The Fourth Period Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

"Um, well, every day is kind of..."

Yuihama leaned forward excitedly, while Yukino pulled back. Even so, Yuihama kept moving closer.

"Because I worry about you!"

"Huh, worry?... Huh? W-what are you worrying about?"

Seeing Yuihama smiling at her, Yukino looked flustered. Her usually sharp, lively eyes were now darting from side to side.

Your eyes were wandering way too much... As I worried, someone tugged on my arm from beside me.

I leaned closer, and Iroha immediately whispered in my ear.

"Senpai, want me to translate this conversation for you?"

"No, thanks. Actually, please don't."

Even if she translated it, my grasp of girl-speak was too weak to tell whether it was right. Girl-speak was too profound. There were English-English dictionaries for studying English; it was about time someone published a girl-girl dictionary. Girl-speak was seriously difficult.

It seemed that, to study this language abroad, I should probably go home, take a bath, and sleep. While we were having dinner, I could ask Komachi for a one-on-one lesson. Yes, that was the plan.

All right, home... I started to stand up, but Iroha was still holding my sleeve, so I couldn't move... It wouldn't be right to shake someone's hand off. Just as I thought that—

She suddenly let go, took out her phone from her uniform blazer pocket, and let out a deep sigh. Her expression was strangely gloomy, which caught my attention.

"What's wrong?"

Iroha merely shook her head and smiled, as though she had accepted something.

"I should head back."

"Oh, okay."

Iroha quickly stood up. As I wondered, What did she even come here for...?, she called out to Yukino before leaving.

"Ah, Yukino-senpai."

"W-what is it!"

Yukino, who had been cornered by Yuihama, responded at lightning speed as if she had found a savior.