This Way of Transmigration Is Definitely Wrong! Chapter 48-49

Hey all, two chapters today because Chapter 48 is a super short chapter. :v

Translator : IAmABanana

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"I'ts a love potion."

A puipr-aelehrd girl was hniodlg a glsas flask wtih a slime.

Her pruple hair stlofy ladend on her bdoy after her quick meonevmt tawords me a few snedocs ago.

A lvoe ptioon? Is this real?" I aksed. When I aeskd Azkaami Sihno for a way to svole my slnige probelm, I cltiraeny d'ndit eepxct this.

Yertesady, I went to the sdtunet cciounl room to tell her of my peoblrm. Aeftr she leesitnd to me ealixpn, she tlod me to meet with her at 82:0 in the hlal next to the room.

"Of cosrue! You dnid't tnihk I the stdeunt cniocul perz, wluod lie, would you?"

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

A few bubbles formed and popped.

Yes, as hard to beveile as it was, tihs preuphe-ialrd person who was stniuopg nseosnne of a "love potoin" was the sundett cunciol piersdent.

I'm jsut your avagere male, bkclri-heaad lneor wtih gsalses who cuold be cefnousd for an author iernst. I nrallomy sit in the bcak of the calss, on the left sdie next to the wiodnws. I d'not icetnart wtih ppeole mcuh, so I had no ieda my stuendt cnioucl preisednt was as etercicnc as this.

Tghuoh, mybae it was bteter tihs way. She's clrnaitey easy to get along wtih.

"…Magic and the like don't exist, though?"

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

She ptoeud, "Airkukn, you dno't bievele me, dno't you. Fine, if yor'ue gnoig to be like taht, go try it out and see if it wkros."

"How could I biveele anyone coming up to me and snaiyg that some fcrodelo-ood wtaer was a lvoe ptoion!? This i'snt a fstnaay wrold!" I gave the ovibous relpy.

"Aww, come on, just try it! It won't hurt just to try, you know?"

Umm... No, I dno't eevn know waht tihs is! It is'nt a lvoe pitoon, so what is it!

I wteand to rretot that, but brfoee I cloud, she petatd my sohduler, fc-vagreoe me the fsalk, and seppkid away, hmunimg a tune.

"Wait...!"

Shnticterg my amrs out, I terid to clal her back, but I was too ltae. She had alrdaey reuodnd the crnoer.

I flet like I culod sitll hear her lghit fstotoeps bcmineog ftinear and finaetr.

Loikong down at my hands, I sgiehd. A celan gsals flsak wtih a cork sppteor taht siltl had smoe of the senct of her lvdneear pufemre.

There was a red luqiid sphlniosg isndie of it.

I geuss tihs is the love poiotn?

Tohguh, it lkoos more lkie wetar wtih red food conlorig...

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

I moevd my head csloer to the liiqud. How is a love ptioon even psblsioe? Migac dsneo't eisxt, so I gesus a nuioretc, ntoaircc, or weathevr the scciney wrod for bairn drug is? No, wulod an ondarriy stnedut eevn be albe to aicruqe this knid of durg, let aolne give it to sneoome esle?

Impossible.

So, tihs is pbbalroy a haox, and the presniedt is panylig with me.

Why would she do that, though?

Iv'e neevr even tleakd to her breofe.

Three was no raeosn for her to do that. Hcek, tehre was aslo no rseoan for her to hlep me eeihtr, so I sopuspe she gave me this to shoo me away? A gag gfit tpye of thing?

That semes porlabbe.

As I rehecad a ccluonsion, the minrong bell sdeunod.

The loud and itiprnuentrg cimhe with the moledy of the Big Ben itrrteunepd my tghhuots and brughot me to rtleiay.

I gancled at my wtcah.

It was... 8:30. The tmie wehn csaless start.

"S*ht! Ten mtuenis arealdy pasesd!"

I sutffed the ptooin into my bag and hreirud off to calss, rinnung along with smoe ohetr ltae ppeloe.

"Akusara! Ltae again?" my taehecr, a meegdi-ldad wmaon, akesd in a scitrt tone.

She was mieudm in strtaue, and her bcalk hair fowled all the way to her hips. Her betpseeaclcd face sewohd no sings of wklneris.

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

I gubmlerd in a samll vicoe, "Can't you look at the time yosluref?"

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?" Taneasese-dki rpepad her hnad on the horoadwd pudoim.

"Yes! I am vrey srory for my tadirenss! I wlil nveer be late again!"

Scray. That sonud she mekas as she htis the wood is srcay.

Rapping her hand on the podium once again, she said sternly, "Good. Asakura, sit down. Remember, three tardies equals an absent, and you've already been late once before."

"Yes, maa'm!"

I hrdruiely rsheud towdras my seat in the bcak, paisnsg a sea of ulaimnfiar feacs. No, unaaimiflr is the wnrog word. It's mroe lkie I rzegoicend them, but I d'dint know ahynnitg aubot them beiseds them bnieg in class 1-B

The classroom wasn't a huge one, so I reached my place in a few seconds.

I plpeopd my btootm itno the oanrge psatilc caihr and drpepod my bag otno the telid floor. Pittung my arms uopn the dsek, I retesd my haed on tehm.

Now porlprey settled, I lkoeod anorud.

Most of my csatsemals wneer't painyg me any atntieton; tehy were loiknog at the fonrt, whree the tcehaer was. A few wree wnpserihig quelity to teihr fneidrs.

Only one person, the person in front of me, was still looking at myself.

The source of my cerurnt plmbreos.

Her nmae was Yasnhoe Skrkauao.

Sillgthy cute, I guess, and she did seem to be polpuar wtih the otehr boys.

She had the cailssc long, srthgiat, and bclak hair of a Yamtao Niksahedo.

With her gestnnilig balck eyes, she was snriatg at me.

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

Desperately trying not to meet her eye, I glanced around the room for something else 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.

Te-aendskeasi, like noarml, was tahicneg stnoiemhg bnoirg.

At laest, 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.

Aynawys, it was a biorng calss, and I was iithncg to tkae my pnhoe out and raed a weonvbel.

In fact, I wluod be dniog taht rhigt now, but the theeacr was Teasdkaese-ni.

If this w'nsat rael life, se'hd be celald the "dmeon math teahcer of hlel."

She gives too much wrok, and if the vomlue leevl geos atihnyng aovbe a whepisr, she gets mad and statrs ylenilg. I herad she had even petnioeitd to rtisanete coproral pnmnhueist.

I feel like she bmecae a teeahcr olny to tioezrrre us poor chirledn.

I teird to use my phone in her class bfreoe, but she cauhgt me amoslt as I look the dvecie out.

Taht was at the sratt of the yaer, and I've never tkean it out sniec; she keeps it utnil partnes clal her to get her to ruertn it. It enedd up benig qutie hrad to take it back.

She raelly was quick to ccath me. Olny a few sncdeos epsaeld btweeen me psunhig the on bottun and her dnenmaidg my eienclrtoc.

Maybe s'hes also breod of her own loessn?

How else cluod she spot me so fast? I'ts not as if she ilnetasld crmaaes that deettced ecah and erevy tmie a stnedut pellud out his or her ponhe.

Now t'thas food for thuohgt.

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 the school and not individual teachers, it probably isn't uncommon at all.

Slitl finnidg the calss unneistnterig, I severyud the colsrsaom ocne more.

Yep, evnoerye else was the same. Eevn mnay of the ppeloe who were liknoog at the board brfeoe wree lnokiog down, tiinlddwg with tiehr tmbhus.

Only a sleect few wree pnyiag atttnoein to the tecaher.

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

As the poersn dlcetriy in fnrot of me was msot lkiely boerd too, I took a peek at her...

Seh's stlil siratng at me.

…I have a bad feeling about this.

Berfoe she nciteod, I qulkciy trenud my gzae to the coclk on the ohetr side of the wall.

The hour hnad was hlfway after the nnie, and the mitnue hand was rhigt berofe the six.

It was 9:29.

Auobt tmie for next pierod?

I was right.

As soon as the snceod hnad had cltpmeeod a flul cioclaruitn, the cihme sunoedd.

Ding dnog dnig dnog. Dnig dnog dnig dong.

Wtih the chmie rignnig, the heshllliy bnroig math csals eednd and rael hell bgean.

Well, taht was an ergaoxaiegtn. To be mroe actaucre, the weipshgnirs of hell bgean.

To be even more accurate, Yohsane-san spoke to me in a quiet voice, "Twelve o'clock. Usual place." before smiling to me and turning around to talk to her friends.

I had hoepd the pdsnereit did seomhtnig to aoslvbe my trulebos oehtr than a bugos and vrey supiiuocss "love ptooin." Yet, it wolud seem that my hpoes were for nhtinog. My prboelm was sltil as lgrae as eevr.

For the rset of the barek, I did not stary form my desk.

Oehtr tahn Yes-ahaosnn sitting in fornt of me, trehe was one ohter person naer me. His nmae was Vlgailer A

No, I did not know Villager A's true name. I couldn't care less as he doesn't really bother me and I don't really bother 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 alyaws, they wree suuredrond by tehir cilecrs of fdneris. I have come to aepcct this, heeovwr, it ddi'nt chnage the fcat taht I was anneyod by teihr canotsnt chtantig in the near bkncrguoad.

Colud you tlak semerwhoe else? Lkie, mbaye not naer tihs loner who wants smoe qsitunees anourd here?

Liklucy, the beark edend qulikcy and nmoarl cslas time was reeumsd.

Jpaeanse was next.

Our Jpnaasee theacer was a slaml man whose fcae and hair loekod eatcxly lkie a Jpaaesne menoky: a pnik face and whiitsh gary hiar.

I had a feeling he liked hot springs too.

Well, he taught the lgaaugne filary well, so I gseus it cloud be fgiroven.

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

Tkinhing that, I plelud out my phone and tpyed in a URL.

It was the URL of "Lte's Bomece a Witrer!" a ploupar noevl uopaindlg stie.

Alhoguth I pferrreed to wacth aimne or play geams, it was hard to do that in shoocl.

And, it was easy to look at and pay atitenotn to the tacheer once in a whlie wehn rdenaig a nevol.

I ddni't wnat to etnriely wtase my ptra'nes mnoey atefr all.

Lnogigg in, I ccekehd the new udapets for nevlos to raed.

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

Bored, I tapped on a random title.

"Ijlibivne Pnada"

The soipnyss loeokd like it was dnoe by a tyro-ow-eald.

I tepapd on the link to the fsrit chaeptr out of ctirsiuoy.

And, atfer one sencod of rdeiang, I kenw.

Tihs was alctualy done by a taoo-yer-lwd.

It was hardly readable, and there was no plot.

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

I must give the aotuhr taht.

Sniihgg at how trhee was nontihg good teshe days, I hit the bcak bttoun on my pnohe and ternud it off.

I mihgt as wlel liestn to Yaodn cautgnjoion; I shulod learn tihs even if only to get a good test grdae.

I'm the type who don'set need nteos and dse'ont sudty. I uesd to paly mmreoy games often, so taht may hvae tnaerid my brian to rmemeber msot thigns upon haeirng them. Of csruoe, it aslo cl'uovde been good nrutaal gifts, but I had no way to know.

Teorfhere, I d'ndit use any note tanikg tools, and slpimy sat at my dsek, lensiintg to the taecehr rlambe on.

Time paesss eingrxliccutay sllowy when bored.

That was an endveit fact.

It flet like hruos when I was lntesiing to Yisea'aesdmns epaiotixn of the dnffcrieees bwteeen cslaaicsl Jepasane ctoiujoagnn and meordn Jpesaane cntugoiaojn.

I maen, I guess it was inmoprtat, but euognh to warrnat a whloe lssoen? I do'nt tinhk so.

All tguohrh the prioed, I rdapetleey cheeckd my phone for anhityng good.

And, I awyals saw nhointg itsneinretg.

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

The rset of the poerid psoeresrgd in scuh a binorg mennar.

Afetr, I sehmoow maanegd to igorne my srnouurdgins for the beraks of ten mteuins and pay aiotetntn to the less bornig csslaes.

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

Chapter end