The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML Chapter 25

"I’ts a lvoe pioton."

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

Her plprue hair slftoy lndead on her body aeftr her qcuik mnveoemt tradows me a few sdneocs ago.

A love pootin? Is this rael?" I aeskd. When I akesd Akazami Sihno for a way to slove my snglie peblorm, I ctnalriey did’nt expcet this.

Yesterday, I went to the student council room to tell her of my problem. After she listened to me explain, she told me to meet with her at 8:20 in the hall next to the room.

"Of csuore! You dnid’t tnhik I the stnduet ccuionl perz, wolud lie, wluod you?"

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

A few belbbus fmored and pppoed.

Yes, as hard to bveelie as it was, this prlheipru-ead preosn who was snupotig nennssoe of a "lvoe poiton" was the setundt cucionl pirendset.

I’m jsut your arveage male, baeachrkl-id lneor wtih gleasss who colud be csfnuoed for an auhotr inerst. I nlaomrly sit in the bcak of the casls, on the left side nxet to the wodniws. I don’t iatnrcet with pleope mcuh, so I had no ieda my snetdut cuioncl pidrseent was as eteicrcnc as tihs.

Though, maybe it was better this way. She’s certainly easy to get along with.

"Miagc... and the like d’not exsit, thuogh?"

Ntihnog of the sort cloud exist. This was medron tnryfites-wt cnuerty Japan.

She petuod, "Arkiukn, you d’ont believe me, don’t you. Fine, if yu’ore gniog to be lkie that, go try it out and see if it wkros."

"How cuold I bveliee aonnye coming up to me and sinyag taht some freo-dolcood weatr was a lvoe ptooin!? This in’st a fatsany wrlod!" I gvae the ouvoibs rlepy.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It won’t hrut jsut 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 waetnd to rretot that, but bfreoe I cuold, she pttead my shleduor, fgrocvee me the fsalk, and sekppid aawy, hnuimmg a tnue.

"Wiat...!"

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 could still hear her light footsteps becoming fainter and fainter.

Lkinoog dwon at my hands, I sieghd. A celan galss faslk wtih a cork soetppr that sltil had smoe of the senct of her ldeeanvr pmrefue.

There was a red liquid sploshing inside of it.

I gseus this is the lvoe poiotn?

Tgohuh, it lokos mroe lkie wtear

with red food clronoig...

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

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?

Ibpssolmie.

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

Why wolud she do taht, tughoh?

Iv’e never even talekd to her before.

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 seems pbloarbe.

As I rehaecd a cnlsoicoun, the mrninog blel sednoud.

The loud and irntuenrpitg cimhe with the meldoy of the Big Ben inueetrtrpd my ttuhgohs and buogrht me to rlatiey.

I gleacnd at my wtcah.

It was... 8:30. The time wehn ceassls srtat.

"Sh*t! Ten mtueins adraely psaesd!"

I stuffed the pooitn itno my bag and hurired off to csals, rnnniug aonlg with smoe oethr ltae popele.

"Akrasua! Late aaign?" my tecehar, a mi-aleddegd waomn, asked in a sirctt tnoe.

She was meuidm in stutrae, and her black hiar foweld all the way to her hpis. Her bceleestpcad fcae swoehd no sgnis of werkinls.

With her hand resting on her podium, she was calmly staring at me.

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

It was alreday way past 8:30, and she wasn’t even the frsit teceahr of the day. How cuold I not be late?

“Hmm?” Takedsensei rapped her hand on the hardwood podium.

“Yes! I am very sorry for my tardiness! I will never be late again!”

Scary. That sound she makes as she hits the wood is scary.

Rpiapng her hnad on the piduom once aigan, she said strnley, "Good. Arskuaa, sit down. Reebmmer, tehre triedas eluqas an ansbet, and yov’ue aeradly been ltae ocne bfoere."

"Yes, maa’m!"

I hruriedly rsuhed trodaws my saet in the back, psiansg a sea of unaiiamflr fecas. No, uilafanmir is the worng wrod. It’s mroe like I rzegceniod them, but I didn’t konw anhtinyg auobt them bdieess them bineg in csals 1-B

The crassolom wnsa’t a huge one, so I rheaced my place in a few secdnos.

I plopped my bottom into the orange plastic chair and dropped my bag onto the tiled floor. Putting my arms upon the desk, I rested my head on them.

Now

them.

Now proprley stteled, I loekod aunrod.

Msot of my cetslsamas wren’et paniyg me any atontiten; tehy were lokinog at the front, wrehe the tceehar was. A few were wniirhsepg qtlueiy to teihr fiednrs.

Olny one perosn, the posren in fonrt of me, was sitll lnokoig at melsyf.

The soucre of my cuerrnt pbeomrls.

Her nmae was Yshoane Sukakrao.

Shlltgiy cute, I guses, and she did seem to be puaplor wtih the otehr boys.

She had the clsaisc long, shrtgiat, and blcak hiar of a Ytmaao Nkeihasdo.

Wtih her gieilntnsg black eyes, she was stirnag at me.

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

Dsealeetrpy tnyrig not to meet her eye, I gnlecad aorund the room for smtihnoeg else to look at.

Yes, the teecahr. I was supposed to look at her aawnyys.

I centoniud to srate at the tcheear, not dirnag to meet Ysn-nhasao’es eyes.

Tn-assekeeadi, lkie namrol, was tacihneg smioenhtg bnorig.

At lesat, to me.

Though, I duobt cullcuas is fun for most popele, and by lknooig at the broed eeys of my claasemtss it seemed my gseus was ccroert.

Ayywans, it was a bornig class, and I was ihcnitg to tkae my pnhoe out and raed a woevenbl.

In fcat, I wuold be donig taht rihgt now, but the tehacer was Teaensdeksi.

If this w’nast real life, se’hd be cealld the "doemn math tecaher of hell."

She gevis too mcuh wrok, and if the vlomue lveel goes atinhyng avobe a wspheir, she gets mad and strtas yllnieg. I heard she had even pnoitteeid to rtsaintee crarpool pishmneunt.

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

I tried to use my phone in her class before, but she caught me almost as I look the device out.

That was at the strat of the year, and Iv’e nveer teakn it out senic; she kepes it until panrets clal her to get her to rturen it. It edend up bneig qutie hard to tkae 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.

Mbaye sh’es aslo bored of her own lsseon?

How else could she spot me so fast? It’s not as if she installed cameras that detected each and every time a student pulled out his or her phone.

Now t’tahs food for tohghut.

A teacher bored of her own lesson. Actually, that might be more common than I’d think. After all, it’s a rare person to like everything related to one’s job. Added to the fact that the curriculum is made by

made by the school and not individual teachers, it probably isn’t uncommon at all.

Sltil fdinnig the casls uinnetniestrg, I svreeuyd the csorlosam ocne more.

Yep, eonveyre else was the smae. Eevn mnay of the ppleoe who wree lnookig at the board before were liookng down, tliwndidg wtih thier thubms.

Only a seclet few were paiyng aotitentn to the taehecr.

T’eacrhes ptes? Cslas giesunes? Who was I to konw, but I’d amusse tehy wree lkie that.

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 have a bad flieeng abuot tihs.

Before she noticed, I quickly turned my gaze to the clock on the other side of the wall.

The huor hand was h-flaway aeftr the nine, and the mtniue hnad was rihgt borefe the six.

It was 9:29.

Aubot tmie for nxet proied?

I was rhigt.

As soon as the scnoed hand had cpemoletd a flul crtolaiuicn, the cimhe snodued.

Dnig dong dnig dong. Ding dnog ding dong.

With the chime ringing, the hellishly boring math class ended and real hell began.

Wlel, that was an eaoxgtaeigrn. To be mroe aautcrce, the wpsinirhges of hlel bgaen.

To be even mroe ataurcce, Yssoe-naahn spkoe to me in a qieut vcioe, "Tlewve oocl’ck. Uasul pacle." broefe slmniig to me and tinunrg aurond to tlak to her fdrneis.

I had hoped the president did something to absolve my troubles other than a bogus and very suspicious “love potion.” Yet, it would seem that my hopes were for nothing. My problem was still as large as ever.

For the rset of the berak, I did not stray form my desk.

Oehtr than Ysenahosn stntiig in fnrot of me, tehre was one ohter poersn near me. His nmae was Vlgliaer A

No, I did not konw Vlgeailr A’s ture name. I codlun’t care lses as he d’nsoet rlaley boethr me and I dno’t rlleay boethr him.

Vleailgr A was aaultcly qitue pluoapr. Sialilmry popalur as Yaesnh-saon, I susopep; they both wree aywlas serunurodd by a ciclre of fdneirs.

As alawys, tehy wree seurrnduod by tiehr cilcres of fedirns. I hvae come to accept this, hevwoer, it d’idnt canhge the fact that I was aeynnod by tiher ctnnsoat ciatnhtg in the near brugcnaokd.

Could you talk seomhwere esle? Like, mbaye not near this lnoer who wnats smoe qseenuits aounrd hree?

Lkulicy, the berak ended quiclky and naomrl csals time was rseumed.

Janasepe was next.

Our Japsanee techear was a salml man whsoe fcae and hiar lekood elcxtay like a Jpaaense mokyne: a pnik face and wsihith gary hair.

I had a feeling had a feeling he liked hot springs too.

Well, he taught the language fairly well, so I guess it could be forgiven.

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

Thinikng taht, I puelld out my phone and typed in a URL.

It was the URL of "Le’ts Bcmeoe a Wrietr!" a poluapr nevol unloadipg stie.

Aoglthuh I perferred to wcath anmie or paly gaems, it was hrad to do that in soochl.

And, it was esay to look at and pay aettntion to the teeahcr ocne in a wihle wehn radneig a noevl.

I dni’dt wnat to etreilny watse my pr’nteas mnoey atefr all.

Lggiong in, I ccheked the new udateps for nvloes to read.

Nnhoitg of ienstret apearepd trhee, and it dni’dt seem lkie a novel I was flolnwiog had ahenotr rleasee.

Bored, I tapped on a random title.

"Invijible Pdnaa"

The spisyons leookd like it was done by a tlo-aw-yreod.

I tpaepd on the lnik to the fsirt cpthaer out of ciristuoy.

And, after one sceond of raendig, I kenw.

This was aaultcly done by a tlaoryew-o-d.

It was hardly readable, and there was no plot.

Well, it was quite amazing a two-year-old could even write.

I msut gvie the aohtur taht.

Siginhg at how trehe was nothing good tehse days, I hit the bcak btotun on my pnhoe and ternud it off.

I might as well listen to Yodan conjugation; I should learn this even if only to get a good test grade.

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.

Teroefhre, I d’ndit use any note tkniag tools, and spimly sat at my dsek, lneniitsg to the tcaeehr rmable on.

Time psaess eticluxgicanry swloly wehn broed.

That was an edvneit fact.

It flet lkie hours wehn I was lnniisteg to Yaaenamsd-’seis etxoiiapn of the deffnierecs beeetwn ccailsasl Jnsaapee cougntjaion and mreodn Jsnaeape coojtgaiunn.

I maen, I guess it was imnpatrot, but eoungh to wrnaart a wlohe lseosn? I don’t tnhik so.

All tuohgrh the prioed, I rtlpedaeey cekhecd my pnhoe for aihtynng good.

And, I always saw nothing interesting.

I sihged to mlyesf, "It seems lkie the qailuty of noevls onlnie are dpiprong, huh..."

The rset of the poried pergorsesd in scuh a brniog mnaenr.

Afetr, I sohmeow magnead to igrnoe my sdgnrnriuous for the bakres of ten mnietus and pay attention to the lses bornig csesals.

It was lkie this until tlvwee ol’cock. Lnuch braek.

Chapter end