I Was Unreasonably Dumped By My Girlfriend And Had My Heart Broken. When I Rescued A Beautiful Girl Who Was My Former Classmate And Idol In My Class From A Group Of Yarisa, My Gray College Life Started To Shine - Chapter 15

Episode 15: Wanting to Play Even in the First Class!

―Re: Youth Alliance.

At first glance, it seemed like an incomprehensible alliance had been formed, and since then, we began to act for its purpose.

After finishing our course registrations early, we visited various club activities and attended various welcoming events almost every day.

And so, for about a week, we lived a life of free meals every day.

Finally, the period of welcoming new students ended, and today was the first day of regular classes.

Just before the start of the second period at ten-thirty, I arrived on campus.

The university campus was completely different in size from the small high schools in the countryside.

With different buildings for each department, the classrooms varied as well.

Relying on the campus map, I managed to find my way to the classroom just before the chime rang.

As soon as I opened the door, someone waved at me.

Tapping on the desk to my left and showing a smile was, of course, Hikari Aoba.

Today, too, her smile was radiant.

Her brightness was truly on another level.

Although there were modern and trendy university girls around, she stood out.

Just lightly waving her hand on the desk made the boys glance at her.

While trying not to be conscious of their jealous glances, I quickly took the seat next to Hikari.

“You barely made it, Nogami-kun. I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“I had to come. It’s the first university class.”

“Those who didn’t come to orientation have no credibility, by the way.”
“You really know how to hit where it hurts, huh?”

As we exchanged mundane conversations while taking out our belongings from our bags, the chime rang, and the assigned instructor entered the room.

Today’s class was Japanese Cultural History, an elective subject.

After a brief greeting and the distribution of handouts, the class began promptly.

However, it didn’t quite click.

Looking around the lecture hall, many people had their smartphones on their desks.

Some were chatting away.

Some were engrossed in raising virtual horses, while others wore large headphones, engrossed in rhythm games.

I had read about this in online articles.

University classes had high degrees of freedom; you could leave midway, or even miss classes without informing anyone, so it was necessary to decide how to approach them on your own.

However, I didn’t expect it to be this relaxed.

As I was dumbfounded, Hikari nudged me in the side.

Curious, I looked and found a drawing of an elephant on the back of the handout.

Its trunk was disproportionately long, and it looked distorted like a picture of an ancient ruin, probably.

Next to it, there was an arrow.

“Hehe.”

Yeah, she was here, the excessively free-spirited beauty, right from the first class.

Undoubtedly, she came to start a picture charade.

As I sighed, she leaned closer to me.

“It’s okay. The content is like a high school review anyway. It’s a privilege for the first class. Look, the girl next to you on the right is sound asleep.”
“…Indeed, she’s out cold.”

She whispered to me, her voice close to my ear.

With a mischievous smile, she showed me her phone screen.

There was a shared memo created in the LINE group between me and Hikari.

The title was “Reclaiming Our Youth!”

It sounded like a cheesy TV show title, and it was redundant, but I took it seriously, at least.

Listed in this shared memo was the “List of Things We Want to Do to Relive Our Youth,” which Hikari mentioned last week to reclaim our youth.

Just thinking about it wouldn’t help us know what to do.

So, we wrote down what we wanted to do on the list and visualized it.

For example, “Want to go to a rat theme park,” or “Go on trips more than twice a year,” or “Want to try cooking for myself,” or “Mountain climbing!” or “Want to go to the planetarium.”

Some of the items included, “Want to play even during class!”

The list seemed to have gotten excessively long while I wasn’t looking.

“If you don’t write more, it’ll end up being only what I want to do, you know?”

“Well, that’s fine, but…”

It was fine in its own way.

Whether this counted as reliving our youth or not was a question, but it certainly did.

“…Therefore, the origin of culture can be seen in the patterns on Jomon pottery from around the Jomon period.”

Just listening to this introductory content of the class seemed like a waste.

If that’s the case, enjoying a picture charade wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Drawing a lifebuoy next to the elephant Hikari drew, I handed it back to her.

“Wow, you’re pretty good.”

From there, the picture charade progressed briskly.

Occasionally, we’d listen to the class, but by the end, we had filled most of the small space with drawings of food.

“Medama-yaki” → “Cucumber” → “Apple” → “Sesame dumplings.”

Just then, the end-of-class chime rang.