Same night sky, different people, doing the same thing

　　"Shinichi, why are you panting like this? You came back from running?"

　　"Mom... There's always a time when a boy has to run..."

　　"…Husband, the child is stupid in the end!"

　　"What are you fussing about, you already know about that, right?"

　　"..."

　　After talking to his parents, Shinichi covered in sweat went to take a shower, finished dinner, returned to his room, then sat down on the soft computer chair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Humph... black history sealed, amnesty cleared... Okay! Let's get down to business!"

　　He slapped his cheeks and regained his embarrassment, he took out a large pile of cardboard from the drawer, as well as oil-based pens, scissors, glue and other writing materials. Putting notebooks and papers full of handwriting on the floor and went to make a cup of hot coffee downstairs.

　　Once everything was ready, he spread his fingers and excitedly turned on the table lamp.

　　"Next... it's my turn!"

　　It's not enough to just talk big, he has to take responsibility for what he says precisely, earnestly, and do his best, so that he can live up to himself.

　　What's more, they have to continue their studies, and so does Shinichi.

　　People who are always sarcastic on the sidelines will not be trusted from the bottom of their heart.

　　He also had to work hard to overcome his shortcomings and guide them on the route to their goal.

　　So from now on, this battlefield is Shinichi's exclusive property.

　　It was also his first sleepless night.

　　...

　　"Hmm~"

　　Taking off the skirt in the locker room, the girl just took off her panties and slightly bumpy breasts exposed to the air.

　　"Shower~"

After getting naked, Furuhashi hums a song while letting the hot water wash away the tiredness of the day.

　　After washing her body, she curled her hair, stepped into the bathtub with water temperature of exactly 40 degrees, and breathed a sigh of relief, then giggled casually.

　　"Heaven on earth~"

　　Her delicate skin quickly blistered bright red from the hot water, she scooped up the water and splashed it on her face, letting the eyes that had concentrated on that day feel the temperature that could melt away fatigue.

　　The whole body fell limp in the hot water, and Furuhashi looked up at the ceiling that was distorted by the steam.

　　"Dare, huh..."

　　She raised her hand and watched as water droplets slowly fell from her arm.

　　She lacks the strength to overcome anything, and the math intelligence she lacks the most.

　　"That's bravery, and persistence… Hahaaha." She couldn't help but laugh, laughing at him naivety, how old he was and still talking about such things.

　　However, there are people who are more naïve than her, who believe that she is a hero, one of the strongest heroes who can defeat demons, but cannot find a way.

Furuhashi suddenly realized that she couldn't laugh, and she didn't want to laugh at the seemingly indifferent man's passionate speech.

　　Is it such a happy and exciting thing to have someone to support you?

　　No, actually she knows...

　　She knows what it was like before her mother died.

　　No one would give up on her, no one would belittle her dreams, and no one would argue with her so adamantly. Instead, they would playfully nudge her, and stretch out their gentle hands to support her back, Let her move forward without any worries.

　　As long as she had those hands, Furuhashi thought she could do anything. Unfortunately, the real hand has already turned into a star in the sky, waiting for her to find it.

　　Unexpectedly, there was now a man who looked smart but was actually very clumsy and stretched out her hand towards her, trying to support herself with an awkward look.

　　"…This is really sneaky."

　　Facing the ceiling, she said softly, with a helpless yet gentle smile at the corner of her mouth.

　　"Yeah, if he does this, isn't there no reason why I can't do it?"

　　"Okay! Whether it's the educator or Villager A, I will never let down that trust!"

　　She suddenly stood up, let her body leave the hot water, and stepped out of the bath steadily.

　　After combing, she dried her hair and sat down at the table.

She took out her notebook and handwritten homework roll, and turned on the desk lamp.

　　"Before going to bed, remember everything I have learned today!"

　　That's what she's aiming for today.

　　....

　　"Rizu-chan, you can take a bath~"

　　"Understood, Father."

　　Taking her pajamas, Ogata went to the bathroom to take a shower.

　　With a precise movement, she took off her clothes and placed them neatly in the laundry basket. A delicate doll-like but immature face and plump breasts that didn't match her body shape flashed in front of the mirror, followed by the sound of dripping water being heard, and the shower head splashing hot water.

　　Ogata closed her eyes and stopped thinking for a moment, letting her tired soul and body recover little by little.

　　During the liberal arts course, it would exhaust her physically and mentally, because she was always trying to comprehend and analyze illusory things that couldn't be expressed by formulas, and the results were often in vain.

　　Recently, she had to add the pressure from Mafuyu and the sense of urgency that the final exams were approaching. Every time she picked up a book, she always asked herself whether it was worth continuing?

　　Whether calculated in terms of short-term or long-term benefits, the answer is of course just not worth it.

　　She once calculated that the opportunity cost of her liberal arts choice, i.e. the value of continuing to study abandoned paths of science, in terms of monetary gain, was probably several billion yen, right?

　　From a rational point of view, it was like deliberately writing the wrong answer at the end of the formula, and there was no way she would have chosen this way.

　　However, Ogata still wants to know what human emotions are?

　　Reasons to win the game.

　　Can see through the reasons for the opponent's habit of playing cards.

　　Better understanding of why other people think.

　　The ability to make decisions in an instant, even exceeding the calculation speed of a quantum computer, is the reason why the heart is more complicated than any formula.

　　Maybe it's because it can't be counted that it's hard to give up?

　　As long as she understood, she could win the game.

　　As long as she understood, she could show a happier expression.

　　The reason is that simple.

　　So, she wanted to major in psychology, which required her to attend a liberal arts college.

　　Regardless of whether it was worth it or not, if she wanted to do this, she would stubbornly do it to the end, and giving up halfway was the least efficient option.

　　"Just, what does that sentence mean..."

　　The strongest Hero, can't find a way to defeat the Demon King?

　　Does it tell a story? Why suddenly tell?

　　She couldn't understand, and she didn't understand what Shinichi was trying to say.

　　Although the meaning of encouragement is conveyed clearly, as expected, Ogata is still confused by the deep meaning in it.

　　Can't the way of speaking be simpler, it's better to use a formula to express.

　　"Ah..." Ogata stopped her shower.

　　Recalling the incident back then, she pursed her lips lightly, causing several waves in her heart.

　　Even though she didn't understand the words, Shinichi's expression clearly told her it wasn't a joke.

　　He seriously considered the two of them extraordinary and wanted to help them achieve their goals.

　　He is their educator, who agrees with their ideals, not only does not laugh at them, but is even willing to bet on this, risking his school life, a good teacher who is strange and reliable.

　　"This man is not going to hurt us, he is trying to help us. Therefore, I must also use the same effort to repay him."

　　It's just the simplest equation.

　　Even though the answers that could be given now were far from standard, at least she couldn't just let it stay at number one and be quiet.

　　Her hand movements quickened, and after taking a shower, Ogata sat back down at the table before drying her hair.

　　The light refracted by the lens under the dazzling white light of the desk lamp seemed to illuminate the various books of modern literature, ancient literature, and poetry beside her.

　　"Before going to bed, I have to understand this question."

　　After setting the goal with a small voice, the pen started to fall.

　　....

　　Same night sky, different people.

　　They all work hard to study