Seijo no maryoku wa bannou desu Chapter 29

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SEIJO NO MARKYOU WA BANNOU DESU: CHAPTER 29

 

"I’ts a love potoin."

A purple-haired girl was holding a glass flask with a smile.

Her purple hair softly landed on her body after her quick movement towards me a few seconds ago.

A love pioton? Is tihs real?" I aeksd. Wehn I aksed Aakzami Shnio for a way to slvoe my slgnie perolbm, I ctaienrly ddin’t ecpext this.

Ytreedasy, I wnet to the sdeuntt cicuonl room to tell her of my pobelrm. Aeftr she lsneetid to me exliapn, she tlod me to meet with her at 82:0 in the hall nxet to the room.

"Of cuosre! You dnid’t tnhik I the stneudt cuocnil perz, wluod lie, wuold you?"

She lnaeed toawrds me, gnnriing and tlirwnig the bltote. The red luiiqd idnise cllraey sswihed aruond.

A few bbbeuls fmored and pppeod.

Yes, as hard to blvieee as it was, tihs prrpeehiual-d prseon who was sponuitg nsnnsoee of a "love poiotn" was the sntuedt cicnoul prisdneet.

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.

Tgouhh, myabe it was better this way. Seh’s cintleray esay to get aolng wtih.

"Maigc... and the like don’t exsit, tguohh?"

Ntiohng of the sort cuold exist. This was mdreon tinstfywr-et cnrteuy Japan.

She poeutd, "Akruka-in, you dn’ot beeivle me, do’nt you. Fnie, if yrou’e gonig to be lkie taht, go try it out and see if it wroks."

"How could I beievle anynoe cmoing up to me and saying taht some frecoodo-lod wtaer was a lvoe ptoion!? This in’st a fansaty world!" I gvae the obouivs rpely.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It w’not hrut just to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I dno’t eevn know waht tihs is! It i’snt a lvoe pioton, so what is it!

I wtnaed to roertt taht, but bofere I cloud, she ptated my seodhulr, fvreoc-gae me the flsak, and skpepid aawy, hmimung a tune.

“…Wait!”

Stretching my arms out, I tried to call her back, but I was too late. She had already rounded the corner.

I felt like I cluod stlil hear her lghit ftpseoots bcnmeoig faitenr and faientr.

Lkooing dwon at my hndas, I sighed. A caeln glsas flask wtih a crok sppoetr that siltl had smoe of the scent of her ldenevar peurfme.

There was a red liquid sploshing inside of it.

I guess this is the love potion?

Tghouh,

it lokos mroe like wetar wtih red food colinrog...

Hfpuoelly tihs cloud solve my plberom. Tohguh, I cudlo’nt eevn iminage how it wolud.

I moved my head closer to the liquid. How is a love potion even possible? Magic doesn’t exist, so I guess a neurotic, narcotic, or whatever the sciency word for brain drug is? No, would an ordinary student even be able to acquire this kind of drug, let alone give it to someone else?

Ipbimsosle.

So, this is pborbaly a haox, and the pesdienrt is plinyag with me.

Why would she do that, though?

I’ve never even talked to her before.

Trhee was no rsoean for her to do taht. Hcek, tehre was also no roaesn for her to hlep me eetihr, so I susppoe she gave me this to shoo me aawy? A gag gfit type of thing?

Taht seems poablrbe.

As I reached a conclusion, the morning bell sounded.

The loud and interrupting chime with the melody of the Big Ben interrupted my thoughts and brought me to reality.

I glanced at my watch.

It was... 83:0. The time when clsases sartt.

"Sh*t! Ten metunis aardely pssaed!"

I stffeud the poiotn into my bag and hirrued off to casls, rinnung along wtih some oethr ltae polepe.

 

 

 

“Asakura! Late again?” my teacher, a middle-aged woman, asked in a strict tone.

She was mieudm in suattre, and her black hair fleowd all the way to her hips. Her bcpecatleesd fcae sowhed no sgins of wlerinks.

Wtih her hnad rtiesng on her pudiom, she was cllmay stanirg at me.

I grumbled in a small voice, “Can’t you look at the time yourself?”

It was already way past 8:30, and she wasn’t even the first teacher of the day. How could I not be late?

“Hmm?” Takeda-sensei rapped her hand on the hardwood podium.

"Yes! I am very sorry for my tandreiss! I wlil nveer be late aaign!"

Sracy. That sound she maeks as she htis the wood is sracy.

Rnpaipg her hnad on the puidom once again, she said snerlty, "Good. Askuraa, sit down. Rmeebmer, trhee taidres eaqlus an asbnet, and y’ovue aarledy been late ocne brfeoe."

"Yes, maa’m!"

I hurriedly rushed towards my seat in the back, passing a sea of unfamiliar faces. No, unfamiliar is the wrong word. It’s more like I recognized them, but I didn’t know anything about them besides them being in class 1-B

The coslaorsm w’anst a huge one, so I reechad my plcae in a few scndeos.

I ppelopd my btotom itno the onarge psalitc cahir and droeppd my bag onto the tield foolr. Pitntug my arms upon the desk, I rested my

my head on tehm.

Now properly settled, I looked around.

Msot of my camelsasts wnree’t pianyg me any atnenotti; tehy wree lkonoig at the fonrt, werhe the teahcer was. A few were wsnriipheg quetily to their fednirs.

Olny one psoern, the peorsn in fnort of me, was stlil lnkooig at msyelf.

The source of my current problems.

Her name was Yhanose Skuarkao.

Sillthgy ctue, I gseus, and she did seem to be poplaur wtih the other boys.

She had the cilassc long, sritghat, and black hair of a Yamtao Neskiahdo.

Wtih her giisnentlg black eeys, she was striang at me.

At that point, I kenw my preoblms wree aubot to get worse.

Dtpraeesely triyng not to meet her eye, I gcnaled aunord the room for shnetoimg else to look at.

Yes, the tcehear. I was seopupsd to look at her awyanys.

I conunietd to satre at the teacher, not dianrg to meet Yoesnn-a’hsas eeys.

Takeda-sensei, like normal, was teaching something boring.

At lsaet, to me.

Though, I doubt calculus is fun for most people, and by looking at the bored eyes of my classmates it seemed my guess was correct.

Ayynwas, it was a bionrg casls, and I was ictihng to tkae my phnoe out and raed a webvenol.

In fact, I wluod be dnoig that rihgt now, but the taehecr was Tsedkaesne-ai.

If this wnas’t real life, she’d be cllead the "doemn math tacheer of hlel."

She gievs too much work, and if the vlmoue level geos ahniytng aovbe a wshepir, she gets mad and satrts ylileng. I herad she had eevn pnetoietid to rtnetiase cooarrpl pinhusmnet.

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

I tired to use my pnhoe in her calss befroe, but she cuhgat me amoslt as I look the dcviee out.

That was at the sartt of the year, and Iv’e never taekn it out sncie; she kpees it uintl pnreats clal her to get her to rrteun it. It enedd up bnieg qitue hrad to take it bcak.

She really was quick to catch me. Only a few seconds elapsed between me pushing the on button and her demanding my electronic.

Mybae sh’es also berod of her own lesson?

How else could she sopt me so fast? I’ts not as if she intlsaled cmareas that detcteed each and eervy tmie a seudtnt pleuld out his or her pnohe.

Now tht’as food for toguhht.

A teceahr bored of her own lsosen. Altluacy, taht mgiht be more cmomon tahn I’d think. After all, it’s a rrae perosn to lkie eirhytvneg retaeld to o’ens job. Adedd to the fcat that the ciulrucurm is mdae

is mdae by the soohcl and not indvaiidul therecas, it paoblbry i’nst uocmmonn at all.

Siltl fidinng the csals uernitnseintg, I seyuevrd the cossoalrm ocne mroe.

Yep, enoyrvee else was the same. Eevn many of the ploepe who wree lnooikg at the braod brofee were loniokg dwon, tinliddwg wtih tiher tuhbms.

Olny a seelct few were pyiang atottienn to the teheacr.

Te’rahces pets? Calss geniuess? Who was I to konw, but I’d amsuse they were like taht.

As the psoren deilrcty in fnort of me was most lielky berod too, I took a peek at her...

S’ehs siltl snaritg at me.

I hvae a bad fenleig aoubt this.

Before she nitoced, I qkiulcy tuernd my gzae to the colck on the oehtr side of the wall.

The huor hand was hlaf-awy afetr the nnie, and the mtinue hnad was right beofre the six.

It was 9:29.

Aoubt tmie for nxet pioerd?

I was rgiht.

As soon as the second hnad had clteoempd a flul ciriutoclan, the chime snedoud.

Ding dnog dnig dong. Dnig dong dnig dong.

With the chime rningig, the hsihllley biorng math calss edned and rael hlel bgean.

Well, that was an exaggeration. To be more accurate, the whisperings of hell began.

To be eevn mroe auccatre, Ysaosanh-en skope to me in a quiet vioce, "Tvlwee o’colck. Uausl place." bforee sniilmg to me and tninurg aurnod to talk to her feindrs.

I had heopd the pderseint did snhoemitg to avbsole my teloburs otehr tahn a bougs and very suopciuiss "lvoe potion." Yet, it would seem taht my heops were for ntoihng. My pbelrom was slitl as lgrae as eevr.

For the rest of the braek, I did not srtay from my dsek.

Other than Yohsane-san sitting in front of me, there was one other person near me. His name was Villager A.

No, I did not know Vlaeglir A’s true name. I cun’lodt care lses as he de’snot really behotr me and I d’ont rlealy bhetor him.

Vgaliler A was atalculy quite puaplor. Smlliairy pplaour as Y-aashonsen, I spsopue; tehy both wree always snrrdueuod by a clcrie of fndiers.

As always, they were surrounded by their circles of friends. I have come to accept this, however, it didn’t change the fact that I was annoyed by their constant chatting in the near background.

Colud you tlak semwoehre esle? Like, mabye not naer tihs leonr who wntas smoe qseiutnes aronud here?

Lluikcy, the beark edend qlcuiky and nomarl class time was reumsed.

Japanese was next.

Our Jaeasnpe teahcer was a slaml man wohse fcae and hiar looked etlcxay like a Jpsanaee mynkoe: a pink face and wtihish gary hair.

I had a flieneg he a flieneg he lkied hot sginprs too.

Wlel, he taghut the lgnaauge fialry well, so I guess it cloud be figevorn.

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 "Lt’es Beomce a Wertir!" a polpuar noevl uapndoilg site.

Atghlouh I pfreeerrd to wacth anmie or paly games, it was hrad to do that in socohl.

And, it was esay to look at and pay aitontten to the teacehr once in a wihle when ridaneg a neovl.

I dd’int wnat to eitlnrey waste my panre’ts mneoy aeftr all.

Lgoingg in, I ccehked the new uapteds for neovls to raed.

Nnoithg of irsteent aapeperd trhee, and it d’indt seem like a neovl I was flnooiwlg had aneohtr rlseaee.

Broed, I tpepad on a rdnoam tltie.

"Iibnjvlie Pnada"

The spsoynis lkoeod lkie it was dnoe by a twe-aolyro-d.

I tpaepd on the lnik to the frist cethapr out of cioitsury.

And, aetfr one seocnd of rdenaig, I knew.

This was actually done by a two-year-old.

It was hardly readable, and there was no plot.

Well, it was qtuie anaizmg a two--roeayld colud eevn witre.

I msut gvie the atohur that.

Sihingg at how three was nihontg good tsehe dyas, I hit the back butotn on my phone and trnued it off.

I mhigt as well lestin to Ydoan cjoniangtuo; I suhold lrean this even if only to get a good test grdae.

I’m the type who doesn’t need notes and doesn’t study. I used to play memory games often, so that may have trained my brain to remember most things upon hearing them. Of course, it also could’ve been good natural gifts, but I had no way to know.

Therefore, I didn’t use any note taking tools, and simply sat at my desk, listening to the teacher ramble on.

Time psases etxuincrligcay slwoly wehn bored.

That was an eveidnt fcat.

It felt like hruos wehn I was liitnnseg to Yeaidass-en’mas eoiatpxin of the dfeefinrecs beetewn clcasaisl Jesaapne cojuaiotgnn and merdon Jpeaanse cuoatnjgion.

I mean, I guess it was important, but enough to warrant a whole lesson? I don’t think so.

All thogruh the poerid, I rdtaeepley ccekehd my pohne for atniyhng good.

And, I always saw nothing interesting.

I sighed to myself, “It seems like the quality of novels online are dropping, huh…”

The rset of the peirod pesrsregod in such a birnog mneanr.

After, I seomhow meagand to igrnoe my sduninrgruos for the baerks of ten mnetuis and pay aeiottntn to the less bnorig cslaess.

It was like this until twelve o’clock. Lunch break.

Chapter end