Three As I slept through the night, someone was murdered in the next prefecture over. It seemed to be just a random, senseless killing, and the news was all that played on TV throughout the morning. Midterm exams or not, you may think the murder would be all anyone ǡǤ Ǣǯ about the exams, either. Instead, their excited murmurs were about a different topicȄǯǤ It seemed they were trying to solve a mystery: the mystery of why the bright and cheerful, most popular girl in class would go out for coffee on a ǯǡǤ know the answer myself, but as usual, I tried to avoid any unnecessary interactions with my classmates. I never got the chance to ask if they figured it out. For a moment, it looked like they reached a consensus: she and I had Ǥǡǯ involved myself in the conversations, and I hoped that would be the end of it. Then someone with meddlesome bravery and a lack of restraint asked her directlyȄand loudlyȄand the girl answered with something even more meddlesome than that. DzǯǤdz Being the focus o ǯ more closely than I usually did. Now I noticed, but of course pretended I ǯǡ After the first exam, my classmates kept throwing stares my way. I would have liked to know why I had to be under such a cloud of suspicion when I had hardly even spoken to them before, but I continued ignoring them. I was forced to become involved in the discussion only once; it happened after third period and was quickly resolved. That medd ǯ ǡDzǡȏȐ-kun, ǫdz When she asked me that question, I thought she must have been a good person. My other classmates surrounded me at a distance, watching