"Ehhh—Ehhhl!"
"What is this?!"
Reikou reacted after seeing his question paper.
He rubbed his head so fast in frustration that it made noise in the classroom—like someone cutting wood with a saw.
"What the—"
"I don't even know a single answer on this whole question paper!"
"Top—naaa!"
"Pass—naaa!"
"I don't think I'll even get a single mark?!"
Reikou was too frustrated. He rubbed his hair wildly, shook his head, and moved his leg up and down so fast.
The whole class was pin-drop silent. Everyone was busy writing their answers.
Mr. Yinglan was walking around, checking students' papers.
When he turned around, he noticed Reikou sitting in the last seat.
Reikou was the only one not writing. He looked extremely frustrated.
The classroom was silent, but there was an odd noise—like someone cutting wood with a saw and hammering a nail.
Mr. Yinglan figured out where the sound was coming from. It was Reikou.
"Reikou—what are you doing?!"
Mr. Yinglan's voice echoed, and everyone turned to look at Reikou as if he were a criminal sitting in the classroom.
"Ahn—hmm—nothing, sir!"
Reikou stopped and forced a smile.
Meanwhile...
The match had begun.
Everyone was sitting and cheering for their teams.
The team players started walking onto the field.
The atmosphere felt like the final match of the FIFA World Cup, sending goosebumps to all the players.
Both teams entered the ground and took their positions.
"Yo!"
"The time has come."
"Just watch this!"
Kiyoshi was playing for Velmont High School.
He was happy and full of confidence.
He was in the forward position.
"Yo!"
"I'm gonna be the top goal scorer!"
He said with a cocky grin, teeth showing, eyes closed.
But something felt off.
Everyone was here, cheering for their teams and favorite players...
But no one was here for Kiyoshi.
"So what?"
"I don't need anyone to cheer for me."
"If there was no test today, my YOYO team would definitely be here for me."
"But it's okay."
Kiyoshi told himself this with a positive attitude, but deep down, he felt a little off...
The referee blew the whistle, and the game started.
Kiyoshi passed the ball—
Meanwhile...
"What an embarrassing moment I'm stuck in."
"I don't know any answers..."
And to make it worse, Mr. Yinglan was standing there, staring at him.
Reikou sighed. He tried to act like he was writing something.
But he couldn't.
Mr. Yinglan stood there, still staring at Reikou.
"At least write the question."
"I'll give you at least one mark."
Mr. Yinglan said it like he was mocking him.
Then he started walking around again, checking other students' papers.
Reikou scanned the whole class.
He noticed—he was the only one not writing.
Even Ryuuto was writing.
Reikou thought about asking him for help, but Ryuuto was too far away.
"What do I do now?"
"If I don't write anything, they'll consider me the dumbest student in the class."
"No—I won't let that happen!"
"I'll write my own answers. I have no choice!"
Meanwhile...
Velmont High School was struggling against Shiranagi High School.
Shiranagi High School was completely dominating the match.
Velmont High School couldn't even get the ball properly.
The score was 2-0.
2—Shiranagi
0—Velmont
The match restarted.
Kiyoshi stood in the box.
The No. 10 player passed the football from the left wing.
Kiyoshi got the ball—
And he shot it on the first touch—
"Eeechaaaaaa!"
GOALLLLLLLLLLL!
GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
The score: 2-1!
Kiyoshi celebrated his goal by sliding on the ground with his knees and releasing an invisible arrow—
YAAA!
"Yo-Yo-Yo-Goal!"
Velmont High School got their energy back!
All the players ran to grab Kiyoshi—
Kiyoshi was happy, but he noticed something...
A friends' group was cheering for their friend—who was playing for the opposing team.
Kiyoshi saw this and felt...odd.
"Why do I feel weird...?"
For the first time, he looked a little sad.
Meanwhile...
"Sir—B sheet, please!"
Reikou raised his hand.
"Huh?"
Mr. Yinglan frowned.
"A while ago, you weren't even writing anything, and now you're asking for a B-sheet?"
"Sir, please don't waste my time."
Reikou replied with a serious face.
"Gehhh—this annoying child."
Mr. Yinglan whispered to himself and handed the B-sheet to Reikou.
"Ann—Thank you!"
Reikou took the sheet and started writing again—with full concentration.
But the real question is—
What was he writing?!