Staff Room.
In front of me is my homeroom teacher.
She's an early-thirties woman with green-framed glasses. She's kind, smart, and a good teacher.
Incidentally, she dropped all the documents she was holding the moment she entered the classroom today. After that, nearby classmates kindly picked them up with smiles, which shows her high favorability among us.
I wonder why she dropped them (white eye).
“…So, there wasn't anything specific happening in your private life that led to this hair color?”
“No.”
“I see. Even though hair color is free, such a flashy color…”
“I'm sorry.”
“It's been quite a topic of discussion among the teachers.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah. You're a top student with no issues—fifth in the year at the end of the first semester. No absences, no tardiness, no behavioral problems. Plus, you're always serious about studying in the library during breaks. And today you come in with rainbow-colored hair.”
“…”
She's probably complimenting me.
From the teacher's perspective, I might be considered a model student.
However, I don't really enjoy studying.
As a loner since first year, I just stayed in the library to avoid people. I also studied a lot to maintain the inexplicable expectation that being high in class rankings would make classmates rely on me. All my breaks were spent studying.
As a result, I ended up being the “don't talk to him” person in class.
With my strange pride from being a top student, I continue studying even during breaks to maintain that status.
It's my own fault. What is my life?
Haa… (expelling some hopeless thoughts).
“Are you okay?”
“Yes (No).”
“Well then, it's fine. The hair color policy is indeed in place, and there are no issues with your behavior.”
“Thank you.”
“Be careful on your way home. Keep up the good work with your studies.”
She extends her hand for a ‘b'. My HP is fully restored. Thank you, teacher.
I leave the room.
“Phew…”
Time to head home. That was quite a conversation.
Since the other members of the home room club have already left, I won't run into them on the train.
[—Next stop, ○× Station, ○× Station—]
Inside the swaying train.
Although I was the center of attention at school, it's not as much here on the train. There are various people with different hair colors coming and going.
“…”
I close the reference book in my hands and look out the window.
Hmm?
How many hours has it been since the start of the thread?
Later.
I open the thread and am left speechless.
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“Bottle Ship”
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LMAO
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1 still hasn't come back lol
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Wait, how many hobbies are there now?
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Umm, 19 hobbies
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It's a nice round number, so I'll just make it 20 (laughs)
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Bump
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Bump (is this okay…?)
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More people gathered than I thought
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It can't be helped
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Whoa
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I didn't expect it to hit 600 this quickly
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Bump
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“UFO Exploration”
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It's about time
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“Smoking”
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“Can Coffee Collection”
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“Polo”
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LOL
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What is Polo? LOL
“What is Polo…”
That voice echoed emptily in the room.
《Polo》
One of the team ball games.
Scoring involves moving a ball towards a goal while riding a horse.
Due to the requirement for a vast playing field and at least one or two horses per player, there are almost no players in Japan.
There are also variations like Canoe Polo and Cycle Polo (using a bicycle instead of a horse).