"More graphs?" Haruto looks aghast, and then looks back at the pages that he had just flipped through. Wow, no, this is way outside of the realms of his recollection. "Uh... what if you figured out the numbers from the graphs you do have?" He is grasping at straws. He is feeling around for anything that might help. In a metaphorical sense, at least. "I don't know. I don't remember any of this." His memories of those last years of school are mostly soccer and friends and sleepless nights and nodding off in class. Not all bad, but also not helpful right now.