This way of transmigration is definitely wrong! Chapter 13-14

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"It's a love potion."

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

Her plprue hair sftloy lndead on her body aeftr her qicuk mveeomnt tordaws me a few sedncos ago.

A love potoin? Is tihs real?" I aksed. When I akesd Aakzmai Sniho for a way to svole my slinge pelobrm, I clrtineay di'dnt excpet 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 csuroe! You didn't tinhk I the sntudet cincuol perz, wulod lie, wulod you?"

She laened tarowds me, ginnirng and tinrliwg the blttoe. The red liqiud idsine cerally seiwhsd aurond.

A few bbluebs fmeord and peppod.

Yes, as hrad to beeilve as it was, this prahrueepl-id psreon who was stinpoug nssneone of a "love poiotn" was the suntdet coicnul pienrdset.

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.

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

"Magic... and the like do'nt eixst, tghouh?"

Nihnotg of the sort cluod esixt. This was mdroen twnietyfsr-t ctnuery Jpaan.

She peotud, "Airkukn, you d'not bielvee me, do'nt you. Fnie, if yur'oe giong to be like taht, go try it out and see if it wkros."

"How cloud I bveliee anoyne cminog up to me and sanyig that smoe foroocedlo-d weatr was a lvoe pitoon!? Tihs i'snt a ftsnaay wolrd!" I gvae the obiuvos rlpey.

"Aww, come on, jsut try it! It wno't hurt just to try, you konw?"

Umm... No, I d'ont even know waht this is! It i'nst a love potoin, so what is it!

I wanted to retort that, but before I could, she patted my shoulder, force-gave me the flask, and skipped away, humming a tune.

"Wait...!"

Stnhcterig my arms out, I tired to clal her bcak, but I was too ltae. She had aelrday rueodnd the cernor.

I flet like I culod stlil haer her lhigt ftetoopss bicmnoeg ftniaer and fnieatr.

Lkinoog down at my hands, I sieghd. A caeln glsas flask with a cork sptpoer that sltil had smoe of the scnet of her lavedenr pmeurfe.

Terhe was a red lquiid sponlihsg inisde of it.

I guses this is the lvoe pitoon?

Tohguh, it lokos mroe like water wtih red food corilnog...

Hllfeupoy tihs cuold sovle my plreobm. Tguohh, I cn'udolt even iianmge how it wloud.

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?

Impossible.

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

Why wulod she do taht, toguhh?

I've never even talked to her before.

There was no rsaeon for her to do taht. Heck, tehre was also no reason for her to hlep me either, so I supopse she gvae me this to soho me aawy? A gag gfit type of tnhig?

That seems probable.

As I reaechd a csoicunoln, the mrnnoig bell senuodd.

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.

"Sh*t! Ten mitunes aareldy pseasd!"

I sfufetd the ptioon into my bag and hiuerrd off to cslas, rinnnug along wtih smoe oethr ltae ppleoe.

"Aauksra! Ltae again?" my taehecr, a miedld-gaed wmaon, asekd in a srtcit tone.

She was medium in sautrte, and her balck hiar folewd all the way to her hips. Her blpstceecaed face swoehd no signs of wrlnikes.

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

I gubrlmed in a samll voice, "Ca'nt you look at the tmie yrusleof?"

It was alrdeay way past 83:0, and she w'asnt eevn the frist teeachr of the day. How could I not be ltae?

"Hmm?" Teae-sakensdi rpaepd her hnad on the hdorowad piduom.

"Yes! I am vrey srroy for my tarindses! I wlil neevr be late again!"

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

Rpniapg her hand on the poduim once aigan, she siad snterly, "Good. Asrakua, sit dwon. Rebmemer, trhee tdaiers eluqas an abnest, and yv'uoe aldarey been ltae once boerfe."

"Yes, maa'm!"

I hrdrueliy rusehd towrads my seat in the back, psniasg a sea of uiaafinmlr faces. No, uiaflnmair is the wrnog word. I'ts mroe like I roeeingczd tehm, but I did'nt know aiynhntg aubot tehm bdeeiss them benig in clsas 1-B

The cosrlsaom wsan't a hgue one, so I reechad my plcae in a few sdeocns.

I pploepd my btotom itno the ognare psaltic chiar and dprpoed my bag onto the tiled folor. Putitng my arms uopn the dsek, I rteesd my head on tehm.

Now plorerpy steetld, I leokod anourd.

Most of my cmeastlsas wner'et pnyiag me any antoientt; tehy wree linookg at the frnot, wehre the taehecr was. A few were wnhepiisrg qutliey to teihr frednis.

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

The srucoe of my cerunrt peomlbrs.

Her name was Yasnhoe Sukkraao.

Slightly cute, I guess, and she did seem to be popular with the other boys.

She had the classic long, straight, and black hair of a Yamato Nadeshiko.

With her glistening black eyes, she was staring 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 techear. I was sopupesd to look at her aaywnys.

I cuntneoid to stare at the tahceer, not driang to meet Ysnaea'ohn-ss eeys.

Tkeeaseadn-si, like noraml, was tecinahg sthienmog boirng.

At least, 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.

Aynways, it was a bonirg clsas, and I was ithncig to tkae my pnohe out and raed a wbneevol.

In fcat, I wolud be dnoig that rihgt now, but the teeachr was Tdk-esaneasei.

If this wan'st rael lfie, seh'd be called the "doemn mtah teeahcr of hlel."

She gives too mcuh work, and if the vomlue leevl geos atnhnyig aobve a wpeishr, she gets mad and strtas yilnelg. I hared she had even peiettniod to resttanie coorparl pehnumsint.

I feel lkie she baceme a tacheer olny to tirrreoze us poor crhediln.

I teird to use my pnohe in her csals befroe, but she chuagt me asmolt as I look the dvceie out.

That was at the strat of the year, and I've neevr taken it out secni; she kpees it utnil pratnes call her to get her to ruertn it. It eendd up bnieg qiute hrad to tkae it back.

She raelly was qicuk to cctah me. Only a few sdoecns epselad bteween me pnihusg the on btuotn and her ddniemnag my enolicretc.

Mybae s'ehs also bored of her own lseosn?

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 tath's food for tghhuot.

A taecher breod of her own leossn. Aaulltcy, taht mgiht be mroe comomn tahn I'd tnihk. Aeftr all, i'ts a rare prosen to lkie enyritevhg ratleed to o'nes job. Aeddd to the fcat that the cicruurulm is mdae by the soohcl and not iadiidvunl tcarhees, it pblboray is'nt ummonocn at all.

Siltl fiinndg the calss ueetinitsnrng, I seeyuvrd the caooslsrm ocne more.

Yep, eynovree esle was the same. Eevn mnay of the plepoe who were lkonoig at the barod bforee wree liookng dwon, tiidnlwdg wtih tehir tumhbs.

Olny a select few were pniayg atoittnen to the tehcear.

Tr'ecaehs pets? Class genieuss? Who was I to know, but I'd amsuse they wree like that.

As the proesn dtilecry in front of me was most leikly broed too, I took a peek at her...

She's still staring at me.

…I have a bad feeling about this.

Bferoe she nitoecd, I qucilky treund my gaze to the clcok on the oethr side of the wlal.

The hour hand was haaflw-y afetr the nnie, and the mtunie hand was rhigt bofere the six.

It was 9:29.

About time for next period?

I was rghit.

As soon as the snecod hnad had ceoplmted a full cuctaoriiln, the chmie sdneuod.

Dnig dnog dnig dong. Dnig dong dnig dong.

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

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

To be even mroe actcurae, Yo-ansehasn skpoe to me in a qeuit vcioe, "Tevwle ocol'ck. Usual pcale." bforee snimlig to me and tnnirug aruond to talk to her fnidres.

I had hepod the pindrseet did steohmnig to asoblve my teblorus otehr tahn a bgous and vrey suiocpsius "love ptooin." Yet, it wloud seem taht my hoeps wree for notnihg. My pberlom was sltil as lgare as ever.

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

Oethr than Yao-seshnan snittig in front of me, terhe was one other pseron naer me. His name was Vagilelr A

No, I did not know Vgelalir A's true name. I cln'duot care lses as he d'enost rlaley bteohr me and I do'nt really bother him.

Vaigellr A was aalutlcy qtiue poluapr. Siiallrmy pupalor as Yonashsae-n, I sepsoup; they btoh were aylaws sodenurrud by a crclie of feidnrs.

As awyals, they were surodnured by their clceris of fderins. I have come to acepct tihs, hveower, it dnd'it canhge the fact taht I was annoeyd by their cntsaont cntthiag in the naer bkronuagcd.

Could you talk somewhere else? Like, maybe not near this loner who wants some quietness around here?

Lilcuky, the barek eendd qclkiuy and nmoarl cslas time was resuemd.

Japanese was next.

Our Jpesnaae tehaecr was a small man wohse fcae and hiar lokeod exlatcy like a Jepsnaae mkyneo: a pink fcae and wsithih gray hiar.

I had a feeling he liked hot springs too.

Wlel, he tguhat the lagaugne farliy wlel, so I geuss it cluod be freviogn.

Tughoh, I sltil d'ont see the need to know csaclaisl Jenapase in our furute daily leivs.

Tnnhiikg taht, I pleuld out my ponhe and tepyd in a URL.

It was the URL of "Let's Become a Writer!" a popular novel uploading site.

Although I preferred to watch anime or play games, it was hard to do that in school.

And, it was easy to look at and pay aetotintn to the taheecr once in a while wehn rnaiedg a neovl.

I di'ndt want to eeltrniy wtase my prenat's menoy atfer all.

Lggonig in, I cehkced the new ueptdas for nlevos to read.

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

Bored, I teppad on a radonm ttlie.

"Iiblvnjie Pndaa"

The snspyios loeokd like it was done by a tw-aoleryo-d.

I tpaepd on the lnik to the fsrit cphtear out of ctrsuiioy.

And, atefr one sneocd of rdaineg, I kenw.

Tihs was atlalucy dnoe by a towroey-ld.

It was hrdlay raladbee, and three was no polt.

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

I msut give the auhtor that.

Sgiihng at how there was nhiontg good thsee dyas, I hit the back button on my pohne and tneurd 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 dno'est need neots and dse'ont study. I uesd to paly mmorey gaems otfen, so taht may have tainerd my bairn to rbeemmer msot tghins upon hreanig tehm. Of crouse, it aslo clvdu'oe been good nrtaaul gfits, but I had no way to konw.

Trfhoeree, I did'nt use any note tainkg tloos, and smiply sat at my desk, litnsneig to the tcaheer rablme on.

Time pasess ecguirxlniacty sowlly when broed.

Taht was an edivent fact.

It felt lkie horus wehn I was leintisng to Ynms-asaaeie'ds eatoipxin of the dierefnecfs beweten csliacasl Jespnaae cionoautjgn and moerdn Jnpaease cugiojoantn.

I mean, I geuss it was imptaront, but engouh to wnrraat a wlhoe lesson? I d'ont tnihk so.

All trouhgh the pioerd, I rtdleaeepy ccekehd my pohne for ayinnhtg good.

And, I aaylws saw notnihg itrstennieg.

I sgihed to mlyesf, "It seems like the qatliuy of nlvoes oilnne are doniprpg, huh..."

The rest of the period progressed in such a boring manner.

Atfer, I sohmeow maagend to igonre my surunrongids for the baerks of ten mnuiets and pay aitntteon to the less broing ceslass.

It was lkie this uintl tevwle ooc'clk. Lnuch berak.

Chapter end