Sakuramoria

A small, yet almost empty room awaited the two students at the exchange point. The only exceptions were a few pieces of furniture and a foreign girl sitting on one of them.

— Beautiful, — Waylu commented aloud, but realizing what he had just said, he immediately blushed like a tomato, — uh, hello, could you tell us what this place is?
— This is the exchange point.
— ...
— What?..
— And what do you do here?
— I exchange things.
— ...
— Okay, okay, I’ll explain. Students bring their belongings that they want to sell, set a price, and other students buy them. That’s basically it.