Quantum Leap: Multiverse Transmigration 45 3.2- Dreadful Juku and Swimming Beauties.

No wonder I had to sit through the juju for English lessons. It was all topsy turvy and expressions used were all Jedi-like from the manner of speech by Yoda. Such as "Walk to school I used to every day." was such an example of my exaggeration.

A few students take their turns to read a few paragraphs each and my turn came. I held the book at eye level and begin to read. English was my mother tongue and was an overall curriculum so I should not have any difficulties in both conversational or written English.

The teacher was taken aback at my sudden comprehension of the English language that he asked me to read a short poem instead. So I read out to the class again. The teacher asked me in Japanese whether I had a private tutor at home and even if I am utterly poor at the Japanese language, the words and sentences were automatically translated back in my mind as English. As I replied in English, it automatically came out as spoken Japanese.

Wow! I'm sure getting the hang of it very well.

The teacher decided to strike off my name until the end of the semester for the rest of juku in the English Language. Guess I should be able to find employment as a guide for these teachers in mastering the English Language in the near future. Hehehe...

After our juku ended, we bowed and said our thanks to the teacher. Staying back in school for cram lessons is sure such a BIG drag. We had to rush out of school. Rush to grab the metro train. Rush to change main railway lines at the interchange. Rush to be packed like sardines in the train carriages.

I wish I never have to end up in any Metropolitan Japan after this! Be it Singapore, Philippines, Hongkong, China or Malaysia... There is no way to avoid the rush hour and competing with workers returning from work at almost the same time as the juku ended. Unless you have a female companion with you, I don't mind being squeezed at all along with her.

After my juku, I went to the swimming complex at our school sporting hall to meet up with Akira after her swimming sessions. I reached the indoor swimming complex and it was quite packed with swimmers taking turns at one end with their coaches at the sidelines, with handheld loudhailers and stopwatches in their hands.

I discovered that almost all swimmers were girls! With their hair under their Speedo caps. Everyone was equipped with hand fins and short flippers and after completing a lap, they would leave the pool and do a rotational session of chin-ups, bench press and back squats before putting on their flippers and fins repeating the whole process again.

If it was me, I think the coaches would find me at the bottom of the pool 'crawling' after two or three sets of those 'torturous' swimming lessons.

Actually, these sessions done after completing a lap enhances their propulsive swimming muscles. And watching the beauties raising themselves up from the pool from the jumping block, their tight one-piece swimsuits, their ample firm breasts, their curvy bodies and one that spouts water from her mouth at me as she ran past me after removing the fins and flippers (Akira, who else does that) well... Makes me want to jump in after them like a shark after its prey.

Seems Akira and the rest were enjoying themselves during that afternoon sessions and after one more lap and a succession of land exercises, one of the coach blew a long hard shrill whistle to indicate the end of today's training.

I looked at the clock above the scoreboard and showed exactly 4:45 pm. Such prompt and timeliness without a hint of tardiness in Japanese culture. Almost everything in Japan works in a clockwork manner or precise and almost perfect.

While waiting for Akira to finish washing up and change, I loitered around the swimming complex and viewed the championship trophies that were majestically at the showcases underneath the hanging scoreboards.

A list of swimmers' names and their accomplishments were also put on display on the general noticeboard and seemed that as time passed by, records were frequently broken and their completion time was getting shorter and shorter. Akira's name was mentioned in one of them. Akira Ashiteru.

The shimmering light on the surface of the swimming pool was illuminated by the open skylight above. The main lights were switched off and left the ones within the pool and the auxiliary lights illuminating the exits and entrances of the complex.

"Woooooo...!!! Come on let's go already...! I noticed you cannot take your eyes off ogling at the girls earlier... So what do you think of my new swimwear just now...? You know, I managed to shave off slightly more than one second off my overall timing just now... Am I getting better or my new swimsuit makes a difference...?"

Akira seems a bit too chatty and excited when she learned about her timings during her medley of breaststroke, butterfly, front crawl and backstroke just now. I don't remember which swimming technique she had managed to swim faster in, but I definitely cannot forget her swimwear that looked somewhat a one-piece scuba diver wears except for its short sleeve and shorts.

You know what I'm trying to say... Swimwear two-piece bikini and one-piece swimming costume. Hers was like a unisex one, except for a pair of padding at her breasts part and none for the guys with a zippered down midway in front. Get the picture...?

As we walked out of the complex and headed towards the schoolyard where several of the teacher's cars were still parked; Akira suddenly jumped in front of me blocking the way. She held both hands under her chin and blinked her jellyfish-blue eyes and fluttering the eyelashes at me and asked, "Shiro... Do you think I earned a reward or something since I made a progress in my swim timings just now, hurr...?"

I laughed and behind her, I could see Yaskawkun, the Ice Cream Robot... A large vendor-type stall complete with a retractable blue and white verandah. It was an automated self-service soft ice cream vending machine with a smiling robot behind it that serves ice cream in a wafer cone for ¥100 each.

"You could ask for an ice cream directly instead. Don't worry Akira... I'd treat you to some ice cream ok and we can eat at a park nearby okay?"
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Akira flashed a big smile on her face and her eyes sparkled up. She laughed girlishly and clapped her hands. Simple pleasures sure would excite a girl of any age, any time, any day. Eh... I suddenly sounded like a Japanese advertisement on TV.

A treat is still a treat, so at ¥100 per cone without toppings is a tad expensive but of course, we have to consider the automation and maintenance plus overhead and operating costs. ¥100 per cone is still considered all right. Considering there are some Japanese in the community that was still unable to cope with social interaction to buy ice cream, so Yaskawkun might be the answer.

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