The branches of the zelkova trees are covered with verdant greenery, and the late April sun shines through the gaps in the leaves.

The zelkova trees outside seemed to be about to grow into the corridor, and on the corridor where the sun and leaves swayed, a handsome young man walked towards the end with a schoolbag humming a song.

Looking around casually, the outstanding height, the arms that swing when walking, the cyan blood vessels naturally stand out, it seems to be a little hot, and he stretches out his hand to loosen the tie.

This is a real beautiful boy, and his every move will make people fall in love.

It's April 28th, Thursday, after class in the afternoon.

Approaching his destination, Aikawa Yusheng pulled the key out of his pocket.

The door lock of the classroom was slightly mottled and old, and when he picked up the lock to look for the keyhole, Aikawa Yusheng found that the door was hidden and not locked at all.

Pushing open the door and fanning the somewhat choking dust with his hand, Aikawa Yusheng coughed lightly.

The classroom was small, with a beech desk, four or five chairs, an electric fan, and a bookcase without a single book, and a few partitions on the bookcase that had cracked.

Broken tiles from a broken wall enrich the details of Syria's war-damaged buildings.

Alien to this environment,It's a girl sitting by the window writing at a desk.,The school uniform is worn on the body of Kamisakura Sky Wind with a high-end texture.。

The girl lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, pressing the exercise book with one hand and holding the pen in the other, writing on the paper without stopping.

The windows were fairly clean, the breeze blew in, and the white curtains fluttered in the wind, sometimes touching the girl's back.

"Good afternoon, Miss Miko." Aikawa Yusheng said hello.

"Hmm." Kamisakura Sky Wind didn't look up, and responded with a nod and a voice.

"Is it because the door here is unlocked in the first place, I didn't expect you to come in first before me." Looking around with some annoyance, Aikawa Yusheng pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Yes, be careful—" Kamisakura Sora remembered something, stopped the pen in his hand, and looked up to remind.

Shake!!

The chair fell apart, and the world briefly became chaotic in front of him, and Aikawa Yusheng sat on the ground with one chair leg and flew to his right hand.

"The chair is broken." Although it was a little late, the girl looked down at Aikawa Yusheng, sighed, and finished speaking.

From this point of view, the girl's back is a window, and the sunlight shines through her hair, turning her hair that should be pure black into a bright golden yellow, as if it is glowing.

A cloud pinned behind it like a hairpin.

The skirt of the uniform is very long, even if you sit, you can not reach the calf, and the slender legs that are straight and upstairs only reveal a small section of snow white, but a small section is enough to speculate on the beauty of the whole picture.

If you can see such a picture when you fall, it's actually not a special loss.

Anyway, I have a thick skin, and if I fall like this, there is no loss at all, and it is the evaluation of this classroom that has been lowered by another grade.

In the activity classroom, plus the one where Kamizakura Sky Wind is sitting now, there are a total of five chairs, two of which are broken and one that is crumbling.

Sitting on the only good chair left, Aikawa Yusheng apologized to Kazuki Sakura:

"I'm sorry Sakura, because it's difficult to apply for an independent classroom for this kind of tutoring activity, and there are only two of us, so there's no way to apply for a classroom with a better environment."

In fact, Itogawa Marei said at the beginning that the two of them would study one-on-one in the corner of the big classroom, but it was only after Aikawa Yusheng argued with reason - and then it was humbly prayed that Itogawa Marei helped him get the right to use this classroom.

He also issued a military order that he would never harass Kamisakura's classmates and would not do anything illegal in the classroom.

Mr. Uogawa is really too much! Think of yourself as someone!

In such a dirty and messy classroom, how can there be that idea, and it is not tutoring and learning next to the hotel bed.

"It's okay," Kamisakura said lightly, "I don't care about the shabby or anything, but it's a little too dirty here, please take the time to clean it up." ”

"Yes, I'll come over tomorrow during my lunch break to clean up, and I'll change the chairs."

In a sense, this place will become its own base, and there is no reason why it should not be properly organized.

"The key is for you." Removing a tawny key from the keychain, Aikawa Yusheng handed it to Kamisakura Sora.

"Hmm."

Use your middle finger to move the key to the workbook, and continue to work on the problem.

Aikawa Yusheng didn't feel offended by the other party's indifference - this was originally a good thing.

Closing the classroom door and turning on the lights in the room – the lights were still working was good news, Aikawa took out his textbook and began to do his homework.

For a moment, the activity room was silent, except for the rustle of pen balls rolling across the pages and the hazy sound of wind music in the distance.

--

"The third question is written incorrectly, consider the plus and minus signs when calculating the square root, don't leave out this kind of detail, you would have scored not much."

Aikawa Yusheng, who was scratching his ears and writing annoying math, looked up when he heard this, and the girl seemed to have just finished her homework, closed the workbook, and while taking out the textbook, she swept her eyes over the question he had just filled in, and said casually.

"Five, seven, and eight are all wrong, think about what is wrong yourself, and ask me again if you can't think of it." It only took a few seconds to finish reading the questions that Aikawa Yusheng did in ten minutes, and after Sakura Sokaze finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to read the textbook.

The "5" in the third question was changed to "±5", and a total of eight questions were written, and Aikawa Yusheng, who had made half of the mistakes wrong, looked at the other questions in annoyance.

Damn math!

Math - math, m-a-t-h, Aikawa Yusheng, who found that he had not forgotten the word, was in a better mood.

--

"Got a question?"

Kamizakura, who was reading the textbook carefully, noticed that Aikawa Yusheng had just glanced at herself, and she looked up, who was more sensitive to her gaze.

"This can also be discovered, but you can read it first, and I'll ask you when you have time."

This is also good, and I won't disturb the Sakura Sky Wind too much.

"Just ask, I'm free right now." Kamisakura Sora Kaze closes the textbook.

"Then this question, the eighth question, I really can't figure it out."

"At a glance, you can see that it's cross multiplication," Kamisakura raised his eyebrows slightly, as if sensing the simplicity of the problem, but his tone was not impatient, and he looked into the young man's eyes and asked:

"Do you know the concept of cross multiplication, Aikawa-san."

"I know, but I don't understand it very well - forget it, I don't understand."

"Then I'll explain it to you from the very basics." Sakura nodded unexpectedly at this answer, "First of all, you look at the number in front of the quadratic term of the equation, no, that is, 1......"

The cold but pleasant voice, even if it is boring mathematics, sounds like it has a different flavor, plus a faint girlish fragrance.

Kamizakura-sensei is really much better than that old math man.

Aikawa Yusheng, who feels that he has mastered the cross multiplication, sincerely thanked Sakura Kaze.

Next time in math, I can score at least 140 points!

Although it is very simple knowledge, but the foundation of Aikawa Yusheng is too poor, Sakura Sky Wind explained for a long time, the second bell rings after school, the setting sun dyes the beech table dim yellow, the girl packs up her books and gets up:

"I'll go back first, you'd better write a few more questions to consolidate."

Gray school uniform, white shirt, pleated skirt, slender figure, awe-inspiring temperament, even the back, there is a different kind of charm.

"Yes, I'm sorry for you today."

"It's okay," Kamisakura reduced his speed slightly and waved his hand, "It's just that at this level, it's not too much trouble." ”