A month after the incident, things had just begun to reset themselves back to normal. That is, normal for the sports festival. Unlike what the name suggests, the festival does not only consist of sports. Most, if not all of the schools would be busy setting up displays or booths for the festival to see who is better. It was the time of the year that students were allowed to express their creativity to the most. In a healthy manner of course.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Speaking of healthy . . . Donâ€™t you think that Stella-san is very, very quiet?</span>Sawa eyed Ren, almost insolently as she waited for him to read her sentence completely.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t say that,â€ Ren said as he slung his bag over his shoulder, â€œShe just needs time to adapt. Its not like any of you talk to her much.â€<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">I would if she looked less . . . dead</span>The last word was removed nearly after he had finished reading the text on the screen.<span style="text-decoration: underline">I seems to be hard to get her to talk . . . lol</span><br/><br/>â€œHmmmâ€¦â€ Ren said as he looked around, making sure that Stella had yet to leave, â€œMaybeâ€¦ you could take the initiative. Wasnâ€™t that Jasperâ€™s motto for the festival last year? â€œThe one who strikes first has the winning edge.â€â€<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">You KNOW what happened . . . when we played by his motto</span><br/><br/>â€œAh, but it was fun. Iâ€™ve got to go now. See ya! â€ Ren waved as he followed Stella. â€œGoing to eat out today?â€ He had hoped that she would agree, she had been spending too much time cooped up in her dorm that he feared that that dreadfully annoying officer may pay her a visit again to try to coax her out of her shell.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>â€œRyu-sama~!â€ Isana said before leafing through her notes, â€œCould you move the rice bags to stores four, six and seven? We need to hurry up, I just saw the Zassou guys on the streets again! This means that weâ€™re slower than them! Which means we have to move super fast!â€ She squinted at him suspiciously, â€œYouâ€™re not slacking off are you? Or else Iâ€™ll-â€<br/><br/>â€œLess talking, more working.â€ Said the teacher, who had struck Isana over the head with a wooden ruler.<br/><br/>â€œYes.â€ Isana said, slightly annoyed. â€œAfter that, which should be done super quick,â€ she flipped the page, â€œWeâ€™re done! That is, for today. We better finish our workload before next week or we will be super screwed!â€