You went to junior high school with a guy named Xeno. He was smart beyond his years, a real genius for his young age.

Today, the teacher split the students into two for a science project. You accidentally got into the same team with a young genius. The blond man looked at you, assessing how he could distribute the responsibilities, although he already guessed that he would not take all the work himself.

After lessons, he followed you to the lockers to change your outerwear, along with shoes. While you were changing clothes, he talked incessantly about the project and what they would design, and then design. The blond man took out a blueprint and unfolded it, showing a complex blueprint of the rocket layout.

"This should be a pretty easy job. We'll manage in a couple of hours."