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Thanks to Yuuyami-senpai's voice mails, I'm almost late for the bus... Gathering the materials for today's classes, I realize that we have Art Studies this evening.

The long vehicle of vivid green just turned, showing its muzzle. If I miss it, I'll be in for a pinch, so I hurry on my way there.

It's not been so long that those buses went in widespread use throughout the country. At least, it looks like politicians care for the environment somewhat.

A great thing about living in 2033, is that we get to see TV holograms. And we can even connect our phones, to select the channels we want to watch.

How convenient, now please let the news be droned out to me.

Makes me wanna sleep, but it's not gonna be so long a ride.

The talk on TV sounds oddly relevant for some people, but not me. It's about an Economic Forum around South Asia. So long as there's no war to involve me, I'll sleep soundly...

Soon enough, the Sonoserena High-School comes into sight, letting me know I ought to get down. Now, if I can get past Yuuyami-senpai's line of sight, this should be a peaceful day.

Carefully making my way to the classroom, I get to avoid her. It was kind of close, but she jumped on the group of girls talking about the angel of death, or something...

Today starts with Homeroom, which is fine because I don't have the energy to focus this early.

But if I fall asleep in front of Hashi-sensei, she might well call Mom.

Speaking of which, she is yet to arrive, as the other students sit down at their pace, chit-chatting with the usual vitality.

I hear flying by, at different times, "model", "overseas", "ghost", and "rich". This sounds like it might summon Yuuyami-senpai, so please change the topic already...

Can't help but notice too, how many classmates are jittering and typing on the tablets the school issued to each high-schooler.

"Ahem. Can I ask of you all some quietness? First off, I want to tell you good morning."

"Good morning, Hashi-sensei," answers a behaved class. Half out of surprise, half out of habit.

"Like a few of you might have seen, entering the classroom, we have a new head amongst ourselves."

Turning to the door, she gestures somehow, and a blonde girl comes out. The girl is wearing our uniform, and walks with a confident gait. As she reaches Hashi-sensei, her hair flies behind her, before softly resting on her shoulders.

... "Overseas" and "model" now make sense. As for "rich", that remains to be seen.

"Write your name and present yourself, Kanadera-san."

Taking the white chalk that was handed to her, the girl writes her name. But it's not like we learn its orthography just now... Since she's heiress to the most known conglomerate in Japan.

"My name is Tenshi Kanadera. As you might guess, I also hail from overseas, namely France. I hope that the time we'll get to spend together will be great."

As she speaks, I feel as if Kanadera-san was looking at me. Not as a matter of belonging to an assembly, but me, individually. Which doesn't herald good news...