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And so the classmates around Hiroshi completely ignored her request to keep things simple and quick, and continued to drag on with their introductions... much to her dismay. Ordinarily, Hiroshi would've shrugged it off, but without having had any sleep at all, each and every little thing was only making her grow more and more irritable. First, immediately after she made her introduction, she caught ear of the two Americans questioning each other why someone wouldn't be able to follow directions. Hiroshi knew damn well that what they said was about her, and thus, she immediately shot a glare of pure venom at the two, as if to dare them to say it to her [i]face[/i] next time.

Introductions dragged on as per usual, but this one asshole at the back of the class was making the whole situation worse. Not only did he force the Hatsune-Miku-lookalike in front of Hiroshi to repeat herself, but he had also, albeit subliminally, remarked that the green-haired girl who was yelling at those kids earlier looked to have a whole mess of seaweed on her head... among [i]other[/i] things like hit on the one blonde chick in the classroom. All this just to waste valuable time that Hiroshi didn't have.

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By the time lunch period had rolled around, all Hiroshi had to show for enduring the past three and a half hours of her day was a splitting headache. She wanted to believe that she at least learnt something over all this drama around her... but she couldn't lie to herself. The vast majority of what Kurihara-sensei was trying to teach the class, Hiroshi already knew.

In a bid to relief the stress, Hiroshi went to the library where she'd ideally be away from people, fired up her Nintendo 3DS and played a few rounds of Smash Bros online. Perhaps she could take out her frustrations on some garbage-tier noobs.