In August, Kiyo had enough money to buy books. Thanks to the salary earned from hiring kill, he could work at a convenience store.

He didn't dare to play for a whole summer, because he had to have money to make it through the day.

For now, it is considered stable. Just wait until the beginning of September to go to school. But he also has to study before the program and study on his own.

Until the third of September..

Here it is, for another tiring day.

Kiyo after packing all his things in his bag, carried it over his shoulder and headed straight for the bus stop near him.

It took him another ten precious minutes to walk, even though he got up very early.

And here is his first impression of this school:

The yard of Kamakura Middle School is wider than the previous orphanage, with three blocks of houses arranged in an U shape, painted in the yellow color of ripe rice, looking directly at the school gate, and behind the familiar Kikyo Hill. On the roof is the Cosmic Vietnam flag fluttering in the wind.

Let's see, class 7A... it's on the left row, right?

Kiyo looked from afar and saw the nameplate.

Yes, that's right, my class.

He quietly entered. It was a normal classroom, very common in schools like this.

The room wasn't very big, but there were twenty tables and chairs, usually in secondary schools, students always had their own seats.

The window looks a bit old, the blackboard looks new, it must have been replaced.

Apart from the clock, the class didn't hang anything else on the wall. A rather dull-looking class.

There were only eight students there. Looks like I arrived too early, right? And they are doing their own thing.

A boy holding a book looked up at Kiyo and waved. Seeing that, Kiyo didn't know how to respond but waved back. Despite not knowing them.

Kiyo found himself a seat. He sat in the 3rd row, the second table from the bottom. Still, Kiyo liked to study in a quiet corner, where not many people noticed.

Well, looking up at the scene, how dull it looks.

I wonder what my life will be like when entering a school like this? Kiyo wondered.

Kiyo crossed his arms and looked out the window. Next to him are the trees and flowers of this midland region, since his classroom was located in the first floor and very close to Kikyo Hill.

He looked at the natural scenery outside, not paying attention to what was going on in the classroom anymore, because right now, he was lost in his mind.

When the bell rang, he was startled and stood up. The teacher was already in the class, everyone was full.

"Damn... I zoned out again. Let's see, is this Algebra time?" - He mumbled.

When he let the whole class sit down, he took the books. It's Algebra time. For an organized person like Kiyo, it is impossible to forget books or miss classes.

He also did not feel surprised when he entered the school, because he had studied before the program.

When the teacher picked up the chalk and wrote the title, the first class at this school had just begun.