Spending A Lovey-Dovey College Life With A Spoiled Childhood Friend - Chapter 12
Translator: Hayme
Editor: AJ1703
AN: Miyu’s venomous tongue is about to explode in the worst possible way. What will be the result?
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May 6th, Monday. Golden Week is over, and my days are back to being a little depressing. My lunch break has just ended, and I’m in my free time without classes. It’s not uncommon to have a Free time in the class schedule like this, since the university allows students to take any lectures they want, except for the required ones. During this time, Miyu and I were staring at the whiteboard.
Epsilon Delta (εδ) Theory. It is a basic concept used in the analysis, which is the basis of college mathematics, and yet it is a theory that strikes fear to many Computer Science undergraduates. I heard that some people stayed at the University because they couldn’t understand it. Anyway, Miyu, who seemed to be unconvinced by the explanation of the Epsilon Delta Theory, wrote the equation on the whiteboard and groaned.
“In the first place, I don’t understand what ∀ and ∃ are…” (TLN: Same kekw) (EDN: They’re speaking the language of the gods.)
What Miyu was struggling with was the concept of quantifiers, which I, who happened to be taking a different class, understood easily. But Miyu, who was suddenly introduced to this symbol in analysis, was still not satisfied with the teacher’s explanation. For me, I think it’s a mistake to talk about Epsilon Delta first, when they should be talking about quantifiers first, just like I did, but whatever the reason, Miyu is seriously worried. It’s strange that Miyu, who is inherently smarter than me, had a hard time on this.
Looking at the diagram on the whiteboard, I was thinking of giving her a helping hand as her mind seemed to be going in circles. But then–
“Ahh, Epsilon Delta. That is a problem for everyone. It’s the teacher’s fault for not talking about the quantifier first.”
A passing student who seemed to be a senior mumbled something like that from behind me.
“Um… Who are you?”
I asked for his name.
“My name is Iwasaki Ryoto. I was just passing by and I heard you guys talking about the Epsilon Delta, so I was curious.”
Iwasaki-senpai was an intellectual-looking man with glasses and a slim figure. Wait no, that’s not important.
“The girl over there. I don’t know your name. But, If it’s okay with you, would you let me teach you? I also had a hard time with it when I was in my freshman year, so I know how it feels.”
Iwasaki-senpai made a polite offer. It must have been a bona fide offer. However…
“So you’re just passing by, what’s up with you all of sudden?”
Miyu suddenly took a stern attitude towards him. This is not good, I thought.
“It’s true that I was just passing by, but you seemed to be in trouble so…”
Iwasaki-senpai was bewildered by the stern response.
“I’m not in trouble. I mean, why are you only talking to me and not to Ryu-kun?”
The atmosphere was getting worse and worse.
“Ah no, the boy there. Ryu-kun was it? He didn’t seem to be having any trouble so…”
Iwasaki-senpai sluggishly made an excuse.
“You have an ulterior motive for teaching me how to do this, don’t you?”
It was obvious from the side that he was trying to be considerate, but Miyu’s verbal assault never stopped.
“…”
The senior couldn’t think of anything else to say and fell completely silent.
“I think people who approach you like that are the worst. Please go away.” (TLN: oof)
She’s done it, I thought.
“Ah, I’m so sorry. I guess it was none of my business. Please excuse me.”
I saw him walk out of the student lounge in a hurry. But, I quickly chased after Iwasaki-senpai.
“Um… Iwasaki-senpai. I have something to tell you…”
“Ah, Well… Ryu-kun, right?”
He gave me a weak reply. He seemed to be down about what happened earlier.
“My name is Takato Ryuji. Earlier, Miyu, ah, her name is Asakura Miyu, and I’m sorry that my childhood friend said such terrible things to you.”
At the very least, I should apologize on Miyu’s behalf.
“No, it’s okay. I was thinking of helping because I saw a pretty girl, so it really hit me hard.”
He must be a very sincere person to admit that, even though he could have claimed that it was not his fault at all.
“But I don’t think that’s the case. It’s just that she had an old trauma, and I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I just want you to know…”
I wanted to at least tell him this.
“I see. But it was a bit pathetic of me too. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
He walked away with his shoulders slumped. Now then, the only problem left was Miyu.
When I returned to the lounge, Miyu was not there, and I wondered where she had gone, but she had sent me a message on Line that said [I’m going home]. She must be very depressed right now.
I hurriedly left the University and rushed to the apartment. I rang the intercom, but there was no answer.
“I’m going in.”
Using a duplicate key, I opened the door to the apartment and entered. It was then…
I saw Miyu at the back of the room, sitting in a corner with her back curled up.
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Sure it’s not that kind of genre, but it could be a disguise… just like the one I referenced👀