Right after the short homeroom, a disgruntled Akira came to me to complain.
In the end, Akira was summoned to the staff room for a sermon.
I’m not blamed for any of this, so I guess that’s why he’s complaining to me like this.
“No, well, just don’t mind it.”
I didn’t know what to say, since I was the only one who escaped the lecture, so I decided to say something comforting.
However, if I leave him alone like this, he might complain endlessly until the next class starts, so I’m going to bring up another topic, even if it seems a bit cowardly of me.
“But still, Charlotte-san is amazing. I can’t believe she can speak Japanese so fluently at her age.”
I looked at Charlotte-san, surrounded by our classmates chatting and laughing, and complimented her on her fluency in Japanese.
Akira tilted his head curiously.
“Hey, what do you mean by ‘fluent’?”
“…It means that you can speak the language smoothly and without slurring.”
I thought that if I mentioned Charlotte-san, he would take the bait, but I couldn’t help but chuckle when I got a different answer.
Akira didn’t understand this and just nodded his head as if he understood what I just said even though he didn’t.
“I see, that’s great. But Akihito can also speak English just as fluently, right?”
“No, it’s one thing for me to speak English as a Japanese, and quite another for a British girl to speak Japanese.”
“Hmm~”
When Akira heard my words, he simply brushed them off with a casual attitude.