37: Tendou-sensei has started the class

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"S-SORRY... Can you help me find my glasses?" The helpless voice made Kobayashi Aotori shrink his neck, quickly agree, and immediately retrieve the glasses that had flown far away, handing them back to him, and then tidying up the things on the ground and returning them to his arms.

Whether it was an illusion or not, but the moment the man across from him put on his glasses, the scholarly air instantly peaked, and the handsome look just now was instantly replaced by elegance.

While Kobayashi Aotori was still frantically evaluating the person in his mind, the young man who had just put on his glasses, sighed in relief, and was about to thank him when his expression suddenly changed dramatically, as if he had seen a ghost, and he stammered in disbelief:

"Thank you... Ko-Ko-Kobayashi Aotori-san?!!"

Suddenly being called by name, Kobayashi Aotori was puzzled. In the next moment, a flash of insight struck his mind, and he suddenly remembered the bespectacled young man he had seen in the audience just now, also looking surprised.

"You're the one who was just watching the match?"

Recognized, the young man became even more nervous, quickly nodding his head, his drooping eyes looking extremely gentle. After hesitating for two seconds, as if suddenly remembering something, he immediately rummaged through the various items in his arms.

Under Kobayashi Aotori's puzzled gaze, he slowly took out a small notebook and a black gel pen, slightly lowered his head, and somewhat timidly handed the pen to Kobayashi Aotori.

"T-That... I'm your fan. C-Can you give me an autograph?"

...

......

Huh—? My fan?!

This guy, with features and temperament so superior that even his voice sounded more sophisticated than a voice actor's, is saying he's my fan?!

Could I have misheard?

Kobayashi Aotori stared blankly at the increasingly nervous young man. The prolonged silence seemed to make the other think it was a refusal, and his eyes dimmed as he slowly withdrew his hand.

"S-Sorry, it was presumptuous of me..."

"...Ah, sure."

Under the young man's surprised gaze, Kobayashi Aotori took the notebook and pen, awkwardly writing his name. Perhaps because it was his first time experiencing this, his writing was a bit awkward.

He accidentally glanced at the pen in his hand, his movement paused, and the action of capping the pen became much gentler.

...Probably because the price of this pen was enough for a month's living expenses.

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