After Transferring to a Correspondence High School, a Harem High School Life With Beautiful Girls for Some Reason Began.
The study session started suddenly at 5:00 in the morning.
According to Hiyama’s outspoken opinion that I would fall asleep if I only heard her voice, we decided to study while watching each other’s faces on the video call.
[Hey there, Makito!]
The upper half of Hiyama’s body is shown, dressed in a jersey facing her desk.
Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, as usual, and her eyelids looked a little heavy, perhaps because it was morning.
[This might be my first time having a video call with a boy…don’t look too at weird things, okay?]
“I don’t look, and I’m not interested, so don’t worry.”
[Just look! “Wow, Hiyama’s room is surprisingly girly~” say things like that!]
“I don’t know! I mean, is Hiyama wearing jerseys in your room?”
[No. This is just what I wore after I finished my morning run.]
“Morning run?! Eh? It’s only 5 o’clock.”
[I always run for an hour from 4:00 a.m. because it’s my habit. Stamina is the foundation of soccer.]
I wanted to tell her that she had a good foundation, but I didn’t, because I knew it would get me into a lot of trouble.
“Well, let’s start studying. Let’s start with the Japanese language class, classical Japanese. You’re not good at it, are you?”
[I’m not good at it. I don’t understand what you’re saying any more than in English.]
I guess so.
At the high school I went to before, most of the students who said they were not good at studying had given up on the ancient Japanese and kanji literature.
“I’ll teach you the old words that I always do so you can memorize them.”
[What’s that?]
“For example, the old word [ashita] means morning, and if you memorize this as ‘tomorrow morning,’ you’ll remember that tomorrow is morning, right?”
[Tomorrow morning …… Oh! That’s amazing indeed! I memorized it! That’s great, Makito!]
“No, I thought Aimoto-sensei taught you how to spell the words when you were in detention.”
[Aimoto-sensei was very insistent that I solve the problems over and over again using an app for old text only, and memorize them by feel. Maybe Makito’s way is easier to understand!]
It’s true that Aimoto-sensei, like a correspondence high school, has a place where she wants you to do a lot of things digitally….
She recommends studying online during class.
[Hey, Makito, tell me more. I’ll do my best to remember it]
“Okay, okay. Then”
And so our online study session continued until 12:00 noon.
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[Well, thanks to Makito, I’ve made progress in my studies…Zuuu!]
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen a person proudly sip soba noodles during a video call…..”
After the study session was over, it was lunchtime before we knew it, so Hiyama pulled out some soba noodles from a convenience store and started eating them.
A free spirit, or whatever you want to call her.
It is true that she has a pretty face, but she lacks girlish decency.
[Oh, you were thinking something rude, weren’t you?]
“I wasn’t thinking. Hiyama, don’t you have any practice today?”
[No, that’s why I gave Makito a devil phone call.]
“If you call me again, I’ll block you.”
[Heeey! We are friends right!]
“We’ve only known each other for about two weeks.”
[They say you can’t tell how close you are with a friend in time.]
I think that’s true enough.
[What do you eat for lunch?]
“Lunch. …… haven’t thought about it yet.”
[You live alone, don’t you? you can eat whatever you likes every day.]
“It’s not that good. Managing food expenses, saving money, and so on. I envy those whose parents live in Tokyo.”
[Is that how it is? I want to live alone]
“The grass looks greener on the other side of the street.”
[Other side (Tonari)? Oh, you mean the soccer player who plays in the English league?]
“No. …… Haaa.”
I stood up in amazement, and with my phone in hand, once I turned off the camera, I looked in the fridge for something that would make a good lunch.
“Hiyama, you’re aiming to play soccer overseas or something, right?”
[Eh? Overseas? Hmmm, I don’t know.]
I was surprised.
I had expected her to answer immediately that she wanted to go abroad, since she seems to be a celebrity in the Japanese women’s soccer world.
[Anywhere is fine with me, as long as I’m happy.]
“Happy?”
[Anywhere where I can play soccer, have friends, and …… flirting with my boyfriend and live a happy life is fine.]
“Eh……You have a boyfriend?”
[Haa? Why is that so?! This is a story of the future! I’m thinking I’d like to have it one day. ……]
I had heard that she was a great athlete, so I thought she was far away, but I felt that Hiyama was just an ordinary high school girl.
[Well what about you, Makito. Is there a girl you like?]
“A girl I like ……?”
[Eh? H-Hmm…Makito has good communication skills, so it’s not surprising that he had a girlfriend at his previous high school?]
“Of course not, for a dull boy like me.”
[Eh, seriously? Surprising~]
What’s surprising about that?
I don’t think I have the personality to play around, and I was serious enough to be a candidate for the next student council president at my old high school.
[Ah, then! Who’s your type among the three of us classmates?]
“Ha……?”
[Three choices: me, Misaki-chan, or Shindo-chan! Come on, come on, answer me?]
Hiyama urges me to answer as she sips her Soba.
“N-no, in this case, if it were you, it would be hard to say you.”
[Eh, you like me, Makito? really? Hmmm, heee!]
“I haven’t answered your question yet!”
M-my type….well