𝔄𝔏𝔏 𝔄𝔏𝔒𝔑𝔈

𝔄𝔅ℑ𝔗 𝔓𝔒𝔓𝔘𝔏𝔄ℜ

It had been just a day since I had joined this school. As I strolled down the long hallway towards my classroom, a sense of anticipation filled me. Upon entering, I noticed that I was one of the first to arrive. The room was nearly empty, with only a couple of my fellow classmates scattered around. It dawned on me that I hadn't really gotten to know anyone's names since I had left. I could only recall a few familiar faces—Hirata, Horikita, and Sudo. However, it was only the beginning, and I knew I had plenty of time ahead to acquaint myself with everyone.

Settling into my seat, I repeated yesterday's routine by directing my gaze towards the window. Lost in thought, I watched as the sky unfolded its captivating canvas, the passage of time marked by its ever-changing hues. Gradually, the room began to fill with the lively presence of my classmates. Voices reverberated in the air, growing in volume as more and more students streamed into the classroom.

The once empty space transformed into a bustling hub of interaction, as laughter, chatter, and snippets of conversations intertwined harmoniously. The atmosphere became electric with the anticipation of forging new connections and building friendships.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the room, as if a silent cue had been given. Our teacher made their entrance, commanding our attention. In a flurry of motion, everyone hastily returned to their respective seats, the hum of conversations fading into a hushed murmur.

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I observed my classmates in the classroom, only to notice that a significant portion of them seemed disengaged from the lesson. Some were immersed in their own virtual worlds, their attention fixed on the screens of their smartphones, tapping away with practiced ease. Others appeared to have succumbed to the lull of drowsiness, their eyelids drooping as they fought valiantly against the irresistible call of sleep. Astonishingly, our teacher seemed unperturbed by this lack of attentiveness, carrying on with the lesson undeterred.

Curiously, my eyes drifted towards Sudo, who had comfortably surrendered to slumber, sprawled nonchalantly in his seat. Despite his conspicuous position, the teacher appeared to be either unaware or unfazed by his blatant disregard for the class proceedings. I couldn't help but marvel at this momentary suspension of discipline, as if a silent agreement existed between teacher and students, allowing for these minor transgressions.

As I contemplated the idea of joining the ranks of the drowsy, the presence of a camera in the corner of the room disrupted my contemplation. Its unassuming placement drew my attention, but it appeared that my classmates remained oblivious to its watchful gaze. The camera blended seamlessly with the surrounding walls, cunningly concealing its presence. I couldn't blame my peers for their lack of awareness; its stealthy integration into the environment made it nearly imperceptible.

An unexpected interruption jolted the classroom into attention as the speaker mounted on the wall emitted a series of tapping noises, resembling the sound of someone gently rapping on a microphone. The classroom fell into an intrigued silence, with curious eyes scanning the room for the source of this peculiar disturbance.

Then, breaking through the quiet, a sweet and endearing voice emanated from the speaker, enveloping the room in its melodic charm. The voice carried a captivating timbre, instantly capturing our collective interest.

"Attention, students," the voice chimed with a delicate warmth, drawing us closer to the enchanting message it carried. "We are pleased to announce that a club fair will take place during today's lunch break in the expansive confines of the gymnasium. This fair offers a splendid opportunity for all those eager to join a club. Kindly make your way to the gymnasium during the designated time. Thank you."