"Right, Mitsuha, next class is classical literature." Sayaka gave up on her search for the handsome Tokyo guy and instead started guiding Oreki.
"But honestly, it's such a shame."
"Our classical literature teacher is Takehara, not Koyuki."
"Koyuki?"
"Yeah, Koyuki."
"You probably haven't paid attention, Mitsuha, but the classical literature teacher in Kawahara's class is Koyuki. We all call her Koyuki."
"She's really pretty. The students in Kawahara's class all say there's a natural beauty standing at the podium!"
Some girls had done a little research into artificial beauties and could be called authorities on that front, so they could tell at a glance that Koyuki was wearing light makeup.
But Koyuki's light makeup wasn't to make herself stand out. It was to hide her beauty.
So everyone said she must have been an extremely pretty beauty since she was little, and none of them could imagine a life where someone was so beautiful they even had to cover up their own beauty.
Even though she had introduced herself by name, because she was too pretty, everyone had ignored it and just called her Koyuki."
Oh.
Oreki wasn't all that interested.
"And then?"
"And then she hasn't come to class for two weeks." Sayaka sighed. "Apparently, she didn't get along too well with the third-year girls."
Sayaka and the others here were in second year, and there was still a higher grade above them.
And the fact that one classical literature teacher had to teach two grades meant the school's teaching staff was still rather worrying.
"After that, Koyuki took leave. Don't know whether or not it was because of that."
"It's such a shame, and the school hasn't given any explanation either," Sayaka said with a sigh. "Otherwise, in the second half of this year, when our classical literature