School is like a microcosm of society; or rather, whenever many people gather in one place, everything that happens seems like a concentrated reflection of society.
With all sorts of people, there are bound to be all sorts of incidents occurring among them.
Peeking into all this was the pleasure that Catalyst Induction brought Aozawa.
It was like watching multiple school-themed TV dramas simultaneously. The protagonists ranged from smart, capable athletes to ordinary people so boring they'd make you doze off, and their conversations were just as mundane.
Discussions about how the girls from a certain class were doing, or who beat a game last night, or how Doraemon's chest was as soft as a girl's—such conversations flooded Aozawa's mind.
His right hand rested on the wall. Forget a one-kilometer radius; this single school building alone provided him with a wealth of interesting scenes and dialogues.
