Emotion Taster

Arc 2 Banquet: Chapter 2 - How to Receive Girls

It does. It's also not good to rest while seeing people busy at work. A normal person who knows self-esteem will not allow himself to lie useless in the midst of busyness.

I finally finished lowering the entire chair and tidying up the rows. The job was much faster than cleaning the windows, so I caught up with Fany and helped her there.

Classes are clean, at least more comfortable to look at and do not create an abandoned impression. Farrel arrives late for a picket officer, but he's still early than a regular student.

Even so, there was still no work left. So, all he did was apologize for his absence.

Fany did not mind that, things also improved with my existence helping a little. After all the girl understood that today's incident was equivalent to an accident. No one is to blame.

Picket assignments are important in my school. His results and presence greatly affect the value of attitude in rapot. My principal said, we as students have to learn to take responsibility. If a small task like this alone cannot be done, we may be ready to plunge into society.

For assessment, there is at least one teacher in charge of going around monitoring these activities. The teacher has also come, he is quite satisfied to see the results of our work.

Hmn ....

I was going to ask him firsthand what might upset him. But, it might be better if women did.

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My school studies are ongoing until early September. This month UTS will be held, but it is still about two weeks away. For me, it is not time to learn.

The break bell rang, I got out into a corner and went to the cafeteria to buy some food.

Hmn ....

Sometimes I go to the armory where Imarine and I eat together. But, it seems like today I will just go to the bathroom. I don't know why my laziness is dominating now.

Doubt, duut ....

Imarine : You are here ‘kan, Van? Here well ... Come here donk. Anyway have to come here!

“...”

Well, the reason I went back to eating at that place was Imarine. Sometimes the girl asked me to eat with her, just like today.

From that day on, he became closer to me. We had a little chat because he was also a little interested in my emotional reading skills.

Kaivan: Yesterday I was there. I ‘kan said I can't go there every day.

If I could, I would refuse it. Recalling what he said about personal time, I also wanted these moments of rest to be spent alone. Going with him every day was exhausting and a waste of time.

Imarine: Today I will tell you about people who have problems, which you can take.

“Oh ...”

The second reason we remain friends is this. Imarine with her entire network can help me find people who have serious problems and are likely to be targets of Amalia. Two heads are better than one, and so on. The addition of Imarine as a seeker is helpful.

Hmn ....

But, I also have a report about the girl in the class who was picketed today. Did I ignore it first?

“...”

I was silent in the middle of the road standing by while looking at the message from Imarine.

All right, I ignored it first. Maybe I'll ask Amalia to see him when I get home from school. Unlike Imarine, Fany is in my class and is quite easy to reach.

After I decided, the direction of my path changed. From the west to the east, a quieter special area with a school crowd, where Imarine called out to me.

I didn't eat with Amalia because we never took each other. It was not known how he spent his rest. He and I sometimes communicate over the phone, but there's never a dinner together.

I finally got to the promised place. The first thing I saw there was Imarine picking me up. The girl was standing in the hallway near the library, the closest position that could make her see my arrival.

“Ivan .. sometimes I want to be the person who is waiting for,” he said as I approached. “Why do you always stay out of class?”

“Why do I need to leave class faster for you?” tukasku denied gently.

That's not an answer.

Imarine pulled me to walk into an unused building.

“...”

But, the unused building seems to be no longer applicable now. As long as a month passed, Imarine had already cleared the place. I don't understand why I did that. As a result of its business, there is more comfortable with a set of tables installed ready to use.

Eh?

This time I've been standing on the terrace of an unused building. But, I did not immediately sit down because I saw something shocking.

A male?

The place was first occupied by male students. I did hear that Imarine was going to talk about a person who had a problem, but I didn't hear a single word about him bringing her in right now.

*grid.

The sound jolted the chair due to its sudden movement. The man turned around and started facing me.

“Kaivan?”

“...”

I remember his face, but I don't remember his name. That student was the one in class with me in the first year. He was short enough for a man, probably on a par with Azarin and Amalia. Thin-haired with carved lines next to the head, this person looks quite fashionable with his personality.

“Why are you here?” ask the man.

“I'm invited. But, if you don't want to, I can go,” I said as I began to turn around.

“Wait, Van~ who said you can go,” cut Imarine back to hold me.

The steps I took just now were half joking. I did it because I knew that Imarine would arrest me.

“Ima, why didn't you tell me that there was someone here,” I asked the girl who was holding my shirt.

“Iya, really. I ‘kan ask people who can roughly teach me to like girls, but why even Ivan yang—”

“Hh!?” in a panic the girl cut off the man's words.

“Gmbukh, mhngh ...”

Imarine closed his mouth. The man's breath was so strong that he could not speak.

*plaque, plaque, plaque ....

Slap the man's hand on the mouth that Imarine did. He looked extremely miserable with a short-lived face.

“Ima, leena. Pity him in pain.”

And pity me too who felt the emotional wave of her pain.

“Ah,” her conscious response to her treatment. “OK, I released,” he said while shaking his hands to relax him.

“Fhuah .. hah .. hah ...” His breath was relieved. “Ima, really ... Why have you been so rude lately? Previously not gini feeling.”

“Oh, sorry ... how rough is it, yeah? Though I haven't hit you yet, Ian.” said Imarine as he clenched his hand.

“How to say you have been so .. and please, don't hit me again.”

Any more? Woi .., Ima. Even your hands are now dirty by a hit victim other than me?