The fourth class of the morning started at 11:25.
There was one minute left before class, the boys surrounding her all returned to their seats, and "Xiaoquan Aonai" opened the window next to her desk.
The breeze blowing in was mixed with the scent of cherry blossoms.
The sky was clear and blue, inducing drowsiness.
'It should be fine to sleep during my own class, right?' "Xiaoquan Aonai" was particularly lenient with herself.
Looking back on sixteen years of life, if there were a nomination for self-indulgence, she was confident she'd be a contender.
But the next moment, she remembered: falling asleep here (in the future) meant waking up in the middle of the night there (in the past).
"This is truly a nightmare," she said listlessly, resting her head on the desk.
"What's wrong?" Ichiki Aoi, sitting on her right, had just finished organizing the English textbook needed for the next class and looked over curiously.
