Seeing the small scraps of paper rolling off the document and Paul squinting and looking this way, someone drooped their shoulders greatly and sighed.
Not quite understanding the meaning of that sigh, when I tilted my head, this time I was beckoned by fingertips.
"What's wrong?"
Beckoned to approach Paul's table, I was suddenly grabbed by the arm and moved next to the chair where Paul was sitting.
"It's nothing."
"Really? Are you so idle that you can be in a daze like this?"
"...No, it's not like that."
It was indeed because of some sentiment that I was in a daze.
"Really, teacher, you are such a worrying adult."
Paul glanced at me standing side by side, let go of the grabbed arm, turned to the computer screen, and skillfully tapped on the keyboard.
Facing Paul who suddenly started working silently, I was a bit confused. But in order not to disturb him, I pulled over the nearby chair and quietly peeked at the screen.
