The classroom buzzed with Dante's serious question. Did I really have to answer a question like that?
"There's no way, right? Where in the world is there such a thing as magic?"
Maybe ghosts, but that's another story.
I left the rest of the sentence unsaid. Dante, as if coming to his senses, scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"That's true... I was just curious..."
Then he sat next to and started bombarding with questions, seemingly excited.
"I think it's true that sleepwalking and holy water can help. How did you know that?"
"I heard it from Father Cesario."
"Are you close with the priest?"
"Not really... why?"
"I just beca interested in holy water."
Dante's answer caught off guard. I wasn't sure whether this would have a positive effect or not yet.
I smiled and trailed off my words.
"I'll introduce you to Father Cesario later. But he's the student council advisor... do you think it'll be okay?"
"Ah, the student council..."
Fortunately, Dante quickly lost interest in the ntion of the student council.
It seed like he wasn't interested in things like the disciplinary committee or the student council.
Anyway, that was fortunate for .
After the regular classes ended, I was about to stand up when Dante grabbed my wrist.
"You asked to teach you cricket before, right? I'm feeling better now. It's thanks to you. So..."
Dante seed to hesitate for a mont, then cautiously spoke.
"Instead of the student council president, let teach you. I think I can teach you better."
"I don't think that's going to happen."
Just then, Senior Noah appeared.
What brought him to Johannes High School, especially to Class F?
Without a word, he walked straight into the second-year Class F classroom and stood before us.
The sudden appearance ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) of the student council president caused the students who had rushed out like the tide to flood back in.
I could feel cold sweat break out on as I watched the massive crowd of onlookers.
Noah glared at Dante and continued speaking.
"Even if you're a cricket player, I know lody's condition better than you."
Well, I don't think Senior Noah knows my condition perfectly either.
"I know she's weak. But it's more surprising that the president, who's not even an expert, is teaching Hastings."
The banter between Dante and the student council president was interrupted by a familiar face.
"Oh, are you two fighting over a girl?"
Whistle—
A whistle even ca from sowhere.
Of course, sitting in the middle of it all was Leonard, resting his chin and watching the tense exchange between the two n with an excited expression.
"Don't mind , just keep going."
As soon as Noah and Dante glanced at , Leonard teasingly shrugged and encouraged the two n to continue their quarrel.
I took a few steps back, and our eyes t.
"Where are you going, Hastings?"
All eyes in the room turned to . This was definitely on purpose!
I smiled and addressed both Senior Noah and Dante.
"Wouldn't it be better if the two of you agreed on who will teach and let know? I think I'll just..."
I placed my hand over my chest, bowed politely, and turned to leave.
Just as I was about to exit the classroom, both Dante and Senior Noah grabbed the back of my head and the collar of my uniform at the sa ti.
"I've never had such a delinquent student."
"Hastings, I didn’t expect you to lack the willingness to learn."
Looking at Senior Noah, who was gently holding my collar, and Dante, who was grabbing the nape of my neck, I felt like I wanted to faint on the spot.
"Choose. Who will you learn from?"
"Yeah. You choose."
The words from Senior Noah and Dante followed one after the other. All the students' attention was now focused entirely on .
Saint Gloria Private School Student Bulletin Board
September 26, 902 Continental Calendar
Is it true that Hastings beca the student council president?
⌎ If soone sees this, they’ll think they’re dating. Watch your wording.
⌎ Wasn't it? I thought they were secretly dating.
⌎ The student council president has a lot of work, so it's a bit much to dedicate all their ti to Hastings.
⌎ That's true. The student council president represents everyone.
⌎ So are we not watching the cricket training anymore?
⌎ What are you talking about? That's a different matter. Hastings is still doing body cody.
The reason I chose Dante, not Senior Noah, as my cricket instructor was logical.
First of all, Senior Noah, as the student council president, was really busy.
Whenever he had a free mont, he'd prioritize teaching , but his lessons were often delayed due to students or teachers who ca to see him.
Also, being a senior, his class schedule ended at different tis every day.
On the other hand, Dante was in my class, and he was on my team for the upcoming cricket class competition.
So, it made sense to learn from soone on my team.
Of course, the real reason I chose Dante was because Senior Noah’s training intensity was so high that it beca incredibly exhausting. But I decided to keep that part to myself.
"Hastings, let’s go."
After all the classes had ended, Dante said to .
I could see my classmates glancing at .
Before, they had been indifferent, rely glancing at , but now, curiosity was clearly evident on their faces.
I gave them a gentle smile.
Then, those who had been secretly eyeing quickly turned their heads in surprise.
‘Looks like it's not the right ti yet.’
Artists are always difficult.
"Kids who do art are usually a bit picky. The students in Class F are a bit eccentric, but I understand. Still, surprisingly, the nice ones are all in that class. The problem is with Class S."
I rembered what Erika had said this morning.
If I stayed at this school until next year, I’d probably be reassigned to Class S, and I was already terrified.
‘No. Before that, I’ll definitely convince Raven and find a way to leave the school.’
Of course, Plan A was slowly fading due to Raven still refusing to et , but there was no other option.
The day of the second-year cricket class competition arrived.
It was such a big event that students from other grades who didn’t have classes ca to watch.
Western, a fourth-year student and a mber of the disciplinary committee, was on his way to the lounge when he noticed second-year students gathered in the schoolyard.
"Good afternoon, Lauderdale."
At that mont, Father Miella, who was passing by, acknowledged Western.
"We need to have another disciplinary committee eting before we enter the final exam period."
"I'll call for it."
Western responded calmly, and Father Miella seed satisfied with the answer.
"The headmaster has given us orders. We need to keep a closer watch on the student council."
"Raven Hastings is in the student council, right? We’ve been keeping an eye on him. Haven't heard anything unusual."
"That’s true."
Father Miella seed to think for a mont, then brought up a new topic.
"Hmm, that’s true, but I’ve heard rumors about our transfer student hanging out with the student council mbers."
"That’s probably because her roommate is in the student council."
"You an Erika Lynn Queensbury. But I’m talking about the student council president."
"Ah."
Western nodded, understanding.
The topic of the student council president and lody's closeness had beco a daily topic among the students. The student bulletin board was constantly buzzing about it.
Perhaps because of that, the atmosphere for the cricket class competition today was especially heated.
Students who were interested in lody, as well as those who had watched her training, had gathered.
Wow—!
With the students' cheers, the long-awaited protagonist stepped into the schoolyard.
It was none other than lody Hastings.
She stepped out into the middle of the yard, holding a bat and getting into position.
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