Forced to Become a Savings Woman
Worrying About the Situation

Azka looked towards Alea leaving, as she felt very strange about the girl she had just faced. He shook his head, so he did not understand how to behave to the girl.

‘There-there's only! Just the first day of school, I've met such a girl!’ inner Azka, who was feeling a little annoyed by the circumstances that befell her.

Azka also went to the room he wanted to go to, and immediately began the existing learning.

From there, the first start of their introduction. After meeting Alea in the corridor earlier, Azka became constantly thinking about the figure of the girl named Alea.

In his opinion, it was very strange that he could meet a girl like Alea. However, there was no harm if he accepted it with pleasure. After all, Azka's goal was not to seek hostility but to actually study there.

When the break came, Azka started to step towards the corridor where they had clashed this morning. He was eager to see the girl once more, as he wanted to properly apologize to Alea. Azka realized, that there might be an attitude of hers that made Alea to get annoyed at him.

Azka's gaze stopped, when she saw the girl she was looking for. However, he was suddenly confused, because the girl he meant was looking at the field.

With a staking gaze, Azka looked towards the field and to the exact same side Alea was looking at.

Apparently, Alea was watching a male figure that looked very cool in Azka's eyes. His body was very athletic, to the point that he felt inferior when he saw the man Alea was looking at.

‘He's looking at who?’ inner Azka, who felt very foreign to the man Alea was looking at.

Although Azka was confused, he was not discouraged at all. He grew even more curious, with the relationship between Alea and the man he noticed.

The first person, and the first woman Azka met at this school was Alea. He was eager to get close to Alea, even more so with the mistake he made on Alea, which might have made Alea unhappy with him.

Alea clapped his hands very cheerfully, as the man he was looking at managed to score and put a basketball into the ring. He felt very happy, because again the man of his dreams looked cool in his eyes.

“Yes! Go Arga!!” shouted Alea, who was very happy with the victory that Arga's team had obtained.

Azka increasingly looked at him with adhesiveness, ‘So his name is Arga.’

Yep! His name was Arga.

The man Alea loved very much, but Alea could not express the feelings she had in her heart for Arga at all. He feels that his self-esteem is much higher than his feelings for Arga.

Shortly after, the game ended. Arga stepped towards Alea, while Alea was already preparing on the sidelines to give her a small towel as well as a bottle of mineral water.

“Finally won again!” mumbled Alea who was very happy, when Arga had already managed to approach before him.

“Indeed my team always wins. There's no history of my team losing!” said Arga, who sounded very confident and optimistic.