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My System: An Evolved Computer I Made With My Unique Ability—-Chapter 422 Formal Welcome
After telling Aira to pee in the other restroom, Emma and Satoshi hastily washed each other's backs before they hopped out of the bath. There were a couple of close calls and slips here and there, but nothing much happened. Emma and Satoshi wore straight faces as they got out of the bath. Fortunately, Satoshi's parents were in the kitchen prepping an early breakfast. It would've caused a huge misunderstanding if one of them saw the two coming out of the bath together.
Unbeknownst to them, Ayumu and Tatsuki were aware of their shenanigans. Of course, it's not like the house was a castle. It was pretty easy to notice where someone was because the house wasn't that sizeable. And also, Aira wasn't, particularly the silent one.
Once breakfast was over, Emma and Satoshi said their farewell before heading outside. Just like usual, Satoshi planned on riding the school bus. The only difference this time was that Emma would be accompanying him to and from school.
As soon as they got out, however, they noticed Shiroi waiting by the corner of the street. She was tapping her heels by the second, growing relatively impatient as time passed. The moment she noticed Emma and Satoshi walking towards her, though, her demeanor lightened, and she ran up to them with a vibrant smile, greeting them a good morning.
"Good morning, Shiroi; you're up early." Satoshi teased.
"I'm always up early," Shiroi called out, defending herself while she tried to come up with a comeback. Since nothing came to mind, she decided to change the topic instead. "It's the school bus who's not up early. What time is it? It should've been here by now, right?"
"Yeah," Satoshi responded, looking at his phone to confirm the time. As for Emma, she just stood there in silence since she had no idea what she should be doing on the first day of school on Earth.
"Speaking of time.. where's Hiroshi and Midori? Did you see them?" Satoshi continued. "They should be here by now."
As if on cue, a figure appeared from the corner, running towards the three of them. The figure belonged to Midori, and he was holding a piece of toast in his mouth.
"Hey guys," He said in a muffled tone before he bit down on the toast. It took him one single bite to finish it, which made Satoshi wonder why he held it in his mouth while running in the first place.
"Good morning."
"Good morning." Midori greeted back, his eyes shifting towards Emma, who was silently standing beside Satoshi. "I see, so you were accepted as a transferee, huh, congrats!"
eaglesnov?1,сoМ "Thanks," Emma responded.
Pretty soon, Hiroshi arrived and greeted the group as well. As it turned out, he was too excited about the first day of school that he couldn't sleep a wink last night. It was already morning when he fell asleep, and that explained why he woke up later than usual.
"I checked the list of transferees online. You know Lydia's opponent, the girl called Marie Pettigreen? She also got in. Figures, it would've been a waste if the USA didn't accept someone with that kind of superpower. It's pretty nifty if you ask me. Oh, and of course, Lydia got in as well. Also, that guy named Jonathan Ainsworth, who had the same superpowers as Emma here, he also got in."
A couple of minutes later, the school bus finally arrived at the stop. The driver apologetically explained that the vehicle had a flat tire on the way here, and he had to manually fix it himself. He wasn't late or anything, though, so there was no need for him to apologize.
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The trip to school was uneventful, except for Midori's usual morning ramblings and the occasional reminder for him to keep quiet. Once they got to school, it felt like another year to everyone. Even though their break was only a month in duration, it felt a tad bit longer since a lot of things transpired during that time. Satoshi was most heavily affected by it. To him, it felt like he was now in his second year of high school.
Countless students poured in the school gates while the guards stationed on both sides continuously eyed them. The cacophony of greetings and indistinct sounds could be heard from the crowd, increasingly getting louder as more and more students came in. It didn't take long before the entire school grounds were filled to the brim with students. And even then, students continued pouring in.
It was the start of a new semester, after all, and every student was required to attend the orientation day (or were they?).
This time, every teacher made sure that their students wouldn't miss the orientation day. As much as they didn't want to think about it, they were reminded of the previous semester when no one attended the orientation day, and the principal almost gave a speech to a literal empty crowd.
Even the school faculty members contributed to this event, closing every door and window of the school so no student would enter the premises before the principal was done with his speech. That's why the school grounds were filled to the brim with students, no one could enter the school building at the moment.
A stage was erected right by the edge of the school grounds, and a few seconds later, the principal appeared, walking with a purposeful gait as he approached the stage. He was more than astounded to see that everyone attended the orientation day this time. 'It may seem that the teachers have learned from their mistakes. This is how it should be, a normal and uneventful first day of school."
After scanning the entire crowd, Sai Tama cleared his throat and grabbed hold of the voice amplifier in front of him. He greeted the crowd.
"A pleasant morning, everyone. I'm glad that all of you here chose to attend the orientation day. This is a great view compared to the previous semester, where I stood in front of an empty crowd. With that said, I would like to formally welcome all of you to the second semester of highscho—"
KABOOM~!
Before Sai Tama could finish his formal welcome, an explosion erupted in the middle of the crowd, creating a ripple-effect and causing multiple students to fly in all directions.