working title and it's the first chap of for now supposedly four. a part of life of my fav DD Daisuke ( that's 3 D) a few years later. and yes, Tokyo Daigaku is a university.

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An ordinary family uses y types of domestic water appliances – bath, shower, toilet, etc. Write a program using array and cycle for, which would count, how much water (in liters) uses the family per day and which amount is the biggest. (5)

Example: if bath–60 l, shower– 80 l, toilet–150 l then whole amount–290 l and the most–150 l.

In short – this was just another assignment Daisuke Motomiya wouldn't do.

Reading the sheet of paper eyebrows narrowed, which supposed to show, how he was concentrated on the topic, Daisuke couldn't help, but fling at anyone, who thought so. The problem was that he wasn't focused at all. Daisuke just glared at the task for more fun taking it between hands and looked around the classroom. The jalousies were pulled up to the utmost and the lamps were on illuminating every speck of dust in the air and leaving all students in somewhat surreal whiteness. Enlightened with the screens faces of his classmates had a bluish tint with texts reflecting in the eyes and grave expressions. But it wasn't fabulous to Daisuke at all, he had seen far more unusual affairs, though he still had to blink adjusting to the sudden lucent. All used computers were on and everyone was typing something, at least something. Hikari, he suppose the cutest girl in their class and also the one he somehow developed and later undeveloped a crush on (in other words Daisuke now saw her more of a friend than a potential girlfriend), convinced that she didn't understand a thing and will probably shut down the comp and leave getting zero points. She sat almost near the door and the boy was at the back of the class, pinned to the corner like a trouble maker, but still noticed how she was glancing at the other girl's screen next to her. And Daisuke also noticed how her short hair almost reached her green uniformed shoulders, when she shook her head. Some things still made him feel nice.

Kari brushed away a few brown strands from her forehead and turned around giving a thumb up. At least she felt sorry; the other's buts would only nod, if Daisuke looked at them. But even Kari was typing something! He sighed insensibly and turned to the screen scoffing, that he wasn't the lucky one to sit at the old monitor. Leastways there were some below him. Although according to the commercials the one the teenager used was far from the new models itself, but let's not ruin the mood of superiority.

'Alright!' Daisuke prepared 'Here goes. . .' but strangely the rest supporting phrases faded away, when the program loaded. Putting the paper down and picking it up again with growing irritation he still scanned through the words. Hell, he attended almost every lesson since the last test and even took some notes. They weren't allowed to use workbooks, but perhaps a peek wouldn't hurt anybody. Daisuke made an attempt to reach the green copybook right on time. The teacher announced he will divide Mitsuo's mark by two, if he will talk again, and the boy put the hand with the assignment he was still holding on the desk again. It was a notification that the teacher sees or will definitely see, what Dai was doing. He was like a jacketed dragon now flying from one to another and whiffing flame at anyone, who disobeyed.

'Shit' Tsutomu, Daisuke's classmate and friend in one, having his brilliant head just had to be placed into another group – the one for more bright kids. Like the one he was in was easier. Tsutomu was for sure more capable of programming and not only that. The guy was cool in the teen's terms and no, Dai wasn't that critique. He was not stuck up because of being clever at physics or mathematician, not nerdy and most important not a jerk. The school should prevent jerks from entering, make an exam or something. But like someone would listen to him. A lot of cool ideas are wasted like that in earnest.

Daisuke noticed Mitsuo, the boy who was trying to do two programs at once, raise his hand silently announcing, that he was done. That was fast for a "not gifted" group. He didn't even remember the guy taking at least one lesson this month. The teacher Mr. Morou checked for any mistakes and if Mitsuo kept the standard shape with everyone watching. Half of them now were hungry predators greedy for a mistake, but of course later will state, how unfair that damn Morou was to write four points instead of five. And now they were slavering. Most of the school were dissemblers and Daisuke wasn't so pacific about it.

"All 5. You may go." and the boy answered with a "Yes. Do I need to save it?"

"Not necessary."

Mitsuo was shutting down the computer longer than he should and even pretended tying his trainer just to help his friend and the teacher had to give him another warning. Daisuke didn't see anyone try to distract him from the dragonish sharpness. Kari made an attempt to ask the teacher, but he pretended not hearing. He was always like that – you had to nearly shout to get the bloody attention.

Mitsuo bowed scowling at the floor and left uttering a "Good afternoon" and slamming the door louder than he should. Morou only sneered and the teen pondered on the jerk exam being a requirement for teachers too before pulling the keyboard closer and typing 'program Water;' Hell, he probably didn't even know how to play soccer!

Scanning through the task things did get a little less gloomy 'Types of appliances, bath, shower, toilet, other. Maybe if I'll do only the sum I'll get 2.5' That sounded easy enough – sum and other simple math's actions were the basics learned at the beginning of the school year. Daisuke tried to understand it honestly. New school year, clear nob, an empty container teachers fill with knowledge or something like that was written in their English textbook. And who said he didn't try to remember, what they were temping them down with. The boy's head was very capacious, you should see how quickly he could recite prose and spout poetry. The tutor liked to talk about the energy and passion, which was felt even from the back of the class, when he spoke.

Daisuke typed sum as an integer variable and headed for the array. 'Alright, all numbers so it will be real' Trying to recall, how the array–shit was supposed to be written he ruffled his already grown over maroonish quiff. Programming had too much comas, colons and especially semicolons, it was nearly impossible to keep in mind everything without an example. There wasn't a single useful thing in saved documents, only conditionals plus not even his.

'Shit! I should have saved at least one!'

Unwillingly Daisuke brushed up how Takeru gibed at him that programming wasn't hard at all if he tried to understand it. And if he thought logically "But, dear Dai, you're lacking it." Kari reminded that she didn't get even half of it, but Takeru waved it off "It's actually weird, but none of the girls understand Pascal" and of course got a poke. Hikari as her name still remained in her sweet character, but wasn't afraid to show some temper anymore. Miyako was even dragging her into her women's libber and both boys thought, preventing Kari from getting under her influence before it became a problem, would be one of the rare jobs on which they could team up.

Takeru more than sometimes really was a jackass and he and Daisuke rarely agree to starting from something as what to order in a cafe and ending with the Digital World interaction. It seemed like an unreal story now, though. At least to the ones, who never faced it directly, it was just another thing to forget (it was like saying to a person, whose friend died, move on and you know how they felt, when it was the opposite. Daisuke would choose not to speak at all in stead of offering his sorry with something completely unfamiliar to him). But he was glad that the balance was rebuilt and data protection stabilized again, it wasn't even necessary to check on it everyday as it was. Digital World became something of an every weekend visit to cousins, you liked a lot, but without cousins of course. He did take Veemon out also and the blue digimon always was excited as if he hadn't been in Tokyo for ages. And Daisuke indeed miss those times especially with parents gabbing about the future, summer job, university ("You'll be aiming at Tokyo Daigaku of course") and gaining some responsibility they assumed he scant of. To him it was more bugging than conducive. He just wanted to kick the ball through the pitch and . . . . "Motomiya has the ball! An attempt to dispossess! No, he still has it! And he kicks! The goalkeeper better stay out, that ball flies like a rocket! Damn too high! No! Yes! Motomiya scores the goal! He scores, he did it! What a shot! I can't believe it! Japan won 3 to 0! On the last minute! He did it!" Daisuke wanted to laugh or shout, or do something similar to it, but stayed quiet forhis own good grinning like a maniac.

Daisuke was pretty proud of himself since by the end of the lesson he managed to write five arrays and the sum and even vetted all the signs before and after the Writeln and Readln crap of course aware his work was if not far than a few miles away from the right program. Quarter of the class was long gone though in a less impressive way than Mitsuo and leaving a growing satisfaction of failing them to Mr. Morou. The scored points were like a taxi number – 1 2 1 1, he did write at least one for trying and the ones, who didn't try, rarely came to the assignments. They always got a week to do it after them if the medic's note was shown. Those times the teenager thanked the skys for knowing Jou Kido.

Well every damn punctuation mark was rechecked, but the program still wasn't working! He should feel mad if he knew every stupid line was right. Sadly he didn't know and you can say anything, but he was in desperate spite.

The teenager was too observed with typing, that didn't notice how his next desk neighbor tipped the heal of his sneaker with the nose of her boot. Daisuke looked at her irked sure that the girl will ask to do the program for her. Though it wasn't the annoying part, it was that he told her in advance about his complete cluelessness in writing the particular program. But of course in a less polite way. The thing he said was something like "I don't get shit in this array idiotism! There's no point to ask!"

He whispered "What?" though and she spoke in undertone "Is it right?"

"What?" Daisuke asked again, but it sounded more like a waft then a word.

"What?" the blow echoed.

"What?"

"Program duh." and he caught sight of the screen and coughed. The program was a copy of his, but with different variables.

"Genius. I said I don't understand a fuck in th–" the teen frowned, but she hissed "You wrote something, didn't you?"

The boy just turned away not saying a thing. The genius was Shinya – always wearing a bun, thick–rim glasses and long skirts, when she could choose a half lenght one. She wasn't good looking and Daisuke felt somewhat sorry for her because of that. But Shinya was quite a nice person. She played clarinet too and was often of to concerts. The headmistress once required her participating in the school's concert and the teenager didn't understood, why she agreed if she was that good. To show off perhaps. But Daisuke had to fall in it was really something. Shinya not only played worlds classics, he wasn't very enlightened with, but also some of L'Arc-en-ciel and Loudness pieces the boy definitely knew. That really made even the supposed listeners, who slept, wake up.

"Is yours working?" asked Shinya after a minute, Daisuke counted, it was exactly a minute. He didn't answer anything and only slightly banged his head on the monitor making Shinya let out a sound, which, he assumed, should be considered a chuckle.

Daisuke stretched out as much as he could and started tapping on the desk. The teacher was walking around the class checking the programs and grinning with contentment. He heard as Mr. Morou announced "3. I certainly hope you do understand what you've wrote" and turned around just out of boredom. The teacher was leaning over Kari's screen and the girl temporized before nodding. When the man was out for another pray she gave Daisuke a smile showing that none of her sides were snapped off and he gave a goofy grin in return. It was three points! Three was almost four and four meant beyond good.

The bell rang after a few seconds making Morou almost insensibly jump and Daisuke – smirk 'Jitter.' He didn't feel nervous because of the upcoming only one point and not only from this assignment despite his trying nor the moral education on copying ("I believe you didn't cheat, Motomiya. It's just strange that your programs are the same, is it not?") But nothing was stretching his nerves now. Hell, it was Friday at last!