Chapter 10.
<strong>Chapter 10. Fitness test. (3/6)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">By this point, I’d unraveled Rosa’s potential identity and the allotted 12 minutes were up. She didn’t look as tired as I expected her to be. She returned to my side and sat down on the bench directly beside me. The bare skin of her leg was directly in contact with my hair and I could feel her body heat much more intensely than usual thanks to this workout.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You really showed no mercy and killed off the little confidence I had in my score, didn’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wasn’t counting. How manyps did I run?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“35. How scary. I don’t think I would have beaten you even if those guys didn’t interfere. You don’t even look tired either.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t want you to make any excuses so I made sure to beat it by a good enough margin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s my loss, what did you want me to help you with exactly?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’ll just get straight to the point without beating around the bush. I’d like for you to help me study for the midtermsing up in a month.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. So it was a request like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm, were you hoping for a more exciting request?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d like to help… but… don’t you think there are much better candidates who can help you study? It’s not like my grades are particrly impressive. If you ask the smartest guy in our grade or something I’m sure they’d be more than happy to help out if it’s you asking.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not interested in asking the smartest guy in our grade though, I’m asking you~” She poked my cheek yfully with her index finger.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s quite a troublesome thing you’re asking of me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s troublesome? Howe?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I work a part-time job from 4:00 PM to 9:00 PM every day except Sunday. If I’m going to help you study, it would have to be after 9:00 PM on weekdays, before 4:00 PM on Saturdays, or just all day on Sunday alone. I doubt your parents would be fine with an arrangement like that. And you wouldn’t want to spend your entire Sunday studying with someone like me, right? I also like to recuperate and rest on Sundays as well.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is a bit of a surprise. I really didn’t expect that someone like you would be working a part-time job.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, there are reasons for that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just reasons.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t want to tell me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rather than not wanting to tell you, I just don’t feel like exining.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So it seems like I probably won’t be able to fulfill your request for help to your satisfaction.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I never said I couldn’t work with those hours. I’m perfectly fine with after 9:00 PM during the week so you can keep your rest day for yourself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hold up. You might be fine with that, but what about your parents?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They wouldn’t even notice I’m gone or care.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How do you know that for sure?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I live alone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She lives alone as well? That’s honestly unexpected.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not lying, are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not lying~” she made circles on my cheek with her index finger.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It sounds like you’re lying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t believe me, then drop by my ce to verify it with your own eyes any time you want.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you live in an apartment?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How do you take care of rent?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My parents wire it from overseas. They’re always busy with something, moving about from country to country. We live separately so I don’t have to keep transferring schools and I can live a normal school life that way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Moving about from country to country…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds like it’d get lonely not seeing them all the time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe. But I don’t particrly feel that lonely since I’m actually quite enjoying the life I’m living as a normal high school girl right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right.” A normal high school girl… right now… Implying there may be or was a time where she wasn’t.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you move around with your parents a lot in middle school and elementary?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I actually did. But when high school came I put my foot down as I’d had enough. I showed my parents I had the ability to survive on my own. Thus, I became independent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know, someone who’s truly independent doesn’t rely on their parents to wire them money from overseas.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Actually… Ipletely agree. It’s just… I’ve been having a hard time finding a job as a student. It was quite a surprise for me to learn you actually got one. I kind of feel a bit defeated and slightly jealous.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s really nothing to feel jealous about. Rather… I feel a bit envious of you since you have the option to work or not work. I just got whatever random job I could get my hands on because I absolutely needed it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A normal low-pressure job like yours is great if you ask me. If I can get a normal job soon, it would be a major relief.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Somehow the two of us had ended up on a rather unusual topic for kids who were only in their first year of high school. It was a conversation I’d think would be reserved more for second and third years closer to graduating who had to seriously worry about these things.
<span style="font-weight:400">Though through this conversation, her preference for older mature guys suddenly made a bit more sense to me now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Everyone, we''re moving onto thest two tests. They won’t take as long as the first two we just did. It’s just to see how many push-ups and sit-ups you can do within a minute.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When everyone heard the teacher make that announcement the entire ss groaned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Time for you to get up~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s the point? I’m just going to lie back down on the ground anyway.” Izily rolled off the bench like a sloth exhausted of all his strength.
<span style="font-weight:400">I repositioned myself in the nk position and readied myself to attempt doing push-ups.
<span style="font-weight:400">When the teacher started the timer I attempted to push my body up. Unfortunately, I had not an ounce of strength to muster let alone the slightest motivation to perform such a task.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve already reached my limit. Zero push-ups. I worked hard. It’s time to take a nap. The ground is quitefortable. It’s nice and cool. Good night.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A shadow was cast over me. Red hair drew closer toward me until it fully obstructed my peripheral vision. Rosa had bent over my body on her knees and lowered her head until her lips were directly beside my ear.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was then that a soft mischievous whisper so sweet and quiet only I could hear entered my ear. “If you don’t at least do 30 push-ups here I’ll give you a kiss on the lips in front of all our ssmates.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was my second wind as energy sprouted up in my body from nowhere. Yeah, I had to admit, that was definitely the type of motivation that worked on me. She knew exactly what I would hate the most and that was definitely up there.
<span style="font-weight:400">My body pushed up off the ground like a rejuvenated fish out of water before it descended back down. In 30 seconds, including the time I’d lost out on, I''dpleted 31 pushups. Relieved that I’d made it, my body lost all power again and Inded face t on the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned my head to the side only to find Rosa seated on the bench looking at me with a mischievous smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know, you still have time to do more.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If the requirement was 30, why should I expend extra energy to do more?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing how I refused to do anymore she got down onto the ground ready to start doing push-ups.
<span style="font-weight:400">When the instructor gave the signal for the second group to start she began. She was going at quite the leisurely pace, she was by no means struggling and it was obvious she could do more if she wanted, she simply refrained from doing so.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You sure are taking your time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have anyints? Or perhaps you’d like to give me some sort of motivation like I gave you just now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Motivation? That’s not something I’m good with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You could promise me a kiss or something if I hit a certain goal, maybe I’d feel more motivated if you did that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hell no.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What an unhelpful guy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be helping you with the midterms won’t I?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“True.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why does it specifically have to be me anyway? Why not anyone else?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it has to do with my greatest weakness I suppose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your greatest weakness? What do you mean by that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If I’m not interested in something I can’t be bothered to care about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“And you’re saying… you’ll be interested in studying if I’m the one teaching you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who knows? We won’t know until we try, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean you yourself don’t even know for certain whether it will work?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I haven’t the slightest idea. It’s been like this all my life. It came up just now, didn’t it? I used to move about from country to country with my parents, right? Because of that, I could never really pay proper attention in ss. I’d go from one school to the next, missing out on all sorts of information in between during the transfer process. Some sses I’d end up in might be far ahead or behind where thest ss I was in left off at. Eventually, I started to wonder what the point of it all was and I could no longer care for anything I was being taught. The core of the problem is that I don’t care to pay attention to the person who’s teaching.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you think if it’s a teacher that can hold your attention you’ll be able to study. I guess I get it. So what you’re really trying to say is…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m most interested in you.” Shepleted my sentence like it was nothing. The moment she said that time was up. She stood upright as she’dpleted exactly 31 push-ups.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Coincidentally, I’ve been staring at you for 31 consecutive days now you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… that’s... quite the coincidence.”