Part 2
The special exam was a difficult subject to talk about in class.
There was such a bad atmosphere hanging over the classroom that it felt like you could reach out and feel the tension in the air.
“Mornin’ Kiyopon.”
“Good morning.”
I exchanged greetings with Haruka as I sat down in my seat.
I couldn’t feel any enthusiasm from the expressions of the students who had already arrived in the classroom.
The idea of being targeted by censure votes had gotten in the way of normal class relations, making them impossible to maintain. This was probably going to continue until the end of the special exam.
And it would probably even continue for a while after that.
[The classroom’s atmosphere is super gloomy, isn’t it?]
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