01. Nekoma's volleyball players are scary

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With her Nekoma uniform on and her hair carefully brushed (not really), Aimi Nanase walked through the streets of Nerima City, the safety shorts she wore under her skirt making sure that nothing would be seen

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With her Nekoma uniform on and her hair carefully brushed (not really), Aimi Nanase walked through the streets of Nerima City, the safety shorts she wore under her skirt making sure that nothing would be seen.

Her new school was near her home, one of the reasons she chose to go there. It was, at most, 10 minutes walking, but Aimi was an idiot. She left home 6 minutes before school started.

    'I wonder what's for lunch today...' she thought, speed walking like always while thinking about the contents of her bento, 'I think grandma said she cooked fish... I don't want to eat fish...'

Passing through the gates of the school, she hurried inside and changed her shoes at a lightening speed. She then speed walked to her classroom and arrived just in time.

Thankfully, there was still a seat in the third row, so she sat beside the wall, which was the best in her opinion since she could rest her head in the wall and sleep calmly.

Not even a minute later, a black haired female who seemed to be in her mid thirties walked into the classroom and the chatting ceased.

    "Good morning, class," she slightly smiled, "I am Shoko Sasaki, your homeroom teacher for this entire school year and your Literature teacher. Now, why don't you introduce yourselves in order? State your name, a hobby and a talent. Let's start with you." She pointed to a bored looking girl who was at the first row.

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