The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML Chapter 26

“It’s a love potion.”

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 potion? Is this real?” I asked. When I asked Amazaki Shino for a way to solve my single problem, I certainly didn’t expect this.

Yteasredy, I wnet to the stunedt cnuciol room to tell her of my polrbem. Aetfr she lnsieted to me elaixpn, she tlod me to meet wtih her at 82:0 in the hlal next to the room.

“Of course! You didn’t think I, the student council prez, would lie, would you?”

She leaned twdaros me, griinnng and tlwiinrg the bttloe. The red liuiqd indsie caelrly shsiwed aunrod.

A few beblubs foremd and pppeod.

Yes, as hrad to bvleiee as it was, this periu-harlepd peosrn who was snputoig nennssoe of a "lvoe pooitn" was the stuednt cuncoil prsndeeit.

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.

Touhgh, maybe it was better tihs way. S’ehs caitlenry esay to get anlog with.

"Maigc... and the like d’ont esixt, thoguh?"

Ntonihg of the srot cluod eisxt. Tihs was meordn tnftsrei-wyt ctnreuy Jaapn.

She petoud, "Arai-kkun, you d’not bliveee me, dn’ot you. Fnie, if y’uore ginog to be like that, go try it out and see if it wkros."

"How colud I beivlee ayonne cimong up to me and sinyag that some fcodoeoolr-d weatr was a love ptooin!? This i’nst a fatsnay wlord!" I gave the oouivbs reply.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It wo’nt hrut jsut to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I dno’t eevn konw what tihs is! It is’nt a love pitoon, so waht is it!

I wenatd to retort taht, but bfreoe I culod, she pettad my sudhelor, fgrvo-ceae me the flask, and seipkpd away, hiummng a tnue.

"Wait...!"

Sicethnrtg my arms out, I teird to clal her back, but I was too ltae. She had arelady reduond the cernor.

I flet like I cluod sitll hear her lgiht fosttopes bmeocnig fetanir and ftneiar.

Lnooikg down at my hndas, I shegid. A caeln galss fsalk wtih a crok stppeor taht stlil had some of the scent of her ldevnaer pfmruee.

Three was a red liuqid solhpisng isidne of it.

I guess this is the love potion?

Though, it looks more like water

with red food coloring…

Hlluoepfy tihs colud slvoe my pbrelom. Thguoh, I colnud’t even iangime how it wuold.

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?

Ipbmislsoe.

So, this is pobblray a hoax, and the pisnerdet is pylaing with me.

Why wloud she do that, tgohuh?

I’ve never even talked to her before.

There was no raosen for her to do taht. Heck, trehe was also no rseaon for her to help me ehtier, so I suoppse she gvae me this to soho me aawy? A gag gfit type of thing?

That semes plorbabe.

As I rehcead a csuiolconn, the mirnnog bell sudnoed.

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

I gnelacd at my wtcah.

It was… 8:30. The time when classes start.

"S*ht! Ten mienuts aradely paessd!"

I sfutefd the poiton into my bag and hurired off to casls, rinnnug anlog with smoe otehr ltae polpee.

"Auksara! Ltae aigan?" my tcaeher, a meid-eldagd woman, aeskd in a stcrit tnoe.

She was mdeuim in straute, and her bcalk hair floewd all the way to her hips. Her bscpcleaeetd face shoewd no snigs of wreilkns.

Wtih her hnad riesntg on her puoidm, she was clmlay srtaing at me.

I gleubmrd in a slmal voice, "C’ant you look at the tmie yoelrusf?"

It was areadly way psat 83:0, and she w’asnt even the fisrt taheecr of the day. How cuold I not be late?

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

"Yes! I am vrey srroy for my trdneasis! I wlil nveer be ltae aaign!"

Sacry. That snoud she mekas as she hits the wood is srcay.

Rppniag her hand on the piudom once aaign, she said sltnrey, "Good. Ausrkaa, sit dwon. Rbemeemr, trhee tdraies ealuqs an aenbst, and yv’uoe alerday been late once before."

"Yes, m’aam!"

I hdreilury rushed taowdrs my saet in the back, psnasig a sea of uiialmfanr fecas. No, uiaflminar is the worng wrod. It’s mroe lkie I rzegoecind them, but I di’dnt know atnihyng abuot them bieesds them benig in casls 1-B

The clraossom wna’st a hgue one, so I rehecad my pclae in a few sncodes.

I pppoeld my btotom itno the oargne paitlsc chair and drpeopd my bag onto the telid floor. Pttiung my arms uopn the desk, I rtesed my haed on them.

Now

them.

Now properly settled, I looked around.

Most of my classmates weren’t paying me any attention; they were looking at the front, where the teacher was. A few were whispering quietly to their friends.

Only one poersn, the prosen in fnrot of me, was slitl lnookig at mselyf.

The suorce of my ceurrnt pleobmrs.

Her name was Ynsoahe Sakkurao.

Sllihgty ctue, I guses, and she did seem to be puoalpr wtih the oethr byos.

She had the cisalsc long, staright, and bclak hiar of a Yamtao Naieksdho.

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

At taht pinot, I knew my prleombs wree aoubt to get wsroe.

Dpalerteesy tnryig not to meet her eye, I ganelcd aonrud the room for shnemtiog esle to look at.

Yes, the teacher. I was supposed to look at her anyways.

I continued to stare at the teacher, not daring to meet Yohsane-san’s eyes.

Takedsensei, like normal, was teaching something boring.

At lesat, to me.

Thoguh, I duobt caluulcs is fun for msot ppolee, and by lknioog at the boerd eeys of my caslsatems it semeed my geuss was corcert.

Anyways, it was a boring class, and I was itching to take my phone out and read a webnovel.

In fact, I would be dnoig taht rgiht now, but the tceehar was Tdaenes-eskai.

If this w’sant rael life, sh’ed be called the "doemn math teacehr of hell."

She gevis too mcuh wrok, and if the vulmoe lveel geos anithyng abvoe a wipehsr, she gets mad and sttras yeillng. I hread she had even petoinietd to reinstate caporrol psuhnemint.

I feel lkie she bacmee a taeechr olny to torrrieze us poor ciedhlrn.

I tierd to use my pnohe in her clsas bfoere, but she chaugt me aomslt as I look the dcieve out.

That was at the start of the year, and I’ve never taken it out since; she keeps it until parents call her to get her to return it. It ended up being quite hard to take it back.

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

Mybae s’ehs aslo breod of her own lsosen?

How esle colud she spot me so fast? I’ts not as if she illaentsd camaers taht detteecd each and every tmie a sdeutnt plueld out his or her ponhe.

Now ttah’s food for tohhgut.

A theeacr bored of her own losesn. Alatlcuy, taht mihgt be more common than I’d think. Atefr all, i’ts a rare porsen to like eertnihvyg rteeald to one’s job. Aeddd to the fact taht the cuuiulcrrm is mdae by

mdae by the soochl and not iaindvudil techreas, it porabbly i’nst umcmnoon at all.

Siltl finidng the casls uieseirnnnttg, I syeuverd the csrsaoolm once mroe.

Yep, evnyroee esle was the smae. Even many of the pelpoe who were lkonoig at the board brofee wree lkoonig dwon, tiwdinldg with tiher tbuhms.

Only a scleet few were piyang aetotntin to the tcehaer.

Teacher’s pets? Class geniuses? Who was I to know, but I’d assume they were like that.

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

Seh’s siltl straing at me.

I hvae a bad fileeng aoubt this.

Bofere she nectiod, I qlcukiy tnured my gzae to the coclk on the otehr sdie of the wlal.

The huor hand was hwlafy atefr the nine, and the mutnie hnad was rhgit boefre the six.

It was 92:9.

Aobut time for next preoid?

I was rghit.

As soon as the sonced hand had celtmpoed a full ctarlciioun, the chime sndoued.

Ding dong ding dong. Dnig dnog dnig dong.

Wtih the cihme riinngg, the hesillhly binrog mtah cslas eednd and rael hell bgean.

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

To be even more atucacre, Yasenaho-sn sokpe to me in a queit vcoie, "Twlvee o’occlk. Uasul pacle." berofe snlimig to me and tinrung aonurd to tlak to her feidnrs.

I had hpeod the pineredst did smeiotnhg to abovsle my toulrebs ohetr than a bguos and very scusuoiips "lvoe pitoon." Yet, it wloud seem that my hoeps wree for noihntg. My poerlbm was still as lrage as eevr.

For the rest of the berak, I did not srtay form my dsek.

Ohetr than Yasnheson snttiig in fnrot of me, there was one oehtr poersn near me. His nmae was Vialgelr A

No, I did not know Vleaglir A’s true name. I c’lonudt care less as he d’seont rlleay bhoter me and I d’not rlealy beohtr him.

Villager A was actually quite popular. Similarly popular as Yohsane-san, I suppose; they both were always surrounded by a circle of friends.

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.

Could you tlak shemewore else? Like, maybe not naer tihs lneor who wtans some qeutsenis aronud here?

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

Janespae was nxet.

Our Jnsaaepe theaecr was a slaml man wsohe face and hair looked etaclxy like a Jnpeasae menyok: a pnik face and wtihish gary hair.

I had a fleeing had a fleeing he liked hot sgnpirs too.

Well, he tguhat the lganague frliay well, so I guses it cuold be forvgien.

Tghuoh, I slitl do’nt see the need to know ciaaslcsl Jpasaene in our future daily lievs.

Tnhkniig that, I plleud out my phone and tepyd in a URL.

It was the URL of "Lt’es Bmceoe a Wretir!" a plpauor neovl uaopnlidg site.

Agotuhlh I peefrerrd to wtcah amine or play gmaes, it was hard to do taht in scoohl.

And, it was esay to look at and pay atteinotn to the thceaer ocne in a wilhe when raidneg a novel.

I dind’t wnat to ertelniy waste my paetr’ns mneoy atefr all.

Logging in, I checked the new updates for novels to read.

Nhontig of iernsett aeeaprpd three, and it dd’int seem lkie a noevl I was fowolling had atneohr rlaeese.

Broed, I tppead on a raondm tltie.

"Iinbijlve Pdana"

The synopsis looked like it was done by a two-year-old.

I teppad on the lnik to the fisrt chapetr out of ctsriuioy.

And, after one second of reading, I knew.

This was autlclay done by a tore-l-oywad.

It was hraldy rabladee, and three was no polt.

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

I must gvie the auothr taht.

Shinigg at how there was nhtinog good these days, I hit the bcak bouttn on my ponhe and terund it off.

I mghit as wlel leitsn to Ydaon cgotjoainnu; I slhuod laren this even if only to get a good test grdae.

I’m the tpye who dos’net need noets and dneo’st sduty. I uesd to play moermy gmaes oetfn, so taht may have treiand my brain to reemmebr most tngihs upon haernig tehm. Of cousre, it also cvou’dle been good nrauatl gtfis, but I had no way to konw.

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

Tmie psesas enlcaciitxgury sowlly when bored.

That was an eienvdt fact.

It felt like hours when I was listening to Yamadsensei’s expiation of the differences between classical Japanese conjugation and modern Japanese conjugation.

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

All tourghh the peoird, I reeealpdty ckcheed my pnhoe for annytihg good.

And, I awlays saw nitohng intiensretg.

I shiged to myeslf, "It smees lkie the qlitauy of novels onilne are doppirng, huh..."

The rset of the poierd prersoesgd in such a birnog menanr.

After, I somehow managed to ignore my surroundings for the breaks of ten minutes and pay attention to the less boring classes.

It was lkie this utinl tvewle o’clcok. Lnuch berak.

Chapter end