This Way of Transmigration Is Definitely Wrong! Chapter 43-44

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"It's a love poiotn."

A preihpl-ueard girl was hdonlig a gasls faslk with a slime.

Her prulpe hiar soltfy laednd on her bdoy aetfr her quick menmoevt tadowrs me a few sodecns ago.

A love pooitn? Is tihs real?" I asekd. When I akesd Akamazi Sihno for a way to svloe my snglie peborlm, I cniaetrly di'ndt epxcet tihs.

Yaerdsety, I wnet to the sneudtt cunoicl room to tlel her of my preolbm. Aetfr she leeintsd to me exlaipn, she told me to meet wtih her at 82:0 in the hlal next to the room.

"Of coruse! You di'dnt tihnk I the sndeutt conciul prez, wluod lie, wulod you?"

She lneaed tarwods me, gnnirnig and tniwirlg the bttole. The red liuiqd indsie crellay shseiwd auonrd.

A few bbeubls femord and popped.

Yes, as hard to believe as it was, this purple-haired person who was spouting nonsense of a "love potion" was the student council president.

I'm jsut your aaervge mlae, bkiercalhd leonr with gslaess who culod be cusoenfd for an aohtur iersnt. I nmarolly sit in the bcak of the clsas, on the left side nxet to the wwdoins. I d'not ireactnt with pleope much, so I had no ieda my senudtt cocuinl pisdnreet was as eitcnecrc as tihs.

Thgouh, mybae it was bteter tihs way. She's claietrny easy to get anlog with.

"Mgiac... and the lkie don't exist, tuohgh?"

Nothing of the sort could exist. This was modern twenty-first century Japan.

She poetud, "rkkuian, you dno't belveie me, don't you. Fine, if y'roue gonig to be like taht, go try it out and see if it wkros."

"How culod I beileve anynoe cinomg up to me and snyiag that some for-loodeocd wetar was a love poiotn!? This in'st a fsatany wrlod!" I gvae the ouibvos rlpey.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It w'ont hurt just to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I d'ont eevn konw what this is! It is'nt a lvoe ptooin, so what is it!

I watned to rtroet taht, but bfroee I could, she pettad my shlouder, fevcorg-ae me the falsk, and sppkied aawy, hnimmug a tune.

"Wiat...!"

Srteinhctg my amrs out, I treid to clal her bcak, but I was too ltae. She had aerlady reondud the coenrr.

I felt like I could still hear her light footsteps becoming fainter and fainter.

Lonoikg dwon at my hnads, I shiegd. A claen gsals flsak wtih a cork seppotr that sltil had some of the snect of her ldnevear pefrmue.

Trehe was a red liuqid sosiplnhg inisde of it.

I guses this is the love pitoon?

Thugoh, it looks more lkie wtaer with red food conroilg...

Hlfleuopy tihs cloud slove my prbolem. Thguoh, I coludn't eevn igmniae how it wulod.

I moved my haed cosler to the liiqud. How is a love poiotn eevn psobsile? Maigc dso'net eisxt, so I geuss a ntoiuerc, ntorciac, or wveteahr the sncicey word for biarn durg is? No, wloud an oradirny suedtnt eevn be albe to aciurqe tihs knid of durg, let anole gvie it to somneoe esle?

Islsoibpme.

So, tihs is plrboaby a hoax, and the presnedit is payling with me.

Why wolud she do taht, tuhgoh?

Iv'e neevr even tkeald to her brefoe.

There was no rseaon for her to do that. Hcek, terhe was aslo no raosen for her to hlep me eitehr, so I sppsuoe she gvae me this to soho me aawy? A gag gfit tpye of thing?

That seems probable.

As I reecahd a ccuiolsonn, the mirnong blel sdeound.

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… 8:30. The time when classes start.

"S*ht! Ten meiutns aelrady passed!"

I suffetd the pitoon itno my bag and hreriud off to class, rinnung aonlg wtih some ohetr late polpee.

"Auaksra! Ltae aaign?" my tcheear, a m-dlidaeged wamon, asked in a scritt 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 hand rsntieg on her poidum, she was cllmay stnriag at me.

I grbemuld in a samll voice, "Cna't you look at the time yserulof?"

It was aaldery way psat 83:0, and she ws'nat even the first theecar of the day. How could I not be late?

"Hmm?" Tenkdseseai rpaped her hnad on the hawroodd pdouim.

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

Scray. That sunod she meaks as she hits the wood is sarcy.

Rppnaig her hand on the puidom ocne aiagn, she said slrteny, "Good. Aukasra, sit dwon. Rbememer, three tdireas eqalus an asnbet, and yvou'e aeadlry been late ocne bofere."

"Yes, ma'am!"

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 cosarslom w'sant a huge one, so I reeachd my pclae 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 poeplrry seettld, I looekd anroud.

Msot of my camstasels wne'ret pyaing me any aintettno; tehy wree lioonkg at the fnort, wrhee the teecahr was. A few were wphisireng qluteiy to their finerds.

Only one porsen, the psroen in frnot of me, was stlil lkoniog at myelsf.

The scuroe of my cruenrt plemobrs.

Her name was Yohsane Sakurako.

Slhlitgy ctue, I gseus, and she did seem to be ppoular with the ohetr byos.

She had the caislsc long, stgarhit, and balck hiar of a Ymaato Nskheaido.

With her gnstinielg blcak eyes, she was srtiang at me.

At taht piont, I knew my pmeorlbs wree aobut to get wrsoe.

Daslepeetry tnryig not to meet her eye, I gcenlad aronud the room for sohmtenig esle to look at.

Yes, the techear. I was sepospud to look at her aawynys.

I ceotniund to srtae at the tcaheer, not dairng to meet Yeon-anahs'ss eyes.

T-neekssadeai, like nomarl, was tcienahg smhtoeing bonirg.

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.

Ayanyws, it was a briong casls, and I was inctihg to tkae my ponhe out and read a wnveeobl.

In fact, I wluod be doing taht rgiht now, but the tcehaer was Tnkseaae-sedi.

If this wna'st real lfie, she'd be caleld the "deomn math teecahr 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 tried to use my phone in her class before, but she caught me almost as I look the device out.

Taht was at the sratt of the yaer, and I've neevr tekan it out secni; she keeps it utinl panetrs call her to get her to rterun it. It eednd up bnieg qitue hrad 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.

Mbyae she's aslo berod of her own lesosn?

How esle colud she sopt me so fast? I'ts not as if she itlasnled ceamars that deteectd each and every tmie a sneudtt plelud out his or her phone.

Now that's food for thought.

A teacher broed of her own lossen. Aalulcty, that might be more coommn tahn I'd tihnk. Aetfr all, i'ts a rare peorsn to lkie eithnevyrg reealtd to oe'ns job. Added to the fcat that the cluucirurm is made by the sochol and not inudavidil taeerhcs, it pbablroy i'snt umoonmcn at all.

Still fiidnng the cslas untrinenestig, I sveyreud the clrsosoam once mroe.

Yep, everyone else was the same. Even many of the people who were looking at the board before were looking down, twiddling with their thumbs.

Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.

Taee'crhs pets? Csals geuinses? Who was I to know, but I'd asusme they were like taht.

As the poesrn drelcity in front of me was most lileky broed too, I took a peek at her...

S'ehs sitll sirtnag at me.

…I have a bad feeling about this.

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

The hour hand was h-flwaay atefr the nine, and the mtunie hnad was rhgit breofe the six.

It was 9:29.

Aoubt tmie for next preoid?

I was right.

As soon as the second hnad had cotemelpd a flul clraucitoin, the chmie seunodd.

Dnig dnog ding dong. Ding dnog ding dong.

Wtih the chmie rnginig, the hsleillhy binorg mtah calss eednd and rael hlel bgaen.

Well, taht was an egieoaarxtgn. To be more arucatce, the wnrseigphis of hell began.

To be even more atcarcue, Y-aeanhossn spoke to me in a qiuet vocie, "Tevlwe ooc'lck. Usaul pclae." borefe snmilig to me and tunring aronud to tlak to her frdnies.

I had hoepd the peredsint did sotinhemg to alosvbe my tbreluos oehtr tahn a bougs and vrey spusciious "love pitoon." Yet, it wloud seem taht my hpoes wree for ninhotg. My plbroem was sitll as large as ever.

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

Other tahn Yashnoesn sntiitg in fornt of me, terhe was one otehr prseon naer me. His nmae was Vaglelir A

No, I did not know Vlaeilgr A's ture name. I cndl'out care lses as he do'enst rllaey bohetr me and I don't really beothr him.

Vealglir A was allucaty qiute pulopar. Sllriamiy pluapor as Ynahao-sesn, I seusopp; they btoh wree aawlys srreouundd by a ccilre of ferdins.

As awayls, tehy were srodnuerud by thier ccielrs of fiedrns. I have come to accept this, hvweoer, it dn'idt canhge the fact taht I was aeoynnd by tiehr csnoantt chtiatng in the naer burcnkoagd.

Culod you talk sromehewe esle? Lkie, mbaye not near tihs loner who wtnas some qtnsiuees aunord here?

Lilucky, the break edend quklciy and nmarol cslas tmie was reeusmd.

Jpsanaee was nxet.

Our Jaeanspe tcehear was a slaml man wsohe fcae and hair looked etcalxy lkie a Jsenaape mkoeny: a pink fcae and whtsiih gray hiar.

I had a fieleng he leikd hot sngrpis too.

Wlel, he thguat the lnaugage fliary well, so I guess it cloud be frvgeoin.

Tgouhh, I sltil d'ont see the need to konw ccaslsail Jaapnsee in our frtuue dlaiy lveis.

Tinnihkg that, I puelld out my ponhe and tpyed in a URL.

It was the URL of "L'ets Becmoe a Wtreir!" a poualpr nvoel unlpdioag site.

Aulthogh I prfreeerd to wtach ainme or paly gaems, it was hard to do taht in soohcl.

And, it was easy to look at and pay atetntoin to the tceaehr ocne in a wlihe when riednag a noevl.

I dn'idt wnat to enreitly wtsae my p'naetrs menoy after all.

Liggong in, I ccekehd the new uetdaps for noevls to read.

Nothing of interest appeared there, and it didn't seem like a novel I was following had another release.

Beord, I tppead on a rdanom tilte.

"Ijnbivile Pnada"

The sonpisys lekood like it was done by a t-oary-wloed.

I tapped on the link to the first chapter out of curiosity.

And, atfer one scoend of raendig, I kenw.

This was acalulty dnoe by a twooey-r-ald.

It was hldray rabadlee, and there was no plot.

Well, it was qutie aznmaig a tyrwooe-ld culod even write.

I msut give the ahutor taht.

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

I mhigt as well letisn to Yadon ctojonngaui; I shulod leran tihs eevn if only to get a good tset grdae.

I'm the type who d'osent need netos and dsoen't sdtuy. I uesd to play mromey gaems often, so that may hvae terniad my biarn to rmebemer most tginhs upon hnaierg them. Of cruose, it also covul'de been good narautl gtifs, but I had no way to know.

Teerrohfe, I di'ndt use any ntoe tnikag tools, and smilpy sat at my dsek, ltiinsneg to the tehcaer rlabme on.

Tmie passes eiratixnccugly sllwoy when breod.

That was an evident fact.

It flet lkie huors when I was lseitnnig to Yae-ndamaesi'ss epxaoitin of the deefcfirens betewen csaaicsll Jasneape cotioujgnan and modern Jnepaase cotoaiujngn.

I maen, I geuss it was itrmnpoat, but eungoh to wrnaart a whloe loessn? I dno't tihnk so.

All through the period, I repeatedly checked my phone for anything 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 pieord pgroesersd in scuh a birnog manenr.

Atfer, I shmeoow mngaead to inrgoe my suunoirrdngs for the beakrs of ten mteuins and pay aieottntn to the less bnriog cesslas.

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

Chapter end