[X] Invite him to come to the student performance instead
The more you thought about it, your alternative suggestion sounded like the better idea. After all, the restaurant would be still be there tomorrow, but the ensemble event was only being held today.
<Tetsu> Thanks, that’s a nice idea! But actually, I have something else planned for lunchtime today.
<Tetsu> The university is holding an event where some student ensembles are going to be giving an open-air performance.
<Tetsu> Would you like to come with me? The restaurant sounds interesting too, but we could just go visit that later this week, or some other time.
You set down your phone and went to continue eating your breakfast. Only about a minute later, Rinichi replied, allowing you to have a conversation with him in real time.
<Rinichi> sure, could be fun
<Rinichi> i’m in
<Rinichi> where is the performance?
<Tetsu> At the university sports fields.
<Rinichi> alright
<Tetsu> It might be crowded there, so do you want to meet up somewhere beforehand?
<Rinichi> sure, maybe at that fountain?
<Rinichi> you know, the one on the path from the student centre to the sports fields
<Tetsu> Yeah, I know where that is. Let’s meet at noon, then?
<Rinichi> sounds good, see ya later!
<Tetsu> See you!
Satisfied, you put away your phone and went to make a box lunch, since you wouldn’t be going to the food court and you weren’t sure if there would be food at the event. Once you were done, you grabbed your bag and set off for the campus.
You actually didn’t have a lecture in the first timeslot in the morning, but you’d set your alarm at the usual time anyway, as you reasoned that if you slept in today, it would be more jarring when you did have to get up earlier. In any case, that left you with some free time, so you walked to the university library and found a desk in one of the study rooms. Then, you went to work on one of your assignments… or rather, you slacked off for a while by browsing the Internet on the tablet you took with you for taking notes, and then you went to work. It was fine, though – you had read through the assignment questions earlier and found them simple enough. And, true to your initial assessment, you managed to complete the work you’d intended to by the time you had to head off to a lecture.
Said lecture was for an introductory course on atomic and nuclear physics, taught by Professor Genjii, who was one of your favourite lecturers so far. On your first day, you’d overheard other students whispering bad things about him – about how boring he was, how stern – but you hadn’t really found those rumours warranted. Sure, he was an odd-looking figure, with the combination of his short height, bald head, long white beard and green jacket. You could get why, thanks to the colour of Genjii’s jacket and how slowly he always walked to the lectern, some of the others called him “the Turtle”. But you actually found that he was very good at explaining things, and you liked that he didn’t have the arrogance that some of your other lecturers had. Plus, contrary to the rumours, you had noticed that he did, in fact, have a sense of humour, if a subtle one.
It probably helped that you liked the subject material, too. Every now and then Genjii would ask the students a question, and most of the time you knew what the answers were, but you still felt a little shy about speaking up in front of so many people. Not that you really needed to bother, at least in this particular class.
‘Now, take a look at this periodic table again. How many neutrons would titanium-45 have?’
‘Ah, I know, Professor Genjii! It’s twenty-three, along with twenty-two protons! But that’s not enough neutrons for the nucleus to be stable, it would undergo decay!’
‘Indeed, that is correct.’
The guy sitting to your right groaned. He had raised his hand when Genjii asked the question, but the girl had gone ahead and answered without waiting for the professor to pick someone.
‘Every single time,’ the guy half-whispered to his friend beside him. ‘Why does she have to answer every single time?’
He was exaggerating a bit, but you had noticed that this girl spoke up more often than anyone else in this course, and today in particular she had answered more than half of the professor’s questions. Her oddness was further emphasised by her rather loud speaking voice, the strikingly large ribbon she wore in her hair, and the fact that she sat in the very front row of the lecture theatre, while most of the students – yourself included – had chosen to sit at least a few rows back, since the room was far from full. In fact, today she was only one of two people seated in the entire front row, the other being a red-haired girl who seemed mostly engrossed by the notebook she was writing in, only occasionally glancing up at Genjii – and even she sat half a dozen seats away from the odd girl.
‘She’s such a show-off, too,’ the guy next to you continued, spinning a pencil between his fingers. ‘The professor didn’t even ask about the protons or the decay!’
‘I know!’ muttered someone else. ‘Why can’t she just shut the fuck up for once?’
You shook your head and tuned out their grumbling, focusing your attention back on what the professor was saying. That bit of tension aside, it was actually an enjoyable lecture, and by the time it ended, it was almost midday.
[-] To be continued.