When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 11.2: The girls in the class inquired, 'So, did you... you know, do the thing from behind, and then...?' accompanied by suggestive gestures. Part -2.

The girls in the class inquired, ‘So, did you… you know, do the thing from behind, and then…?’ accompanied by suggestive gestures. Part -2.

A summer-like breeze, carrying warmth, flows in through the open window.

It swirls up and gently sways the curtains.

Despite sitting at the edge of the classroom, Sajou-san seems to be the center, instantly becoming picturesque. She’s in focus, while everything around her blurs, making her stand out.

She doesn’t stand out because she is new to the classroom.

It’s as if her very presence feels different, like a star shining brightly in the night sky, or a dazzling moon.

That’s what I honestly think. But it’s not the kind of feeling you have towards the opposite sex; it’s more akin to the awe you feel when looking at a beautiful piece of art… or so it should be. I’ve never looked at paintings, and I’ve never thought a textbook on art was beautiful, so I don’t really know.

It’s more like the feeling you get when you see a beautiful and cute illustration. Beautiful, but not captivating. Something like that.

…That metaphor might be lacking in sophistication. I might have dragged it a bit. I should be more careful.

But it seems like I’m the only one feeling this way.

To my classmates, Sajou-san, attending school for the first time, is just a novelty, drawing some interest. And of course, there are comments about her chest. “Wow, they’re huge…” I hear someone say. Seriously.

Finally settling into my seat, I realize that the chime from the speaker on the blackboard… didn’t ring.

Apparently, the volume was set to zero, but the sound still echoes through the school, reaching our classroom. It’s a common occurrence.

Following the chime, footsteps echo from the serene corridor. Reacting to the sound, students scurry back to their seats like scattering spiders.

“Okay, everyone. Take your seats. I’ll take attendance,” the teacher says as they open the sliding door and enter the room. All my classmates straighten up with a look of composure.

Seeing this, the teacher remarks with a bewildered expression, “You’re good at pretending, aren’t you?” They adjust the volume of the speaker on the wall near the entrance as they walk casually towards the lectern and survey the classroom—then they freeze.

Their eyes widen, and their mouth hangs open.

The focal point of their widened eyes is still Sajou-san, who is still leaning on their elbows and looking out the window.

As if rewinding, the teacher walks backward out of the classroom.

The silence was palpable. Only the curtains continued to flutter.

With a creak, the teacher opened the door slightly this time, peering into the classroom.

Their face moved in small, nervous motions, scanning the classroom like a cautious bird.

“…Are we in the right class? Right?”

It was April of this year. The newly assigned teacher, with an expression of tension and confusion, cautiously entered the classroom they were now responsible for.

Sajou-san’s arrival at school seemed to confuse even the teacher.

At the center of this confusion, Sajou-san remained oblivious, casually brushing aside her bangs that fluttered in the wind, as if unaware of anything amiss.

She noticed my gaze, and her dark eyes shifted to the side.

“What?”

“…It’s nothing.”

Impressive, really.

I couldn’t help but admire her composure all over again.