May 7, the second Monday of May.
After the first physics class ended, Dubian Che sat reversed in his seat, facing Jiutiao Meijie and using her desk as his own.
"You guys help me think too." He was holding the pen and paper that Xiaoquan Aonai bought for him from Kamakura yesterday.
"Think about what?" Jiutiao Meijie supported her chin with her hand, shifting her gaze from the window.
"Saito Huijie's bishoujo game script. You all trashed the one I wrote last Friday as completely useless, so I have to rewrite it," Dubian Che explained.
"It was you who wrote it completely useless," Kiyono Lin, who was reading a book, pointed out Dubian Che's linguistic error.
Dubian looked at Jiutiao Meijie, hoping the two would start arguing.
This time, he was definitely on Jiutiao Meijie's side!
Jiutiao Meijie lazily yawned, and Dubian, being close, could see her moist, delicate tongue and her neat, white teeth.
...but they didn't start arguing.
He had to handle it himself.
