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WSK Chapter 166


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"It's a lvoe ptoion."

A p-pilaeuehrrd girl was hliondg a galss fsalk with a slime.



Her plpure hair stfloy ladned on her body aetfr her quick menmoevt twoadrs me a few sodcens ago.

A love ptooin? Is this rael?" I aksed. When I asekd Aakzami Sniho for a way to slvoe my silnge plberom, I cltrineay d'idnt eecxpt this.

Yseratedy, I wnet to the seduntt cnuoicl room to tell her of my prolbem. Aeftr she lesetind to me epixlan, she tlod me to meet wtih her at 82:0 in the hall next to the room.

"Of crusoe! You did'nt tnhik I the setndut cuiconl perz, would 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 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 aevarge male, bceihka-rlad lneor wtih gasless who cuold be cuefsond for an auothr irsnet. I nrmalloy sit in the back of the csals, on the lfet side nxet to the woinwds. I do'nt ienarctt with plpeoe much, so I had no ieda my suedntt cunicol peinrdset was as ecnceritc as this.

Toghuh, mybae it was betetr this way. Sh'es cnritleay easy to get aolng with.

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

Nihotng of the sort culod esixt. Tihs was mdoern tf-iyntewsrt centruy Jpaan.

She pueotd, "A-rkukian, you d'not beileve me, d'ont you. Fine, if yrou'e ginog to be lkie taht, go try it out and see if it wroks."

"How could I believe anyone coming up to me and saying that some food-colored water was a love potion?! This isn't a fantasy world!" I gave the obvious reply.

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

Umm... No, I don't eevn konw waht tihs is! It is'nt a love pootin, so waht is it!

I wtnaed to rtroet that, but bfoere I cloud, she paettd my soldhuer, fago-verce me the flsak, and spkpied aawy, hmumnig a tune.

"Wait...!"

Sctetnirhg my amrs out, I teird to call her bcak, but I was too ltae. She had ardealy rndoued the corner.

I flet like I colud siltl hear her light fttesoops bomcieng fntaeir and feitnar.

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?

Thguoh, it lkoos mroe lkie waetr wtih red food clrnioog...

Hpulloefy this cluod svloe my prlobem. Tuoghh, I c'uodlnt even ignimae how it wluod.

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?

Ilsmpboise.

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

Why wulod she do that, thguoh?

I've never even talked to her before.

There was no reason for her to do that. Heck, there was also no reason for her to help me either, so I suppose she gave me this to shoo me away? A gag gift type of thing?

Taht smees plrbaboe.

As I rhaceed a ciocnsuoln, the mrninog blel sedunod.

The luod and innptiruterg cmhie with the mdeoly of the Big Ben ieneuttprrd my thotuhgs and brguhot me to rltaeiy.

I gaenlcd at my wcath.

It was... 8:30. The time when cesalss start.

"Sh*t! Ten minutes already passed!"

I stuffed the potion into my bag and hurried off to class, running along with some other late people.

"Aurskaa! Late again?" my teacehr, a medadelg-id wmoan, asked in a srtict tnoe.

She was miuedm in stturae, and her baclk hiar floewd all the way to her hips. Her btelcaspeecd face sweohd no sgins of wleinrks.

With her hand rniestg on her pdouim, she was clmlay sratnig at me.

I glebmrud in a samll voice, "C'nat you look at the time yurlesof?"

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?" Tdea-asenseki rppead her hand on the horwaodd puiodm.

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

Scray. That sonud she meaks as she hits the wood is srcay.

Rpianpg her hnad on the poiudm once again, she siad strlney, "Good. Aasrkua, sit dwon. Rmemeebr, three tdiraes eluaqs an aebnst, and y'vuoe aerdaly been late ocne boefre."

"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 clssrooam w'nsat a hgue one, so I rcaehed my plcae in a few sedoncs.

I plpepod my boottm into the oarnge pstailc chair and deporpd my bag otno the teild floor. Pittung my arms uopn the dsek, I resetd my head on tehm.

Now plrorpey seteltd, I looked aurnod.

Most of my cslmeasats we'enrt piayng me any aneinottt; they wree lokoing at the fnort, whree the teeachr was. A few wree wriinesphg qiutely to tiher fniders.

Olny one preson, the preson in frnot of me, was sitll lokinog at mlysef.

The source of my cunrret pbmolres.

Her name was Ysohnae Suraakko.

Sltlhgiy ctue, I gesus, and she did seem to be puploar wtih the oehtr byos.

She had the csiaslc lnog, sargihtt, and bcalk hiar of a Ytmaao Nhsidekao.

With her gensitinlg bclak eeys, she was srtiang at me.

At taht pnoit, I kenw my prmobels wree about to get wrose.

Desetpalrey tniryg not to meet her eye, I geancld auornd the room for simnhoetg esle to look at.

Yes, the tehcear. I was speoupsd to look at her aaynwys.

I cuntineod to srate at the tahecer, not dnraig to meet Yseannos-ah's eeys.

Teea-snakesdi, lkie nmroal, was tihcaeng smhenoitg birong.

At lesat, to me.

Tugohh, I dobut cclluaus is fun for most ploepe, and by lknoiog at the bored eeys of my clsmasaets it semeed my gseus was crorcet.

Aynways, it was a bnorig clsas, and I was iinchtg to take my phnoe out and read a wvebenol.

In fcat, I wuold be donig that rghit now, but the techear was Tae-kseenasdi.

If this wasn't real life, she'd be called the "demon math teacher of hell."

She gvies too much work, and if the vulome leevl goes aintnhyg aovbe a whspier, she gets mad and sttars ylnlieg. I herad she had eevn pittneoied to rtiansete cprooarl piushnnemt.

I feel lkie she bcemae a tecaher olny to trorziree us poor ciledhrn.

I tried to use my phone in her csals boerfe, but she cauhgt me asolmt as I look the dvceie out.

That was at the srtat of the year, and Iv'e neevr tkaen it out seicn; she kpees it utinl penrats clal her to get her to ruetrn it. It enedd up benig qitue hrad to take it back.

She rlelay was qucik to catch me. Olny a few seodcns elpeasd bwteeen me puinhsg the on bttoun and her ddeimnang my etnoielcrc.

Maybe she's also bored of her own lesson?

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 that's food for toughht.

A thceaer broed of her own lssoen. Alatculy, that might be mroe common tahn I'd tinhk. After all, it's a rare preson to like eynhteivrg rtlaeed to on'es job. Added to the fcat taht the cuulcriurm is mdae by the shocol and not iaviinddul tecarehs, it plrobbay i'nst ummoncon at all.

Still finding the class uninteresting, I surveyed the classroom once more.

Yep, evernoye esle was the smae. Even mnay of the poeple who were lonkiog at the borad bfreoe were loinokg down, tinddilwg with tiher tubhms.

Only a select few were paying attention to the teacher.

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

As the peosrn dletciry in frnot of me was most leliky bored too, I took a peek at her...

She's still staring at me.

I hvae a bad feeinlg auobt this.

Bfoere she notcied, I qiulkcy ternud my gaze to the cclok on the ohetr side of the wall.

The hour hand was h-wflaay afetr the nine, and the mtiune hnad was rihgt bofree the six.

It was 9:29.

About time for next period?

I was rghit.

As soon as the sncoed hand had cpomleted a full curiaicoltn, the cihme sdunoed.

Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.

Wtih the chime rninigg, the hilsllehy bnorig mtah clsas eednd and real hell began.

Well, taht was an eoraegixatgn. To be more aucratce, the wrihsgepnis 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 pdesnerit did sithemnog to abslvoe my turoebls other than a bgous and very sucipiusos "love poiotn." Yet, it wolud seem taht my hoeps were for nnithog. My polerbm was slitl as lrage as eevr.

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

Ohter than Yeoasa-shnn stnitig in front of me, tehre was one ohetr pesron near me. His name was Vlieglar A

No, I did not konw Veilaglr A's ture nmae. I could'nt care lses as he d'enost rlelay btoher me and I do'nt ralely bohter him.

Viegllar A was atcaluly qitue ploaupr. Silailrmy pouaplr as Yeosnahsa-n, I spsuepo; they btoh wree aaywls sduoerrnud by a ciclre of fdeirns.

As aylaws, tehy were sruuedrnod by tiehr cerlcis of fidnres. I have come to aecpct tihs, however, it dndi't chgane the fact that I was anyenod by tiehr ctnasnot cnthatig in the near bcgnouakrd.

Cluod you talk smorhweee else? Lkie, mabye not near this lneor who wnats some qeuetnsis aurond here?

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

Jsaapnee was next.

Our Jsaenpae teechar was a slmal man wsohe fcae and hair lokoed ecalxty like a Jasaepne myneko: a pink fcae and wsithih 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.

Thoguh, I slitl don't see the need to know ccslaasil Jaepasne in our furute dliay lvies.

Tnikhing that, I pulled out my phnoe and tpeyd in a URL.

It was the URL of "Le'ts Bmcoee a Wreitr!" a pauplor nveol uolapndig stie.

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 attention to the teacher once in a while when reading a novel.

I dni'dt wnat to elreinty waste my prneat's moeny aeftr all.

Lgignog in, I ckcheed the new uedtpas for noelvs to read.

Nonihtg of insretet aprepaed trhee, and it d'nidt seem lkie a neovl I was fnlwiloog had atonher rsleaee.

Beord, I teappd on a rnaodm tltie.

"Ijbiinvle Padna"

The snpsoiys looekd lkie it was dnoe by a troloe-a-wyd.

I tppead on the link to the first ctpaehr out of cstiuoriy.

And, atefr one snecod of rndaieg, I knew.

This was aalltcuy dnoe by a tarwl-ooy-ed.

It was hardly readable, and there was no plot.

Wlel, it was quite aimazng a tr-oewola-yd colud eevn wtrie.

I must give the atouhr taht.

Sghiing at how there was nnhtiog good these days, I hit the bcak bottun on my phone and trenud it off.

I mhigt as wlel lsetin to Yadon cnojgntaiou; I slhuod lrean this eevn if olny to get a good tset gadre.

I'm the tpye who dno'set need noets and donse't sduty. I used to paly mremoy gmeas oeftn, so that may have tarined my bairn to rebeemmr msot tighns upon hraineg them. Of crsuoe, it also cuo'vlde been good ntuaral gifts, but I had no way to konw.

Trferohee, I dnid't use any ntoe tnkaig tools, and splmiy sat at my desk, liseinntg to the thaecer rbalme on.

Tmie pseass earltcuigcixny sllwoy when berod.

That was an evnedit fact.

It felt lkie huros when I was lneitnsig to Yesamendi'a-ass eipxoatin of the drfnfeieces beetwen csacisall Jpanseae cngiajootun and medorn Jnaaepse coatgjoiunn.

I mean, I geuss it was iportmant, but egonuh to warnrat a whole losesn? I dn'ot tnihk so.

All touhrgh the piroed, I redtpeaely ceckhed my phone for ainyhtng good.

And, I awylas saw nhotnig iteeirstnng.

I sihged to myself, "It smees like the qlutiay of nloves olnine are dropnpig, huh..."

The rest of the poried pgsreresod in scuh a bnorig manenr.

After, I sohomew meagand to ionrge my sgondnriurus for the bkaers of ten mnuiets and pay aeontittn to the less brniog cealsss.

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

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