Bab 215: Dating the Crazy Ginger Head?

I was staring out a window in the hallway. I could see a few students wandering around in the hallway, too. The cold autumn breeze was tugging on my hair as it was quite pleasant weather. It was neither too cold nor too hot. I had my sleeves folded for the perfect balance of that temperature.

Also, Kizhashi hasn't been very annoying that day. But then again, it was only two days since we started sitting together after the new seating arrangement. She seemed to mind her business with a bit of frequent small talk, but that was it.

It was the last period, and our maths class was going on. But our teacher used to teach in a rather monotonous way that simply used to make a topic sound uninteresting than it is in the first place.