We are both so confused that we gesture at each other.
Huh! Maybe I just got a confession! Why?
<What do you mean? In Japan, if you call someone to the back of the school building, don’t you confess your love to them!>
<Who put that knowledge in your head!?>
<Because every time I’ve been called to the back of the school building since I transferred, I’ve got a confession of love.>
<A beautiful girl?>
<Eh, hehe. Thank you very much>
That’s not a compliment!
What’s with this girl? Was she that popular?
It’s only been a few weeks since you transferred here!
I mean, hmm? What’s that? Wait a minute?
I thought she’s been awkward with her classmates since she transferred, but was it just because she was too beautiful for people to get close to them?
But recently, she has been getting closer to our classmates because she understands some Japanese.
Man, do you understand! If it’s an anime character, it’s fine. But I can’t tell a human face apart! Good or bad, even more so!
Mysterious? In addition to her good looks, she probably also has a good personality.
Well, no wonder boys are attracted to her. I have no idea.
<Why me, of all people?>
I’m a woman now, right? Am I right?
I have recently become a little more interested in reality.
But that doesn’t mean I’ve accepted reality to the extent that I’m even interested in love.
<The trigger is this.>
What she took out was a student notebook.
When opened, there was a carefully folded printout.
It was a chart I had made, a chart of the correspondence between Japanese and Ukrainian.
<At first, I thought Japan was an exclusive and lonely country. Japanese people are kind to those who can speak Japanese. But they are harsh to those who don’t understand. That’s what I thought. But after receiving this printout, my world changed.>
<To put it that way, that boy who spoke to me first. Let’s see.>
<The boy ……?>
Oh, no. I can’t remember his name.
I’m not interested in other people, so I’m not good at remembering people’s names.
I can remember the names of VTubers as much as I want.
<Oh, I understand. He’s the first person who confessed to me. I’m not good with that person. That boy was nice to me at first, but then he started to bully me. I think he started to dislike me. And yet he confessed to me, so he must have been teasing me.>
<That boy!!>
I fell apart.
Why couldn’t you just be honest there?
<It was Iroha- Chan who first tried to talk to me then. The boy just interrupted you.>
I wonder if that was so!
I don’t think so!
<After I got the printouts from Iroha-Chan, I started studying Japanese. I even looked for study videos on my smartphone.>
<Hmm?>
<That’s how I found.>
<Hmm!>
That is not good. I can’t believe this is happening.
A transfer student shows me the screen of her smartphone.
<Sorry! Watashi, I found out that Iroha-Chan is streaming this!>