Defeated
Upon returning to the classroom carrying the new desk and chair for Hana, the sight that I came upon was as I expected.
The girl was surrounded by our classmates, each one curiously asking her different questions. Surprisingly though, they weren’t touching what happened earlier. Instead, standard questions usually asked to the transfer student kept being thrown at her.
Things like her interest, hobbies, and any other personal information that’s borderline intruding. It’s like they wanted to know everything about her past while skirting about the present. They also asked about the previous school she attended. How was it there or whether she could now speak that country’s language.
However, the same as before meeting me, Hana coolly put on her angelic smile and responded to them with fewer words and simple gestures. Normally, that should be seen as an aloof way to ward them off but as always, her smile was as effective as before. It’s enough for them to be considerate of her.