“St. James is tough, isn’t it?” Hershaille asked the moment they were sitting inside the bus. She was sitting beside the window while Kazuhiko was beside her.
There were a lot of students on the bus. It was a good thing they were earlier than them, earning them seats. Some were already standing inside, holding the long metal bar over their heads.
The aisle wasn’t really packed, enabling the conductor to move around freely while getting the passengers’ payments.
“So much,” he answered, “that I am already afraid my muscles will be sore until tomorrow. It is a good thing we don’t have a match the next day. But don’t worry, I will come.”
“You don’t have to!” she exclaimed, surprised by it. “You need that time to rest.”
“No. I insist. You supported our team today, so I am just going to pa
