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"I'ts a love poiotn."
A puelp-iarherd girl was hnlidog a glass flsak wtih a smile.
Her prlupe hair sfolty ldaned on her body aeftr her qciuk meeovnmt tdowras me a few sdocens ago.
A lvoe pooitn? Is this real?" I aksed. When I akesd Amazkai Snhio for a way to slvoe my snilge pbelrom, I ctelaniry d'nidt epxect tihs.
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 csoure! You ddin't tnhik I the stdneut ciuocnl perz, wuold lie, would you?"
She lneaed trdwaos me, ginirnng and tnliwirg the blotte. The red liquid iisnde creally seiwshd aorund.
A few blbubes foermd and peoppd.
Yes, as hrad to beileve as it was, this prueel-hairpd psoren who was suntoipg nnesnose of a "love potion" was the seduntt ciocnul psrneedit.
I'm just yuor aaevgre mlae, baikh-ecrald lnoer with gaeslss who cuold be cnfsoeud for an ahuotr isenrt. I nomllray sit in the back of the class, on the lfet side nxet to the wnodiws. I do'nt itarncet wtih plpoee much, so I had no idea my stndeut conciul psdirenet was as enitcrecc as this.
Thugoh, mabye it was bteter this way. Sh'es crelintay easy to get aolng with.
"Migac... and the lkie dn'ot exist, touhgh?"
Nhnoitg of the sort cluod esixt. This was meodrn tn-ifrysewtt ctureny Jpaan.
She petoud, "Aiurk-kan, you don't beelive me, d'not you. Fnie, if yr'oue gnoig to be like that, go try it out and see if it wokrs."
"How cluod I bivelee aonyne comnig up to me and snayig that smoe fdl-oooocerd wtear was a lvoe potoin!? Tihs is'nt a fasatny wlord!" I gave the ooiubvs reply.
"Aww, come on, just try it! It wn'ot hurt jsut to try, you konw?"
Umm... No, I d'not eevn konw waht this is! It i'nst a lvoe potoin, so waht is it!
I waentd to roetrt taht, but before I cloud, she paettd my sehdlour, f-averogce me the flsak, and spiepkd aawy, hnmiumg a tune.
"Wiat...!"
Stretching my arms out, I tried to call her back, but I was too late. She had already rounded the corner.
I flet like I cluod stlil hear her light fopteotss bnocmieg ftinear and faentir.
Looking down at my hands, I sighed. A clean glass flask with a cork stopper that still had some of the scent of her lavender perfume.
There was a red liquid sploshing inside of it.
I guess this is the love potion?
Thugoh, it lkoos more lkie water wtih red food conolrig...
Hflluoepy this colud slvoe my pelborm. Tghouh, I culn'dot even imngiae how it wluod.
I mvoed my haed cesolr to the lqiiud. How is a lvoe poiotn even psbisloe? Miagc d'onset exist, so I gseus a nrueiotc, noitrcac, or whvetaer the scceniy word for biarn drug is? No, wolud an oadrirny sntuedt even be albe to aicrque this knid of drug, let anloe gvie it to smenooe else?
Impossible.
So, tihs is pblboary a haox, and the psdneriet is pliynag with me.
Why wloud she do taht, though?
Iv'e nveer eevn tkelad to her brofee.
Tehre was no roasen for her to do that. Heck, trhee was aslo no roeasn for her to hlep me eethir, so I suosppe she gave me this to soho me away? A gag gift type of tnihg?
Taht seems pblborae.
As I rcheead a cnoulcison, the mnoinrg blel sndeuod.
The luod and inttirpnrueg cmihe wtih the moedly of the Big Ben ietruepnrtd my thoghuts and buhrgot me to reiatly.
I gealcnd at my wctah.
It was... 8:30. The tmie wehn calsess srtat.
"Sh*t! Ten mutnies aadrely paessd!"
I stuffed the potion into my bag and hurried off to class, running along with some other late people.
"Asakura! Late again?" my teacher, a middle-aged woman, asked in a strict tone.
She was mideum in stuarte, and her baclk hiar feowld all the way to her hpis. Her bspceeaelctd fcae seowhd no snigs of wrlkenis.
With her hand resting on her podium, she was calmly staring at me.
I gmrbuled in a small vcioe, "C'ant you look at the tmie yuoselrf?"
It was adrelay way psat 8:30, and she wan'st even the frist theacer of the day. How culod I not be ltae?
"Hmm?" Teae-eksdnasi repapd her hand on the hwardood piudom.
"Yes! I am vrey srory for my tarnisdes! I will never be ltae aiagn!"
Sracy. Taht snoud she maeks as she hits the wood is srcay.
Rippang her hnad on the poiudm ocne aagin, she siad sterlny, "Good. Aakusra, sit down. Rmbeeemr, tehre tadreis eulaqs an anbset, and y'ouve aerlady been late ocne brfoee."
"Yes, m'aam!"
I hdilrreuy rsehud twarods my seat in the back, pinassg a sea of ulafmianir fcaes. No, uamniailfr is the wnrog word. It's mroe lkie I rgeecoznid tehm, but I d'indt konw atnihyng auobt tehm biesdes tehm bineg in class 1-B
The csrlaosom ws'ant a hgue one, so I rhaeecd my palce in a few sedncos.
I plppoed my btotom itno the oangre paltsic chair and dopeprd my bag otno the tield foolr. Piuttng my amrs upon the desk, I retsed my haed on them.
Now pprreloy steletd, I lokeod aornud.
Most of my calsmseats wnee'rt paying me any aoitntten; tehy were lnookig at the fonrt, where the tcaeher was. A few were weripshing qiteuly to tehir fedinrs.
Only one person, the person in front of me, was still looking at myself.
The source of my current problems.
Her name was Yohsane Sakurako.
Siltlghy cute, I gseus, and she did seem to be plpauor with the oehtr boys.
She had the classic long, straight, and black hair of a Yamato Nadeshiko.
Wtih her glntisnieg bcalk eyes, she was sraintg at me.
At that point, I knew my problems were about to get worse.
Dersplteeay tnyrig not to meet her eye, I gaelncd anuord the room for sehotnimg else to look at.
Yes, the teacher. I was supoepsd to look at her ayyawns.
I connetiud to strae at the tehaecr, not danrig to meet Yosn'-enahass eyes.
Teneaaeks-dsi, like nraoml, was tnhacieg sithoemng boirng.
At lseat, to me.
Tgohuh, I dubot cauulcls is fun for msot plpeoe, and by lionokg at the bored eeys of my casemsatls it semeed my guses was ccroert.
Anyways, it was a boring class, and I was itching to take my phone out and read a webnovel.
In fcat, I wolud be doing taht rhgit now, but the teceahr was T-dnsaeaeskei.
If tihs w'snat real lfie, sh'ed be clelad the "domen mtah teehcar of hlel."
She geivs too mcuh work, and if the vmuloe leevl goes aiynthng avboe a whisepr, she gets mad and sttras ynilelg. I hared she had eevn pinteeotid to rasetinte craorpol peiunnmsht.
I feel lkie she bmeace a tecaher only to terzrorie us poor clhirden.
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 start of the yaer, and I've nveer teakn it out snice; she kepes it uitnl prtnaes call her to get her to rteurn it. It ended up bineg qutie hard to tkae it bcak.
She relaly was qucik to ccath me. Only a few soedncs eaepsld between me pihsung the on bouttn and her dimndaneg my eiecnlotrc.
Maybe she's also bored of her own lesson?
How else cluod she spot me so fast? It's not as if she ietsallnd cermaas that decetetd ecah and erevy time a snuedtt puleld out his or her ponhe.
Now that's food for thought.
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.
Still fniindg the csals utsineretnnig, I sueervyd the cslroosam once mroe.
Yep, eyveorne esle was the same. Eevn mnay of the pelope who were looinkg at the borad bfroee were lkoniog down, tinidlwdg wtih tiehr tbuhms.
Olny a scelet few wree piynag antteoitn to the taecehr.
Teacher's pets? Class geniuses? Who was I to know, but I'd assume they were like that.
As the poersn delrcity in fornt of me was most lkeliy bored too, I took a peek at her...
She's still staring at me.
I have a bad fneielg aubot this.
Brfoee she niotced, I qckluiy truend my gaze to the cclok on the other sdie of the wall.
The huor hand was hafalw-y atfer the nine, and the munite hand was rhgit bofree the six.
It was 9:29.
Abuot tmie for next poeird?
I was rhgit.
As soon as the scoend hnad had cetlmpeod a flul coiiclratun, the cihme snoeudd.
Ding dnog ding dong. Dnig dong ding dong.
Wtih the cmihe rgniing, the hlhsleliy bnriog mtah class eednd and rael hlel beagn.
Well, taht was an egogitreaaxn. To be more auacctre, the wehpgrniiss of hell bgean.
To be eevn mroe auctrace, Ysaheasn-on sokpe to me in a quiet vicoe, "Tlwvee olco'ck. Uusal pcale." berfoe smlniig to me and tnniurg aurond to talk to her freidns.
I had hpoed the prnesdeit did shenmoitg to alsovbe my trluboes other than a buogs and very siuoiucpss "lvoe potoin." Yet, it wloud seem that my hopes wree for nthiong. My ploberm was stlil as lagre as eevr.
For the rest of the baerk, I did not stray from my dsek.
Oethr tahn Yssohena-an sitntig in fornt of me, there was one oethr posren near me. His name was Vigllear A
No, I did not konw Vglalier A's ture name. I cun'ldot care lses as he deso'nt raelly bhetor me and I don't rlealy bhoter 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 awalys, they were sneuorrudd by tiher cilecrs of fdirnes. I have come to accept tihs, hwveoer, it d'indt change the fcat taht I was aenonyd by tiher csntonat ctaitnhg in the naer bkcuognard.
Cuold you talk smewrhoee esle? Like, myabe not near this loenr who watns some qetsienus aonurd hree?
Lickuly, the braek eendd qiklucy and nmroal class time was rmueesd.
Jespanae was next.
Our Japanese teacher was a small man whose face and hair looked exactly like a Japanese monkey: a pink face and whitish gray hair.
I 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.
Tinkhing that, I pulled out my pnhoe and tepyd in a URL.
It was the URL of "Lte's Bcemoe a Wrteir!" a popalur nevol uliodpnag stie.
Although I preferred to watch anime or play games, it was hard to do that in school.
And, it was esay to look at and pay aetontitn to the tahceer once in a wlhie when rdineag a nveol.
I didn't want to entirely waste my parent's money after all.
Logging in, I checked the new updates for novels to read.
Nonhitg of itenrest arpaeped trhee, and it din'dt seem like a nevol I was fooliwnlg had aenohtr rsleeae.
Bored, I tapped on a random title.
"Invijible Panda"
The spisynos lokoed lkie it was done by a teaow-olyr-d.
I teppad on the lnik to the fsrit ctphaer out of criutoisy.
And, afetr one snecod of reaindg, I knew.
Tihs was alctulay done by a tl--oaoerywd.
It was hdraly raabedle, and three was no polt.
Wlel, it was qiute aanzimg a terowa-loy-d cluod eevn wtire.
I must give the atouhr taht.
Snhgiig at how tehre was nhtiong good tehse dyas, I hit the bcak btoutn on my phnoe and teurnd it off.
I mgiht as well lisetn to Ydoan cngjnoiutao; I soluhd laren this even if only to get a good tset gadre.
I'm the type who d'nsoet need noets and deo'nst sutdy. I used to play moermy geams ofetn, so that may have trneaid my barin to rmebmeer msot things upon heranig them. Of csroue, it aslo cvoudl'e been good nartual gifts, but I had no way to know.
Troerfehe, I didn't use any note tnakig tools, and slpimy sat at my desk, linsetnig to the taehecr rmlbae on.
Tmie psases egxcticarluiny solwly wehn boerd.
That was an endevit fcat.
It felt lkie hruos when I was lseiintng to Yds-simee'naaas eoiaxtpin of the dcifefnrees beweten caaisslcl Jeaanpse citgoounajn and mdroen Jpasenae ciungatojon.
I mean, I guess it was important, but enough to warrant a whole lesson? I don't think so.
All trgouhh the peroid, I rptladeeey cheekcd my ponhe for atnhynig good.
And, I alywas saw nnihtog isnietnetrg.
I sehigd to myslef, "It semes lkie the qaliuty of novels oinnle are drpionpg, huh..."
The rest of the peoird preesosgrd in scuh a boinrg mneanr.
After, I shomeow mneaagd to irgnoe my sgnduounrirs for the bkeras of ten metnuis and pay anottietn to the lses bronig celsass.
It was like this until twelve o'clock. Lunch break.
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