69 – Summer Vacation – 2
Final exams came in the blink of an eye. There were some students who were playing around with the idea of just getting their diplomas, but most of them seemed to be preparing for the exam seriously.
Even that Cordelia showed herself to be seriously immersed in her studies with the exams just around the corner.
Of course, I had a genealogy I obtained separately, so I was a bit flustered. Since there are scores obtained during the midterm exam, I can cover it to some extent as long as I don’t ruin it.
Crazy? Genealogy is also a skill. When I heard this from an insider in the past, I really wanted to beat him, but when it came into my hands again, people’s minds change.
“Didn’t Mikhail hear anything about the couple’s understanding test?”
Hestia, who was preparing hard next to me, suddenly asked.
For the subjects that I passed over as practice without taking separate tests during the midterm exam, I decided to take the exam for grade evaluation when the final exam period came. Among the classes I took, ‘understanding of couples’ was applicable to this.
Perhaps I wanted to show off the uniqueness of this class until the end, but I never told you the contents until right before the exam. Even if you knew it, you wouldn’t have to study separately due to the nature of the subject, but isn’t there a big difference between knowing the content in advance and not knowing it?
“I don’t have one either. It was Hestia who asked me to take this class with you in the first place.”
“Forget about that time….”
I remember the first time I met Hestia. It seems like it was a long time ago, but judging by the date, it hasn’t been half a year yet.
At my words, Hestia blushed in embarrassment.
“What are you ashamed of? After all, you did well in class. The content was better than I thought.”
Contrary to the first impression that there are all these subjects, I was very satisfied with the class itself more than I thought. It’s not a matter of eating raw, but really about the essential problem of improving the relationship between men and women.
There wasn’t a particular problem between me and Hestia that could be improved, but it wasn’t perfect either. If I really did what the professor told me to do and laugh and spend time with, I could feel some progress in my relationship with Hestia.
“Of course, I also liked the class itself. But that’s a different issue. It’s just that when I think back to what I said or did back then, I feel embarrassed….”
I couldn’t understand it, but she twisted her body as if she was really embarrassed. Does she think it’s black history?
“Anyway, don’t you know?”
“Yes. I heard that each time you put out different contents in the first place? Last year, he told us to write letters to each other about what we wanted to say.”
“A letter? What is it?”
“Sure.”
Hestia had an absurd face. I was dumbfounded when I first heard it too. Replace some test with writing a letter. How else do you score?
Of course, this is also the story I heard from Cicero. He told me about last year’s test, saying that there is no such thing as a genealogy because the test is always different.
“Well, if I were asked to write a letter, what should I write?”
“You can just write the words you want to write. Is it a question about what to use to get good marks?”
“No matter how much I write, I don’t think that way, do I?”
She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I was embarrassed and cleared my throat.
“Keuheum, I didn’t mean that with that kind of intention…. Sorry.”
“I just wanted to know what I wanted to say in a letter to someone I see and talk to every day.”
As she said, right now I don’t know what to say if I ask Hestia to write a letter. Rather, it is more difficult to write because I am a person who sees it every day.
I just talked about writing or liking what happened yesterday, I am doing it now, and I will probably do it tomorrow.
It is a story that can be told because it is written rather than spoken. I searched my head but couldn’t find an answer.
“Uh, a story that is hard to put into words? It’s a little embarrassing to say it in person, and it’s okay if you write a story that is awkward.”
“It’s hard to put into words….”
In the end, what came out of my mouth was an obvious and principled story. That too is easy to say.
However, if Hestia felt something from my words, she lost herself in her thoughts and started muttering a story that was difficult to put into words.
“Hey, Hestia… ?”
“I decided!”
She jumped up from her bed and grabbed my shoulder.
“I will write a letter when the exam is over.”
“A letter? Suddenly?”
I was a bit embarrassed. Why are you suddenly obsessed with letters?
“Mikhail, is there anything you want to say to me but couldn’t?”
To be honest, I don’t think there’s anything special. However, when she saw Hestia’s shining wall, she couldn’t help but let her mouth go. I eventually sighed and nodded at her.
Did you know, when you sit in front of your desk and face the stationery, you’ll just think of things you’ve always wanted to say but couldn’t.
Hestia saw my positive sign and she jumped in love.
“Isn’t it? So let’s write a letter for us too.”
“… What the hell are you trying to say?”
I started to be afraid when I saw him wanting to write a letter. It was like this, but I think it would hurt my heart if things like this were written in the letter about things I felt sorry for and things I didn’t like.
She kept her mouth shut at my question and shook her head.
“That’s a secret. It wouldn’t be fun if I told you now.”
“You don’t mean to insult me, do you?”
“I don’t know that again.
Hestia gave me a mischievous smile at my question.
Isn’t it?
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“It seems like it’s been a really long time since I’ve seen anything enter the classroom.”
“Because I always played outside.”
“I played a little.”
“Honestly, I played.”
We decided to take the ‘couple’s understanding’ test in the classroom. As Hestia said, it’s been quite a while since I entered this classroom. It’s usually practice, and I was active outside. We went out and looked around the streets together, went on picnics, and played games we used to see in entertainment venues. I played literally.
Even Hestia couldn’t deny that she was playing, and she changed the conversation to something else.
“How was the other test?”
“All right? I think I looked good.”
Writing is invincible. Genealogy is a god.
To my surprise, except for the basic swordsmanship class, all the other classes had problems in the genealogy I had taken beforehand. I was excited to solve the problem while singing her hum, but at the same time I was worried. Still, is it okay to raise a problem like this insincerely at the best educational institution in the empire? There was also a subject where I didn’t make a single mistake and gave the same problem as last year.
The basic swordsmanship was the same as the midterm exam. Sparring with a designated opponent. I was against Helford again this time. After the last accident, he started after doing a very thorough investigation to see if he had gnashed his teeth. A thorough body search before the start of the sparring basically opened the mouth completely and looked up to the bottom of the tongue. Only the assistants who touched the tongues of the students to see if there were any suspicious items died.
Especially Cordelia’s opponent. They searched all over with the momentum to take off their clothes. Even her opponent, Cordelia, was startled when she put her finger under her tongue and ran it through.
“Under the tongue? That’s a bit.”
Hestia hated hearing my story.
“Is everyone here?”
While talking with Hestia for a while, the professor came in. She began counting her students as she stood in front of her desk.
“Okay, you’re all here. It feels like it’s been a while since we met in a classroom like this. Oh, put the desk down there a little more. Yes, that’s good.”
The student who was pointed out moved the desk a little while rattling. The professor smiled contentedly and began guiding her through the exam.
“There must be quite a few students who are dissatisfied with the fact that the contents of the test were not taught at all until right before the test. But I hope you understand that I couldn’t help it. If you know in advance what I have prepared for this time, the test will have no meaning.”
She came towards her students and started passing her white blank paper. Hestia and I also received one each. The professor, who handed out all the papers before we knew it, declared to us who were sitting with a puzzled look on our faces.
“We decided to faithfully follow the original purpose of the course for this exam. Please write as much detail as possible about your partner on the white paper in front of you. Scoring will proceed with consultation with you based on this test paper later.”
After her words, there was a strange silence in the lecture room. Everyone was making eye contact with their partners without even realizing it. Hestia and I also met eyes.
Write about Hestia in detail?
“If you have finished writing first, you can hand it in to me and leave the room. I don’t think it’s a very difficult test if you’ve been following the class faithfully during this semester. Well, guys. Please start the test.”
That comment is really macro. Professors from different worlds do it too.
Write details about your partner. I wrote the professor’s declared problem in large letters at the top of a blank sheet of paper.
About Hestia. After rolling the pen a few times in my hand, I began to write the first sentence without hesitation.
Hestia von Gracia is beautiful. She is smart, sincere, caring, her eye smile is pretty, and her hair is silky.
I wrote her Yongbieocheonga to her heart without any hindrance.
I was a bit taken aback right after I heard the question, but now that I think about it, isn’t this completely my specialty? To be honest, I could use it all day.
How about being a little subjective? I said I would compliment my fiancé, but who stopped me?
Ten minutes later, I proudly handed in the test paper, which was packed from front to back. It is a gold medal. Was the fastest
The professor looked at my exam paper, which was packed in front and back, glanced at the contents, and looked at me with a tired look. But I didn’t care at all.
Let’s stay like this for a while and when Hestia comes out, we’ll go together. When she runs out, she told me to submit and leave the room, so won’t she come out soon? I waited incessantly in front of the classroom door.
But she didn’t come out even after 10 minutes, 20 minutes, or even after all the other students had left.
It was only after the allotted test time was over that she came out of her exam.
“Mikhail….”
Hestia, who came out of the classroom with the professor, was crying.
“I’m sorry.”
“No. I’m sorry, why are you sorry?”
Hestia rushed at me. I patted her on the shoulder.
She whimpered in her arms. I tried to blow her nose, but she held back, thinking it would be better to just stay still.
After a while, Hestia whimpered that she had calmed down a bit and explained why she had come out so late.
“When I tried to write about Mikhail, my pen didn’t move at all.”
“Why did you cry?”
“I’m just sorry. It was only after doing this that I realized that I knew nothing about Mikhail.”
“Why is it your fault? It’s my fault for not saying anything.”
I gently held Hestia’s hand. Her hands were shaking a little.
“Well, I don’t mind saying this, but it’s been less than three months since we’ve had a proper relationship. It’s starting now. You’re still going to be together even during vacation right now, right? I can’t get to know you slowly. What are you crying about?”
The trembling in her hands gradually stopped, as if her heart had been relieved a little by my earnest consolation.
“Turn around for a second.”
I quietly turned back. It seems that she doesn’t want to show her face that was messed up from crying.
After a while, she took a few deep breaths.
“You can watch it again now.”
Although the corners of her eyes were a bit red, she looked pretty normal.
“Have you calmed down?”
“After. Thank you for comforting me. Should I call this comforting?”
“Let’s say you’re planning a vacation.”
Her emotions must have calmed down a bit, and she smiled lightly at my words.
“You know what? What was the first sentence I barely wrote in 10 minutes?”
“What is it?”
“Mikhail von Sirius is handsome.”
“It’s a coincidence. Me too. Hestia von Gracia is beautiful.”
At my words, she, like her professor, looked a bit fed up.
“Why are you looking like that?”
“No, I just thought that was the first sentence of that long story, so it was a bit like that. What did you write?”
“She is smart, sincere, caring, has a pretty eye smile, her hair is wavy, wise….”
“Stop! Stop! Please stop!”
Hestia covered her ears and collapsed.
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