After the test corrections, it was free study time, meaning the two girls worked on problems and asked Hayakawa Haku when they got stuck.
"Hmm..." Hayakawa Haku was concentrating on a difficult math problem when he noticed Furuhashi Fumino's head bobbing. Before he could react, she swayed and leaned directly onto him, her head resting on his shoulder. A gentle, sweet scent of orchids slowly permeated the air.
Hayakawa Haku: "..."
How dare she sleep during study time? Is she trying to catch up on sleep now so she can stay up late to study arts subjects tonight?
"Stare~" Hayakawa Haku's gaze gradually lost all emotion, becoming cold and hollow.
"Ngh..." Furuhashi Fumino, semi-conscious, suddenly felt a chill. She opened her eyes and met Hayakawa Haku's needle-like, disgusted stare—a death glare.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-h!!" Furuhashi Fumino was so terrified that two of her three souls flew away. She nearly prostrated herself on the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I can't help but feel drowsy when I look at formulas for a long time."
Hayakawa Haku narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her to see if she was lying. After a long pause, he said, "Wake up. Please study seriously."
"Yes!" Furuhashi Fumino vigorously slapped her cheeks and resumed looking at the notebook in front of her.
Hayakawa Haku glanced at her to ensure she wasn't slacking off. Only when he saw her studying seriously did he withdraw his gaze, satisfied.
Speaking of which... This literary girl might be a bit dumb, but her appearance...
Hayakawa Haku secretly looked at Furuhashi Fumino's profile: bright eyes, white, jade-like skin, pink lips, a delicate nose, and blue hair the color of the sky draped over her shoulders. She wore a distinctive white headband on her forehead. From the side, her entire body curved softly and beautifully like a blooming flower.
Hayakawa Haku observed her for a moment and suddenly understood why the boys in his class talked about her so excitedly every day, and why she was called the "Sleeping Beauty of the Literary Forest."
Hmm... "Sleeping?"
"Get up!" Hayakawa Haku realized he'd zoned out for a moment, and Furuhashi Fumino had closed her eyes again. He immediately flew into a rage.
"Ugh..." The groggy Furuhashi Fumino instantly woke up, her pretty face flushed. She widened her eyes, feigning alertness, and awkwardly said to Hayakawa Haku, "Hayakawa-kun, I wasn't asleep. My eyes were just tired, so I closed them for a second."
"Do you think I believe you?" Hayakawa Haku was about to scold Furuhashi with a dark expression when Ogata Rizu's voice suddenly broke through.
"Hayakawa-kun," Ogata Rizu leaned slightly closer to Hayakawa Haku. "Can you help me look at this problem?"
"Where?" Hayakawa Haku turned his head to look. Just as he finished scanning the problem, he felt a huge, soft pressure on his arm.
"..." Hayakawa Haku quietly looked down. His arm was tightly pressed against Ogata Rizu's massive chest, and the science loli was completely unaware, tilting her head up and waiting for his lesson.
Hayakawa Haku looked at his suffering arm, frowning in contemplation.
Life has countless multiple-choice questions, like numerous crossroads, each one changing your future. Right now, he faced a choice. His student, a beautiful girl his age, had unconsciously pressed her oppai against him. How should he escape this awkward situation?
A: Move his arm away casually. But the other party is completely unaware. If he moves, his arm will definitely create friction with her oppai, and she will notice, leading to embarrassment.
B: Shift his body backward to remove the force from his arm. A good choice, but Furuhashi is right next to him; he has no space to retreat.
C: Pretend nothing happened and continue the lecture. A good idea. Let's stick with this.
"This problem of yours goes like this," Hayakawa Haku glanced at the question and seriously explained to Ogata Rizu, "The bizarre light in the fish's eyes, this represents..."
"Oh, oh..." Ogata Rizu nodded thoughtfully, but still looked confused. "I kind of understand, but I still don't grasp the author's psychology. Why would they think that?"
"You actually don't need to understand the author's true thoughts," Hayakawa said calmly. "You just need to understand the mindset of the question-setter. The national exam's language problems, just like science problems, have fixed templates. Finding subtle details in the article is similar to finding solving information in a math problem. Then, you use that information to synthesize an answer that fits the national exam's language answer template. I call this the Humanities Formula."
"..." Ogata Rizu tilted her head, her small face looking vaguely enlightened. "How profound, literature."
"You probably can't fully grasp it yet," Hayakawa Haku smiled. "It requires a lot of practice problems, but you can think about it yourself."
"I see." Ogata Rizu nodded and returned to her original position. Hayakawa Haku's arm was finally liberated.
Feeling the soft pressure disappear from his arm, Hayakawa had barely sighed in relief when a light bulb went off in his mind.
Force... force...
"Furuhashi, come over here for a moment." Hayakawa Haku called out to Furuhashi Fumino.
"What is it, Hayakawa-kun?" Furuhashi Fumino looked over, confused.
Hayakawa Haku raised his arm and showed it to Furuhashi, speaking seriously. "This is a body under stress. Its left side is currently subjected to a force from an op... object moving at a constant velocity to the right. The mass of the spherical object is 0.8 kg... then the two separate, and the coefficient of friction is 0.4. Question: How much work did this op... spherical object do on my arm during this period?"
"Huh, huh? Hayakawa-kun, your question..." Furuhashi Fumino was instantly overwhelmed with black question marks, her expression strange. She said weakly, "It feels a bit odd..."
"Solve it immediately," Hayakawa Haku said expressionlessly. "Also, draw the free-body diagram. Although it's simple, you might not be able to draw it."
"O-okay." Furuhashi Fumino didn't dare argue with the Great Hayakawa Emperor and quickly lowered her head to ponder.
"36 Joules." Ogata Rizu, having listened to Hayakawa Haku's question, wrote the answer on a white piece of paper without hesitation, a look of matter-of-fact confidence on her face.
Hayakawa Haku nodded expressionlessly, confirming the answer. Yes, ignoring deformation, your oppai did 36 J of work on my arm.
And stop doing science problems; go research bizarre fish eyes.
The study session ended, and the three left the school gates for the train station.
It was September, and the sky darkened quickly. By the time they walked halfway, the stars were already out.