Yes, a High School Girl – Part 03

With Sera’s help, I tied my shoulder-length hair into a small ponytail. Over a set of cute lace underwear, I put on a sailor uniform, paired with black knee-high socks.

I stood in the hallway in front of the classroom door.

“All right, since Aikawa is absent today, this student will be attending class in his place,” said our homeroom teacher—nicknamed the Featureless General, Takeshi Kurisu—I stepped into the classroom.

“What kind of system is that?!” I blurted out.

Mr. Kurisu ignored my question like he expected it, cleared his throat, and read from a memo tucked into the attendance book.

“Uh, this is Ayumi Aikawa. As for how she’s related to Aikawa… apparently, they both want the same kind of racing game controller (the one with a seat) that was recently bought by a college student who hangs around the dog-walking route of an exam retaker living near