“At least we’re doomed together,” said Richard, trying to look at the bright side of things. Apparently, they got a 40, 45, and 50 respectively. Now that’s something youdon’t see everyday.Me, I got 68. That was enough to make me dancing on my table. Nanaho looked at hers, skimmed it for a while, slammed the paper on the table,and made a gesture of disbelief at the test to Nara, with a look of incredulity.“Just cool down, Nanaho…,” Nara was trying to cheer her up, “ There’s alwaysnext time….” Nanaho opened her mouth to say something. Nothing came out after a fewseconds, hesitated, and buried her head in her arms on the desk.I know; it’s the usual scene you see every time we took physics tests. But onething’s different this time. It was Nemura.“Oh my God, Masahiro, it can’t be--!?” Reika asked in disbelief. Some of usgathered around his seat. He got a 91.“Okay, Hiro (his nickname), you are soooo going to die!” Misaki threatened him jokingly.“May the Aum Shinrikyo get you someday,” Goro said in jealousy.But at Hiro’s side, I saw Nemura just stood there, watching Masahiro getcrowded. There was a look of perfect disgust on his face, and he turned his face away. Imean, he
sort of a perfectionist, but he never made that look to other people when hescored lower. Usually he’ll just accept the fact and try again until he succeeds, but notthis time. It seemed that he was real jealous of Hiro. And this type of jealous wasdangerous.On lunch, when I was about to put my tempura on my mouth, which is myfavorite menu, suddenly Ara had alerted everyone on the class about some dangerousnews.“People, people quick! Nemura’s having a fight!”The abrupt news made my first tempura drop to the floor. I hastily picked it upand put it back on the lunch box, wondering if anybody had noticed. Putting that aside, Irushed to the scene; I knew something wrong was with him.On the 2
roof top of our school, near the canteen, I witnessed Nemura grippingMasahiro’s collar with both hands. Masahiro didn’t know what to do, because he can’tretaliate; Nemura was currently stronger than him. I doubted that; Masahiro could’ve pulled a hundred pushups until he starts to get heavy.“Happy, are you, now, Mr. Smartass!?” he sneered.“I-I-I don’t get what, you mean, Nemura,” he tried to speak as he was still beingclutched by the collar.“Don’t ‘I don’t get what you mean’ me! I could’ve pulled a blade on you themoment you and the teacher don’t notice it,” Nemura grimly threatened.“Nemura, please stop, it’s just a test—““IT’S JUST A TEST, HUH!? YOU’RE SAYING IT’S JUST ONE FREAKINGDOGGONE TEST!?” he hollered right at his face. Comic-wise, it would have beenfunny, but right now, it isn’t. At all. We had wanted to help separate those two, but today, Nemura has more strength than usual, so there’s no way we can help except watch. Reikawanted to call the teacher, but Asari refused her to go. Aware of what further consequences it would have, she joined the crowd who can only watch from a distance.