A Little Nervous About Tomorrow's Exam

"Eh!"

Cion's eyes lit up. Had Stelle remembered?

Stelle suddenly pointed above their heads.

"You mean the fan in our classroom...?" (???ω???)

"Huh?" (′?ω?)?

Cion also looked up at the fan still spinning above March 7th's head, unable to understand what Stelle was talking about.

The answer to this question had something to do with the fan.

Fan... fan...

The fan had three blades. Could Stelle mean...

"Do you think the fan might suddenly fall while it's spinning and smash March 7th?" (°ー°〃)

"What are you even thinking about?!" (╬◣д◢)

Cion suddenly threw a punch, sending Stelle flying into the air. Then he grabbed her by the clothes and shook her back and forth like a platinum-colored Stelle being made into Hami melon milkshake.

"We're taking an exam right now! I told you to read the question carefully!" (;｀O′)o

"Ah, okay, okay, I get it, I get it! I swear I'll read it carefully! Stop shaking me! I'm clearly just the Gynomorphic form you imagined, so why can you grab me?!" (﹃)

"This isn't the time to fuss over details. Come on, show me how to solve this question!" m9(｀д′)!!!!

Cion yanked Stelle's head down and pressed it close to the test paper.

The two began reading the question again.

"But now that you mention it, that fan really could smash March 7th." (°ー°〃)

"It's actually pretty dangerous. Should we tell March 7th about it?" (′?ω?)?

A hint of concern entered Stelle's voice. March 7th was already this dumb to begin with—if that fan hit her too, her IQ would probably instantly break through the lowest limit in human history.

Eh! But if it really did hit her, could two negatives make a positive and bring March 7th's IQ back instead?!

"Don't distract me! Stop worrying about that fan and