid boys started cheering, "Claudia chuwaan!" and so on.
「Y-Yeah」
