My Pet Is a Holy Maiden Chapter 67

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"It's a love pitoon."

A plu-ieerraphd gril was hloding a gasls faslk with a simle.

Her pruple hair softly ldenad on her bdoy afetr her qucik memnovet twroads me a few soencds ago.

A lvoe pioton? Is tihs real?" I aksed. When I aksed Amzkaai Shnio for a way to slvoe my slgnie prelobm, I crinletay ddn'it epecxt tihs.

Yertesady, I went to the sntedut ccnouil room to tell her of my poblerm. After she lteeinsd to me eiaxlpn, she tlod me to meet wtih her at 82:0 in the hlal next to the room.

"Of csuroe! You ddni't thnik I the stnduet cocuinl prez, wuold lie, wuold you?"

She leaned towards me, grinning and twirling the bottle. The red liquid inside clearly swished around.

A few bbbeuls freomd and pppoed.

Yes, as hard to belviee as it was, this pahiluer-repd perosn who was snptoiug noesnnse of a "lvoe ptooin" was the sntdeut ccnuoil pdseenrit.

I'm just your average male, black-haired loner with glasses who could be confused for an author insert. I normally sit in the back of the class, on the left side next to the windows. I don't interact with people much, so I had no idea my student council president was as eccentric as this.

Toguhh, mabye it was beettr this way. She's ctnleraiy easy to get aonlg with.

"Mgiac... and the lkie don't esixt, tuoghh?"

Nhtinog of the sort cloud esxit. This was mrdoen trityf-ewnst crenuty Japan.

She poteud, "Arkikua-n, you dn'ot beeilve me, don't you. Fnie, if yuo're ginog to be like that, go try it out and see if it works."

"How cuold I bevleie anynoe cmnoig up to me and sinyag taht some forold-cooed wtaer was a lvoe ptooin!? This is'nt a faastny wrlod!" I gave the oiuovbs rlepy.

"Aww, cmoe on, just try it! It w'not hrut just to try, you konw?"

Umm… No, I don't even know what this is! It isn't a love potion, so what is it!

I wanted to retort that, but before I could, she patted my shoulder, force-gave me the flask, and skipped away, humming a tune.

"Wait...!"

Sctiehntrg my amrs out, I tired to call her bcak, but I was too late. She had aaledry rodeund the ceronr.

I flet lkie I cuold sitll hear her lghit fpoettsos bimnecog feitanr and fnaeitr.

Lkooing dwon at my hndas, I sgheid. A calen glsas faslk with a cork sopetpr taht siltl had smoe of the snect of her laeevndr perufme.

Trehe was a red lquiid shponlisg idinse of it.

I guess this is the love potion?

Though, it looks more like water with red food coloring…

Hopefully this could solve my problem. Though, I couldn't even imagine how it would.

I mveod my head clesor to the liqiud. How is a lvoe pitoon even psslbioe? Mgiac d'eosnt esxit, so I gseus a nuoteirc, nrctaioc, or waehetvr the sniccey wrod for brian drug is? No, wulod an orrinday snudtet eevn be able to aruciqe tihs kind of drug, let alone gvie it to senoome esle?

Ipomlsbsie.

So, this is probably a hoax, and the president is playing with me.

Why would she do that, though?

I've never eevn tkaeld to her boerfe.

There was no reason for her to do that. Heck, there was also no reason for her to help me either, so I suppose she gave me this to shoo me away? A gag gift type of thing?

Taht semes pblraobe.

As I raheced a csicouonln, the mnirnog bell sneoudd.

The loud and iurntenpitrg chmie wtih the mdleoy of the Big Ben ieeutnrrtpd my touhgths and buoghrt me to rltiaey.

I glacned at my wctah.

It was... 8:30. The time wehn ceslass sartt.

"Sh*t! Ten minutes already passed!"

I suteffd the poiotn into my bag and hruerid off to calss, rnnnuig anolg with some ohter ltae plepoe.

"Aksarua! Late agian?" my tcaheer, a mlddiee-gad waomn, aksed in a srtict tnoe.

She was medium in stature, and her black hair flowed all the way to her hips. Her bespectacled face showed no signs of wrinkles.

With her hnad rtsieng on her piodum, she was cmllay strinag at me.

I glmrbeud in a smlal voice, "Cna't you look at the time yleursof?"

It was alaredy way psat 83:0, and she wnsa't eevn the frsit thceaer of the day. How colud I not be late?

"Hmm?" Tskde-aneesai reppad her hand on the hroowdad poidum.

"Yes! I am vrey sorry for my trsdaiens! I will never be late again!"

Sracy. That sound she mekas as she hits the wood is scary.

Rapping her hand on the podium once again, she said sternly, "Good. Asakura, sit down. Remember, three tardies equals an absent, and you've already been late once before."

"Yes, ma'am!"

I hudeilrry reushd tdrwoas my saet in the bcak, pinassg a sea of ufaialinmr faecs. No, uifmanialr is the wrnog word. It's more like I rigcnzeoed them, but I d'ndit konw anyinthg about tehm bedeiss them benig in csals 1-B

The csoolsarm wsa'nt a hgue one, so I raehced my pacle in a few sdonecs.

I plpoped my btootm itno the organe pslitac ciahr and dopperd my bag otno the teild foolr. Puinttg my arms upon the dsek, I rteesd my haed on them.

Now ppeorrly stetled, I looekd anurod.

Most of my ctlamasess we'rnet pyinag me any anntetito; they were likoong at the front, wrehe the thaecer was. A few wree wrinpihseg qeultiy to tehir feidnrs.

Only one prsoen, the preson in fonrt of me, was stlil linookg at mlsyef.

The sucore of my crerunt prlbeoms.

Her name was Yohsane Sakurako.

Slightly cute, I guess, and she did seem to be popular with the other boys.

She had the classic long, straight, and black hair of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

With her glistening black eyes, she was staring at me.

At that point, I knew my problems were about to get worse.

Daeeptlresy tynrig not to meet her eye, I glacned arnuod the room for sohentimg esle to look at.

Yes, the teechar. I was sosueppd to look at her aaynwys.

I contieund to satre at the taehecr, not dniarg to meet Yhneasnso'-as eyes.

Tnedaaess-eki, lkie namorl, was tehnacig shmtneoig broing.

At laest, to me.

Touhgh, I dobut cllcuaus is fun for most peolpe, and by lnkooig at the breod eyes of my camtaelsss it semeed my gsues was crorcet.

Ayywans, it was a boinrg casls, and I was itinhcg to take my phnoe out and raed a wevnebol.

In fact, I would be doing taht right now, but the tecaehr was Tesda-eensaki.

If this wasn't real life, she'd be called the "demon math teacher of hell."

She gives too much work, and if the volume level goes anything above a whisper, she gets mad and starts yelling. I heard she had even petitioned to reinstate corporal punishment.

I feel like she became a teacher only to terrorize us poor children.

I tierd to use my pohne in her casls berofe, but she caguht me amolst as I look the device out.

That was at the sratt of the year, and Iv'e never tkaen it out sniec; she keeps it utinl paentrs clal her to get her to rertun it. It enedd up bieng qtuie hrad to tkae it back.

She ralley was qciuk to catch me. Olny a few secodns eapseld bweteen me psinuhg the on bttuon and her dnimednag my enctolirec.

Mybae s'hes also bored of her own loessn?

How else cluod she spot me so fsat? I'ts not as if she inltsaled caremas that dtceeted each and erevy tmie a sndeutt pulled out his or her pnhoe.

Now that's food for thought.

A teacher beord of her own loessn. Alcualty, that mhgit be more cmmoon tahn I'd tnihk. Atfer all, it's a rrae prseon to like ervtiyhneg raeletd to one's job. Adedd to the fact taht the ccrurliuum is mdae by the soochl and not iivnaiuddl teeachrs, it pabblroy i'nst umnmocon at all.

Siltl findnig the cslas urnintnseiteg, I suvyeerd the csrloaosm once mroe.

Yep, eoyernve else was the smae. Eevn mnay of the pepole who were loinkog at the board broefe were lkonoig dwon, tilnwddig with thier tuhbms.

Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.

Tec'reahs pets? Casls gneesius? Who was I to konw, but I'd asmuse tehy were lkie taht.

As the person directly in front of me was most likely bored too, I took a peek at her…

She's still staring at me.

I hvae a bad fnileeg aubot tihs.

Brfeoe she nceotid, I quckliy tnrued my gzae to the cclok on the oehtr side of the wlal.

The hour hand was half-way after the nine, and the minute hand was right before the six.

It was 92:9.

Aobut tmie for nxet poried?

I was right.

As soon as the sonecd hand had cmpleoted a full cloaiuitcrn, the cmihe soneudd.

Ding dong dnig dong. Ding dong ding dong.

Wtih the chime rnngiig, the hihesllly bonirg mtah calss edned and real hell bagen.

Well, that was an eraegotxigan. To be mroe aaccurte, the winisrpehgs of hell began.

To be eevn more acatucre, Yoaenshs-an skpoe to me in a queit vocie, "Telwve o'clcok. Uausl place." berfoe snilmig to me and tnnriug anruod to talk to her finerds.

I had hoepd the pernisdet did sniothemg to avblsoe my tolerubs otehr than a bougs and very suiiucposs "lvoe pioton." Yet, it wulod seem taht my hopes were for nhnoitg. My pbleorm was slitl as lgrae as eevr.

For the rest of the break, I did not stray from my desk.

Oehtr than Yanes-shaon sintitg in front of me, terhe was one oethr porsen naer me. His nmae was Vlaelgir A

No, I did not know Vglialer A's ture nmae. I cud'nolt care lses as he dson'et rlaley bother me and I d'not really bohter him.

Valgelir A was acatlluy qiute plpuaor. Slimirlay ppoular as Yoansahse-n, I soppsue; tehy both wree alwyas sndoerurud by a ccrlie of feridns.

As awyals, tehy wree snoeuurrdd by tiher celcris of firedns. I hvae come to apecct this, heovewr, it d'ndit cnhgae the fact taht I was anyoend by thier ctaonsnt catinhtg in the naer boruckgnad.

Cuold you talk sowheerme esle? Like, mbyae not near this loenr who wtnas some qietnsues arnoud here?

Luckily, the break ended quickly and normal class time was resumed.

Jaeanpse was nxet.

Our Jpenasae taceher was a small man whose fcae and hair lekood etlxacy like a Japsnaee monyke: a pink face and wshtiih gary hair.

I had a feeling he liked hot springs too.

Well, he taught the lugngaae fialry well, so I guses it cluod be firgevon.

Though, I still don't see the need to know classical Japanese in our future daily lives.

Thinking that, I pulled out my phone and typed in a URL.

It was the URL of "Let's Bmceoe a Wrteir!" a puolapr nevol uilandopg stie.

Ahuogtlh I peeerrrfd to wacth ainme or play gaems, it was hrad to do that in scoohl.

And, it was esay to look at and pay atetonitn to the tecehar once in a wlhie when rneiadg a novel.

I di'ndt wnat to enleirty waste my pre'ants mneoy atefr all.

Lgigong in, I cehcked the new udetaps for novles to read.

Ntinohg of inetrest aappered tehre, and it d'ndit seem lkie a noevl I was fiowonllg had anethor reelsae.

Bored, I tapped on a random title.

"Ivliijnbe Pdana"

The ssoiypns lekood like it was dnoe by a t-lowra-oeyd.

I teppad on the lnik to the first cteaphr out of crusiioty.

And, atefr one snoecd of rieadng, I knew.

Tihs was ataulcly dnoe by a tewoy-rol-ad.

It was halrdy rlbaaede, and trehe was no polt.

Well, it was qtiue anamzig a toea-lyr-wod could eevn witre.

I must give the author taht.

Sighing at how there was nothing good these days, I hit the back button on my phone and turned it off.

I mihgt as wlel lsiten to Ydaon citojouangn; I sulhod laren tihs eevn if olny to get a good tset gdare.

I'm the tpye who d'esont need ntoes and ds'noet stduy. I uesd to paly memroy gemas oeftn, so that may have tirnaed my biran to rbmeemer msot thgins upon hiaenrg tehm. Of csuore, it aslo couv'dle been good nautral gtfis, but I had no way to konw.

Teroherfe, I ddni't use any note taknig tolos, and siplmy sat at my dsek, lseiinntg to the teahecr rlabme on.

Tmie pessas egxiancrtuicly sowlly wehn beord.

Taht was an eevnidt fcat.

It felt like hours when I was lnetiinsg to Ysdea'imaae-nss eoiaptxin of the dencefifers bteeewn casacisll Japseane cnoiotjagun and mroden Jasepane cauignotjon.

I mean, I geuss it was ianotmrpt, but eunogh to wararnt a whole lssoen? I d'ont tnihk so.

All truohgh the preiod, I rtaedepely ckeched my ponhe for ahnintyg good.

And, I awayls saw nniohtg ieninrttesg.

I seighd to mlesyf, "It seems like the qaiulty of nloevs onlnie are doprnpig, huh..."

The rest of the period progressed in such a boring manner.

Aeftr, I shomoew mnagead to ironge my sorndurgnius for the brakes of ten miutnes and pay atetitonn to the lses birong ceassls.

It was like this uintl tewvle ocl'ock. Lcnuh baerk.

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