The God of Study is Shy of Strangers Prologue
The Window G.o.d
The national language cla.s.s after lunch was the most sleepy period.
Most of the students fell asleep, and the teacher too has given up reading the textbooks.
Alone amid all that, he was sitting straight.
However, it was a beautiful att.i.tude, or rather a natural posture. As if standing over there.
With calm and delightful expression, looking at the textbook, or writing on his notebook.
His line of sight was very focused, somewhat gentle.
Sunlight from the windows wrapped around him.
Seems like dazzling, like warmth.
Like shouldering a halo, under the eye of affection, like the figure of Maria.
Somewhat divine, a tranquil love.
For some reason or another, he seemed like a G.o.d.
I wondered if he likes studying.
Or else, I wondered if there is anything good.
For some reason or another, until I who was looking too, I seemed to feel happy.
I want to ask.
What you are looking at, is it different from what I see?
Also, I want you to tell me&h.e.l.lip;.
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