There was only one desk lamp on in Dormitory's room, and the dim yellow halo made Kazehara Tetsu's shadow grow diagonally.
Notes The screen of this computer is glowing with light, and lines of complex text and formulas are jumping in the document.
"Da da da da..."
Kazehara Tetsu is sitting at the desk, his fingers flying on the keyboard of Notes's computer.
For others, compiling four hundred difficult questions within a month is a project that can make people lose their hair or even break down.
But for Kazehara Tetsu, it is more of a slightly complicated game than a mission.
The questions on the document are gradually increasing, and each one is a trap that has been carefully calculated.
He did not choose super-outline questions that could be seen at a glance.
He chose the "grey area".
This is an unpopular knowledge point that the teacher said, "This part is rarely tested, everyone just needs to understand it."
For example, two or three extremely unpopular Mathematics axioms are combined together to construct a Geometry Problem whose logical closed loop is complex and the amount of calculation is staggering, but in theory it can be solved with basic knowledge reserves.
For another example, in Modern Text, an extremely rare and obscure article is selected, and the question angle is so tricky that it requires a deep understanding of the author's life to understand the metaphorical reading comprehension.
"If this is the case... what will the teachers do during the review?"
According to Majima Tomoya, the teacher's responsibility is to "correct" rather than "rewrite".
Faced with this kind of questions that do not exceed the syllabus, but are simply "rarely abnormal" and "extremely biased", in order to maintain the seriousness of the exam and the rigor of the rules, teachers can only optimize the questions, or slightly reduce the amount of calculations, and correct them to the extreme edge of "just can be done".
For ordinary students, to solve this kind of problem in such a high-pressure environment, it will take several times the time just to understand the meaning of the problem.
But for Kazehara Tetsu, this is just a simple call.
It seems that there is a Library stored in his mind, and he can easily access it with just a thought.
No need to flip through books, check information, or even scratch paper.
"Click."
At this moment, Dormitory Door Lock made a soft sound, then the handle was turned, and the door was pushed open without warning.
Kazehara Tetsu's fingers did not pause, even if it was just a tenth of a second.
His eyes were still locked on the line of equations on the screen.
"Although you have the key... but now that you know someone is in the room, it would be better to knock on the door a little next time. Is this basic courtesy?"
"It's so troublesome."
A slightly lazy and cold female voice came from behind.
She was shaking the Spare Key in her hand, making a "ding-dong" sound.
Kamuro Masumi.
She was wearing casual clothes, her long purple hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, and there was no hint of self-consciousness on her face that she had broken into a room with the opposite sex.
She kicked off her shoes, stepped on her little feet wrapped in white socks, and walked in quietly.
"It's faster this way."
She gave a reason that was very consistent with her character.
Kazehara Tetsu pressed the Enter key, finally paying some attention, and glanced sideways at her.
"So, what's the point of sneaking into a boy's room at night?"
Kamuro Masumi has already walked to the bed.
She did not answer, but scanned Kazehara Tetsu's body with those eyes.
"Are you asking questions knowingly? Or have you done that kind of thing too much and become stupid?"
She shook another string of Spare Key that she had not put down in her hand, making a crisp sound.
"You should understand, right? That kind of thing."
That kind of thing.
In this closed room, the lonely man and the widow can do "that thing".
Kazehara Tetsu turned his head again, his eyes returned to the screen, and his fingers continued to type on the keyboard.
"Wait a moment. I'm currently preparing a 'gift' with great interest, and I don't have time to talk to you at the moment."
If it were any other girl, she would have been angry long ago when she heard a statement like "work is more important than you".
But Kamuro Masumi just shrugged.
"Tch... so boring."
She didn't leave or complain, but turned around and fell directly on Kazehara Tetsu's fairly neat Single Bed.
The bed sank slightly due to her weight, making a slight sound.
Kamuro Masumi was lying on his side, supporting his head with one hand, and curling the ends of his hair boredly with the other hand, looking at the broad figure with his back turned to him.
"Why agree to this trouble?"
She looked at the dense text on the Kazehara Tetsu screen. Just looking at it gave her a headache.
"Don't that Katsuragi guy really want to show off? Just let him do it. People like you... don't seem to have such a Collective Honor guy."
"Indeed not."
"It's just that I have nothing to do. And... being able to legitimately cause pain to others is a kind of fun in itself, isn't it?"
"... What a bad taste."
Kamuro Masumi rolled his eyes, turned over, and lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Same as you."
Kazehara Tetsu replied casually, "You can go back to your own room and sleep comfortably, but you have to go to a man's room to 'make trouble'... This is also a bad taste."
"Those are two different things..."
Kamuro's voice became softer, and his cheeks felt slightly hot in the shadows.
Time just passed by with the sound of keyboard tapping and occasional chatting.
Kamuro Masumi was lying on the bed bored, playing with his mobile phone at first, and then simply threw the mobile phone aside and closed his eyes to rest.
But her breathing did not become steady. Instead, as time went by, it became slightly lighter and heavier.
Finally.
"Crack."
As the entry of the last question was completed, Kazehara Tetsu hit the Enter key hard for the last time, and then closed Notes's computer.
One hundred ways.
Today's share was not only completed, but even exceeded expectations.
He stretched.
"It's over?"
Kamuro Masumi on the bed immediately opened his eyes.
"Well, let's do this for today. If I continue writing, I'll have to stay up all night."
Kazehara Tetsu turned around and faced the direction of the bed.
At this time, Kamuro Masumi was lying on her back, and the slightly loose home T-shirt rolled up a little with her movements, revealing a section of her white lower abdomen and her looming navel.
When she saw Kazehara Tetsu's gaze sweeping over her, she did not cover it up. Instead, she raised her chin slightly, with a hint of provocation in her eyes raised at the corners.
"You made me wait for two hours... your frame is really big."
Kamuro Masumi Slowly sit up, put your hands behind your back, and lean back.
"What? Haven't you seen enough?"
"It's been a long time indeed."
Kazehara Tetsu stood up and walked towards the bed step by step.
As he approached, the strong masculine aura instantly enveloped Kamuro Masumi.
"Since waiting is so boring..."
Kazehara Tetsu walked to the bed and looked at her condescendingly.
"Then let's do something 'fun'."
"..."
So the next step is to give this uninvited "guest" a practical lesson on biology.