Sky Striker Ace, But Symphogear

Hibiki Tachibana quickly understood what Raye wanted to do.

Before coming to live here, Raye had asked Hibiki Tachibana to cover for her before, so that Raye could freely do the things she wanted to do.

This time was no different.

Creak—

The dilapidated wooden door let out a creaking sound, and the two entered the dormitory.

"Phew, it's fine now that we're here. Thanks."

After thanking Hibiki Tachibana for covering for her, Raye briskly walked over to her bed, rummaged around, pulled out a laptop, and opened it with an expectant expression.

It seemed Raye had pleaded for a long time before getting this personal laptop from a nurse she was on good terms with, intending to use it to look up information she wanted to know.

"Mm, good, it finally finished downloading. Should I be grateful this place still has basic internet, or complain that the connection is so slow it took this long just to download a document?"

As she spoke, Raye devoted her full attention to the screen. Hibiki Tachibana sat beside her on the bed and quietly kept her company.

It wasn't that she didn't want to make conversation. She simply couldn't understand how Raye could look at those obscure formulas and words on the screen with such relish when they made her sleepy within thirty seconds.

Hibiki Tachibana could understand every individual word through some unknown principle, yet when they were put together, they became something utterly incomprehensible.

Because of that, no matter how hard she tried to find more topics or more chances to learn something, she couldn't break through the thick, insurmountable barrier built from knowledge.

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[*Heheh, no matter how many times I experience it, the satisfaction of gaining knowledge feels so good. If my brain had worked this well before,