Yuhara didn't break her stare when the young man stood there and fixed his eyes back. She only gestured her hands to point towards the outside of the room, without saying a word. Another student who appeared slightly late entered the classroom. She had her arms crossed, still frustrated at the shirtless young man who apparently could not understand Japanese and was sent here to study. "If you don't understand what I'm saying, then you have no place in my classroom. You're wasting time for these students who wants to learn something." She looked away, towards the group of students who were still staring. "Be a little more open to others, not just girls." Brats like that was what made Yuhara hate her job.
She searched for the roll of the classroom and began calling the names out one by one, imprinting a memory of their appearance inside of her head while making her own assumptions about the students as well. Going down the list, he finds the shirtless guy's name. Niel wasn't on the nice list of Yuhara anymore.
She searched for the roll of the classroom and began calling the names out one by one, imprinting a memory of their appearance inside of her head while making her own assumptions about the students as well. Going down the list, he finds the shirtless guy's name. Niel wasn't on the nice list of Yuhara anymore.