Classroom Of The Elite 2nd Year - Full Volume
Vol 2 Chapter 4: An unexpected witness
"No, you two are wrong. He sat in front of Sudou-kun on the right. ”Kushida corrected them, his face slightly pouting.
"Ahead straight to the right? I don't remember at all. I'm sure there's someone there. "
That's obvious. A permanent empty chair must be weird. Sakura was clearly not very prominent. The fact that we don't really know him is a problem.
"I might know him. I feel like I've heard his name somewhere before, "I'm offering.
I feel like I almost have something, but not enough.
"Can you tell us about him?"
"Well, I think there's one thing. Would it help if I said she had the biggest boobs in class? *********** very big. ”Ike, returning to the land of life, discusses one of Sakura's main physical characteristics.
Personally, I can't identify him based on that information alone.
"Oh, she's a plain girl with glasses, right?" How did you get there? I was a little surprised.
"It's not good to remember people based on something like that, Ike-kun! That's sad, " cried Kushida.
"T-no, no, it's not like that, Kushida-chan. It's just, you know. I'm not trying to say anything indecent or anything. You know, it's like how you can remember a man tall because of his height, right? It was the same thing, but I only remembered it based on other physical characteristics! "
Kushida quickly loses confidence as Ike frantically tries to make things right. It seems too late.
"Damn! No, not like that, no! I really don't like ordinary girls like her! Don't get me wrong! "
I doubt anything is wrong. While Ike was crying, we all started talking about Sakura.
"Then we have to see how much Sakura-san knows. Any idea? ”
"none. We just need to confirm with him directly. ”
"Can't we go to Sakura's room now? We don't have much time. "
I think that Yamauchi's proposal seems harmless, but it all depends on Sakura's personality and behavior.
Sakura is a shy girl
the incredible. It was not hard to imagine that if a stranger suddenly appeared, he would be confused.
"Okay, so should we try calling her?"I remember that Kushida already knew the information of everyone, including Horikita.
He listened to her phone ring for about 20 seconds, but then he shook his head and hung up.
"Not lucky. Call not connected. I could try again later, but this might be a difficult matter. "
"What do you mean by difficult?"
“He gave me his contact information, but he didn't know me well. He might be confused if I tried to call him. Also, he might not even be there to answer the phone. "
Sakura might as well pretend to be out.
"So, she's like Horikita?" Ike.
Why are you saying something like that when the person you are talking about is standing right in front of you, Ike? But Horikita might not care. Really, he seemed uninterested in what Ike said at all.
"Good bye."
"Oh, Horikita-san!" Horikita stood up quickly and headed for the door. By the time I managed to stand up, the door had already been clicked.
"What tsundere."
Sudou smiled happily, chuckled and scratched his nose with his finger.
He's not-tsun and he's not-dere. He's nothing, I thought. He is a non-tsun,
non-dere. Since we were unable to prevent Horikita from leaving, we continued our conversation.
“I feel Sakura-san is just a shy person. That was my first impression of him. "
It's weird to talk about someone you never talked to.
“He's plain, that's all. Talk about waste. Like pearls before pigs. ”While Yamauchi was talking, he gestured with his hands near his chest, to
representing Sakura's breasts.
It seemed that Ike had already forgotten the shame from his previous remark, and was now excited again. Kushida gave her a bitter smile again.
After noticing Kushida's expression, Ike's regret returned. He is the type
a poor creature who makes the same mistake over and over again.
Although I didn't say anything, I felt like I was grouped into the same category as Ike and Yamauchi.
Kushida's bitter smile seemed to say, you are also fixated on the breasts, right? You disgusting pervert. Indeed, it was my complex persecution.
"But what about Sakura's face? It's no use, I can't remember anything. "
I can barely match Sakura's name to the face. I remember seeing it back when we made it
bookmakers.
The bet is about the breasts. I thought we were all feather birds. My shadow of Sakura was her who was quietly sitting alone, hunched over her desk.
"I don't know if Sakura's talking to anyone. Yamauch? Wait, wait ... Yamauchi, you said you
confessing your feelings to her before, right? If you do, then you can talk to him easily, huh?”
Oh, Ike's right. Yamauchi said that. They mentioned it before.
"Uh, ahh .. well, I may or may not say something like that."
Yamauchi pretended not to know.
"So, are you lying?"
“T-no, I don't. I'm not lying. It was just a misunderstanding. It was not Sakura; it was the girl from the next class. Not a gloomy and ugly girl like Sakura. Err, wait a minute. Sorry, I got a message. "
Yamauchi avoided the question by taking out his phone. It is true that Sakura is plain, but she is not ugly.
I had never seen his face well before, but he seemed to have very nice features.
Even so, I can't say that confidently, probably because Sakura has a little presence.
"Well, I'll try to talk to him myself tomorrow. I thought he might be on guard if a lot of people approached him, ” Kushida said.
"May also."
If Kushida can't manage it, then I doubt that anyone else can contact Sakura.
"That's hot."
Our school did not change uniforms according to the season, so we had to wear blazers all year round.
The reason is simple: every building is equipped with a heating and cooling system.
The heat is only a problem when leaving and coming home from school. Morning depart.
Sweat began to trickle down my back in the few minutes it took to get from dorm to school.
I took refuge from the heat inside, where the pleasant cold air greeted me. It must be hell for the people
students with morning exercises. The boy and girl gathered around the cool air source of the classroom.
From an outsider's point of view, it felt like an insect was hovering around a light bulb. Maybe that's a bad example.
"Good morning, Ayanokouji-kun."
Hirata called out to me, his expression fresh and friendly as always. The sweet yet delicate fragrance of flowers always comes from it. If I were a girl, I might not have been on purpose
yelling,
"Hold me!"
“Kushida-san told me about it yesterday. He said that you found a witness. Oh, sakura-san. "
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