"No, this is way too funny... The moment I opened my shoe locker, I burst out laughing. The people beside me looked at me like I was some kind of freak. It was so embarrassing."
"So something like that happened. Then my choice was a huge mistake. I'll be more careful next time."
"Oh? Wait, wait! What kind of notes are you writing?"
"You can't fold Eiichi."
"See you, then. I've taken the money." Lin Yan returned to his seat and turned to look out the window. It was a familiar yet slightly unfamiliar sight: the campus in the early morning. After all, this was a different country, and there were cultural differences, so Lin Yan felt a little out of place. Yet those youthful faces—some yawning, some wearing bright smiles—were familiar.
He carefully examined his own face again. From this, he could infer that time for him in the other world had not stopped; it had continued to pass.
His face was no longer that of an immature youth, but that of a man brimming with charm. His handsome features, straight nose, deep eyes, and thin, sensual lips were all the same.
He was filled with the appeal of a mature man.
It was a kind of sensibility only adults possessed.
"Morning, Lin Yan."
"Morning—"
It was Yao who greeted him.
"What! You don't even use an honorific for me anymore! And you're calling me by my name directly!"
"Because 'Lin Yan' is easy to say! Or you can call me 'Kazu' too."
"No need. 'Yao' is fine, because it's easy to say."
Another ordinary day began. Miss Ozu stood at the podium, and her voice was still so youthful that she did not sound like a mature adult at all. Come to think of it, Miss Ozu was