Translator: Moongirl
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The final exams had started. Today was the bookkeeping exam, said to be extremely difficult to pass. But Iâd diligently studied for Juneâs exams with Mizuhara as my tutor, so I felt confident.
Iâd probably pass as long as I didnât make a line of careless mistakes. I spent the morning doing some last-minute revision in the clubroom to prepare for my exam in the afternoon.
At lunch, I had a meal to improve my stamina to concentrate better. Then I returned to the clubroom to get my exam items.
Well then, time to do my best! I arrived at my seat in the examination room only to discover new trouble: Somehow, my calculator wasnât working at all.
ãâ¦â¦!!!ã Huh, why wasnât it working?!! I impatiently attacked the power button. Then I tried randomly pressing all the buttons, but it didnât give the slightest response.
Quickly glancing at the clock on the teacherâs table, I kept hitting the calculator. It had been working throughout the morning, but now it didnât show a single digit.
The exam was about to start in 10 minutes. I completely panicked at the critical emergency. No matter how much I studied, tackling the bookkeeping exam without a calculator was like climbing Mount Everest in flip flops and shorts.
100% death!
Some club members who also studied bookkeeping noticed me panicking and talked to me. ãNoda, whyâre you dancing with your calculator? The exam supervisorâs gonna show up soon!ã
ãIt brokeâ!ã
ãããSeriously?!ããã
The members realized the state of emergency. ãDid the battery run out?ã
ãTry changing it!ã They tried it and checked, but it didnât work. Iâd just changed the battery two days ago in the first place.
ãMaybe it was just faulty when you bought it?ã
ãBut it was perfectly fine when I was studying in the clubroom earlier!ã We argued pointlessly back and forth, me panicking over what to do and them telling me to calm down.
ãWeâll ask some friends if they have a calculator.ã
ãMight be tough though, considering the time.ã
I hoped for the best as they headed out to the corridor, phones in hand. Iâd already asked some people too but none of them had calculators.
Nowadays, every phone had an in-built calculator so it looked like there was no benevolent person whoâd walk around with an actual calculator. The people Iâd asked all hadnât even come to school in the first place. Since they didnât take this class, it was obvious theyâd be working hard at home instead.
ãI have an extra calculator, butâ¦â¦ã One of the members returned after finishing the call, saying the words I was hoping for. As he picked it up, I suddenly raised my face.
ãHuh?! Let me, let me have it!ã
ãBut it has a little problemâ¦ã
ãItâs fine, just a little problem!ã
Even if it was a little difficult to use â if its display went out halfway through, or if its reactions were slow â it was better than nothing.
I pestered him to give it to me, holding my hand out.
ãIt makes sounds when you tap it. But itâs still finâã
ãThereâs no way itâs fine!ã If I made tapping sounds in the middle of the exam Iâd be forced to leave on the spot. I got my hopes up for nothing! As I was trying to think of a solution, the exam supervisor entered the room.
â¦â¦It was all over.
The members returned to their seats, giving me useless advice as I was crestfallen, my shoulders dropped and head hanging low. ãDo mental arithmetic! Be one of those Indian math gurus! Namaste!ã
There was no way I could do it mentally. Although the calculations themselves werenât that hard, there was an incredible amount of numbers to calculate.
As the question papers were passed to me, I passed them on behind me, head still hanging low. Even if I failed once, it didnât mean I couldnât graduate. But itâd be recorded on my grades, and I wanted to avoid having to show that to my future employers.
As I waited for the question papers to be passed to all the students, I pointlessly played with my mechanical pencil, clicking it over and over.
I held my paper down as my sighs were about to make it fly off. I still continued sighing, accepting my fate, when I felt someone subtly poke my back.
ãâ¦â¦?ã I glanced behind to see a girl I didnât know hold out a calculator to me.
ãI was told to give this to Noda-san.ã
The calculator showed up from behind! My eyes sparkled at her whisper. I thanked her and turned back around.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
I didnât know whose it was, but I was saved. It must have been someone the members got in touch with. I faced my exam with a sudden change in mood, full of motivation.
After finishing the exam, I returned the calculator to the members, thanking them and promising to treat them to something.
ãThat wasnât my friend.ã
ãNot mine either.ã
They all completely denied it.
ãHuh? Thenâ¦â¦ Whose is this?ã
They asked if she wasnât my friend, but everyone Iâd asked wasnât in school.
ãâ¦â¦???ã
I wondered if one of those friends had sent her and asked them all again, but no one knew anything about it. In the end, I just kept it in my bag, still not knowing who it belonged to.
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