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There weren’t many scenes that could be associated with the words summer festival.

To me, a festival is something I have never experienced before, something that only comes from creative works.

“What do you do at the summer festival?”

“Umm… It’s hard to put into words. Students prepare various things and have a good time.”

I nodded as I listened to Rain’s vague explanation.

Entering the fifth grade classroom, the children were excited and talking passionately about something, perhaps because the festival was just around the corner.

The kids who were now used to me, Shine, and Rain didn’t lower their voices.

I walked past them and sat down in my usual seat.

Appleton’s seat didn’t have a backpack, so she seemed to be later than usual.

I put my bag down and searched my phone for information about the school’s summer festival.

However, all I could find were a few small internet articles, and I couldn’t find any detailed information about the festival.

Judging from the fact that there weren’t even any pictures, it was clear that my grandfather had done something.

I thought about asking my grandfather about the festival, but I shook my head, remembering that he was always pressed for time.

As the time for the first period to start approached, Appleton belatedly opened the classroom door and appeared.

Her small chest was rising and falling steeply, as if she had been running in a hurry, and her mouth was panting.

Her slightly flushed cheeks were strangely attractive.

As I was blankly staring at that sight, Shine grabbed my cheek.

“Ugh.”

“What are you staring at?”

“That, just.”

Appleton came over to us, catching his breath, as Shine was pinching his cheek without mercy.

“Hello!”

Appleton was full of energy, his previous timid appearance nowhere to be seen.

The girl who greeted me and Shine Rain with a bright smile was showing off a charm that was truly impossible to hate.

I smiled brightly and waved at Appleton.

“Are you a little late today?”

I asked Appleton, who was sitting down and packing his bag.

For her, who always arrived early and was the first to be seated, this was the first time she had been this late.

“Yeah. It looks like construction has started on the road I usually drive on.”

“Hmm…”

It was a road construction project that blocked the road. It was an unusual event.

Appleton’s residence must be in an upper-level district, and if they were blocking the road and carrying out construction, it seemed like something urgent had come up.

I fiddled with the cell phone in my palm and then put it in my pocket.

I had my phone out and placed on my hand because little Amy kept asking for it.

I opened my mouth, straightening the hair that had stuck out in the small spark.

“Over there. Appleton.”

“Huh?”

“Do you know about the summer festival?”

“Summer festival? Of course.”

I asked Appleton about the summer festival.

Appleton said the festival has a lot to offer thanks to the many extracurricular activities on campus.

When I asked her if she was preparing anything special for the class, as seen in Subculture, she said no.

I felt a little sorry about that.

I’ve always wanted to try a maid cafe.

Of course, I don’t want to see myself wearing the maid outfit, I want to see Shine, Rain, and Appleton wearing it.

Leaving these regrets behind, I became absorbed in the festival story Appleton told me.

“No outsiders attending?”

“Yes. Due to school security, no one except the students’ families can come.”

“I see.”

“Jeff and Shine are here this year, so will Mr. Ferman join?”

I shook my head at Appleton’s question.

Grandpa Ferman was always living under pressure from time.

It was clear that there would be no time to devote to leisurely things like summer festivals.

“It’ll probably be hard.”

“Really? But wouldn’t you come if Jeff asked you to?”

Appleton may be right.

My grandfather was weak when it came to requests, so if I asked him to do something, he would definitely make time, no matter what.

But I didn’t really want to do that.

After that, the boring classes began.

As much as I was thinking about the festival, the content of the class didn’t enter my mind.

Maybe that’s why the teacher standing in front of the blackboard didn’t realize that he was continuously calling out to someone.

“Jeff.”

“Huh?”

I shook my head and answered the hand that shook my shoulder.

It was Shine shaking my shoulder.

She pointed at me with her finger, with a strange smile on her face.

” in.”

There, the teacher was glaring at me, his face flushed and grumbling.

I tilted my head, wondering why he was so angry, and then he called my name in a loud voice.

“Jeff!”

“I’ve been calling you since a while ago.”

I nodded at Shine’s words and got up from my seat.

All the students around me start to turn their attention to me.

“Huh?”

“Big. Didn’t you hear me calling just now?”

I tilted my head as I looked at the teacher in front of me.

It was a person whose face I couldn’t remember.

While I was wondering who this person could be, Appleton, who was sitting next to me, gently grabbed my hand and spoke in a low voice.

“You’re a 6th grade math teacher. I heard you came in as a substitute for the 5th grade math teacher who wasn’t able to come for a while? ”

You were a 6th grade teacher.

As I nodded my head in understanding, the teacher, whose face turned bright red, tapped the blackboard and spoke to me.

“You’re not concentrating at all in class. Does that mean you’re confident in your studies?”

I looked at the blackboard with a strange look.

It’s true that I couldn’t concentrate in class, but I wasn’t very confident in my studies.

But I had something to say too.

There’s also Rain sleeping next to me, face down on the desk, so was there really any need to point to me and talk?

I glared at the teacher with a disgruntled expression.

He caught my gaze and spoke to me with a strange smile.

“Come forward and try to solve it.”

When I didn’t respond to his words, the atmosphere in the class grew cold.

All the surrounding students started to look around.

Not the teacher, but my own observation.

I looked at the problem written on the blackboard in silence.

A difficult problem, there was no such problem in the math textbook that fifth graders learn.

If you ask me to solve it, it’s not impossible, but if it had been a student who was progressing normally, I don’t think I would have been able to solve it.

A problem too difficult for a fifth grader to solve.

The 5th grade math teacher who hasn’t been out for a while.

I can roughly picture what the teacher in front of me is thinking.

Preemptive strike?

By any chance, did that teacher just pick a childish fight with his students?

I let out a small sigh and slowly walked forward.

Knock, knock, knock – the small sound of shoes echoed throughout the quiet classroom.

As I climbed up onto the podium where the teacher was standing, I frowned at the strangely high height of the blackboard.

Normally, in a situation like this, the teacher would move first and adjust the height of the blackboard, but the teacher standing next to me didn’t seem to have any intention of doing that.

But it didn’t matter.

Almost everything here relies on electricity to operate.

Dismissal-

As I lifted my finger slightly, the blackboard lowered itself to fit my height.

I could sense that the teacher was greatly embarrassed by the sudden movement of the blackboard.

I turned my back on him and picked up the chalk to write down the answer.

Ta-da-dak-ta-dak-

As she received special instruction from Amy, her handwriting was round and cute.

“I’ve written it all down.”

“Huh? Huh…”

The teacher was greatly embarrassed by my words and confirmed the problem.

I looked at him for a moment, then restored the blackboard’s height to its original state.

He was looking at the answers I had written by bending down slightly, but he was flustered and panicked at the sudden increase in height of the blackboard.

The sight seemed so funny that small laughter began to spread among the children around them.

Heh- Heh-

As quiet as the classroom was, everyone could hear the laughter.

The teacher standing next to me could also hear it.

He chewed his lips, his face turning into a tomato.

hmm.

I didn’t like the teacher’s attitude.

I understand that each person’s class progresses differently, but this teacher was beyond my understanding.

What on earth is the problem?

The math class ended in a strange atmosphere that seemed like it was going to explode.

Mr. Tomato took a deep breath right after class ended, slowly letting the redness on his face subside.

If you just look at it like this, he looks calm, but why did he act like that during class?

I thought about the teacher leaving the classroom and then took out my cell phone.

When I pressed 2 and the call button, the ringing continued.

Tururut-

[Jeff?]

“Yes, Grandpa. It’s me.”

The person I was calling was Grandpa Ferman.

He answered the phone before it even rang a few times, as if he had been waiting for my call.

[Okay. What’s up? Have you eaten?]

“Yes. I ate. It’s just that I think the 6th grade math teacher is acting a little strange.”

[Hmm… That’s strange… Could you explain specifically what’s strange?]

“It seemed like you got angry really easily. You didn’t really let it out, but you know how people who are upset have that characteristic tic-tick?”

[yes.]

“That’s exactly what it felt like. A bomb about to explode?”

[That’s strange. When choosing a teacher, the most important thing to look for is character. Wait a minute.]

Just after my grandfather finished speaking, his voice was heard from a distance away.

Because it was so small, I couldn’t hear it properly, but it seemed like he was trying to confirm the information the teacher had given me.

[Jeff. Are you there?]

“Yes, I’m listening.”

[Yes. His name is Typhon. He’s 37 years old. He’s not married, but he’s popular with the students because of his calm demeanor and soft speech.]

“Really?”

[Okay. I’ll send you a photo, so you can check if the person you saw is Typhon.]

Bbi-rong-!

As my grandfather said, a picture of Typhon was sent to my cell phone.

His impression was a little different, but he was definitely the math teacher who had just been teaching the class.

“That’s right. It’s this guy. Could it be that he’s a twin like me and Shine?”

[That can’t be true. You said you don’t have any siblings.]

“I see. Then why are you like that today? Did something bad happen?”

[hmm…]

It was just as my grandfather said…

What on earth is going on?

[I’ll send someone to find out. Stay with Shandroy.]

“Yes.”

I ended the call with my grandfather and put my phone back in my pocket.

It seemed like everyone was concentrating on my call, as they all stood close to me.

I said, pushing these three away slightly.

“Grandpa wants to be with Shandroy.”

So we headed to the teachers’ office.