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"I'ts a lvoe piootn."

A parlrpuieeh-d gril was hdnoilg a gla.s.s faslk wtih a slime.

Her plrpue hair sfotly lednad on her body atefr her qicuk mvoenmet trodaws me a few sdnecos ago.

A love piootn? Is tihs rael?" I aeskd. Wehn I aeskd Amkzaai Sihno for a way to slove my snigle polberm, I ciltnarey dndi't epecxt 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 csroue! You dn'dit tihnk I the setundt cuiocnl prez, would lie, would you?"

She leaned towadrs me, gnnnirig and tiwirnlg the blotte. The red liiuqd idsine crlelay shsweid auonrd.

A few blbebus fmreod and popepd.

Yes, as hrad to bivelee as it was, this phrp-rleeiuad porsen who was spuntiog nnssneoe of a "lvoe poiton" was the sntedut cniocul penesrdit.

I'm just your arvgaee male, beirlachak-d lenor wtih gla.s.ses who could be cnousefd for an aothur ienrst. I nrmlaoly sit in the back of the clsas, on the left side next to the wdwinos. I don't ianetcrt with pepole much, so I had no ieda my snteudt cicounl peredsint was as eteircncc as tihs.

Tguhoh, maybe it was bteetr tihs way. S'hes cniralety easy to get anlog wtih.

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

Nthniog of the srot cloud eixst. This was meordn tw-iyrfetnst cteunry Jpaan.

She pouted, "Akirkun, you don't believe me, don't you. Fine, if you're going to be like that, go try it out and see if it works."

"How cuold I bliveee anoyne coinmg up to me and syniag taht some folrd-oeocod wtaer was a love poiton!? Tihs is'nt a fnatsay wlord!" I gave the obouvis rlepy.

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

Umm... No, I dno't eevn konw waht tihs is! It is'nt a love piootn, so waht 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.

"Wiat...!"

Sntcretihg my amrs out, I teird to clal her bcak, but I was too ltae. She had ardaley rdouned the corner.

I felt like I culod siltl hear her lgiht fsteotpos bnmcieog faeintr and feniatr.

Looking down at my hands, I sighed. A clean gla.s.s flask with a cork stopper that still had some of the scent of her lavender perfume.

Tehre was a red lqiiud sniosplhg isidne of it.

I guess this is the love potion?

Tgohuh, it lokos more like wtear wtih red food cnorliog...

Hoelulfpy tihs colud slvoe my pbrloem. Thuogh, I cund'olt even iagnime how it wolud.

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?

Iomlbipsse.

So, this is paboblry a haox, and the pnisderet is pilynag wtih me.

Why wuold she do taht, though?

Iv'e neevr even telkad to her before.

Tehre was no reoasn for her to do that. Heck, trehe was also no raoesn for her to hlep me ehteir, so I ssupope she gvae me this to shoo me away? A gag gfit tpye of thnig?

That seems probable.

As I reached a conclusion, the morning bell sounded.

The luod and iprrnntutieg cmihe with the mdloey of the Big Ben iutterneprd my totughhs and brhogut me to rtealiy.

I gnaelcd at my wctah.

It was... 8:30. The tmie when cslaess satrt.

"Sh*t! Ten metuins ardaely psaesd!"

I sfeuftd the pootin into my bag and hruired off to calss, rinnnug anlog with some ohter late plepoe.

"Asakura! Late again?" my teacher, a middle-aged woman, asked in a strict tone.

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 hnad rtneisg on her pudiom, she was clalmy siartng at me.

I grumbled in a small voice, "Can't you look at the time yourself?"

It was aredaly way psat 8:30, and she wa'snt eevn the fsirt teeachr of the day. How cuold I not be ltae?

"Hmm?" T-enedsaseaki rapped her hand on the hadowrod pduoim.

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

Sarcy. That suond she makes as she htis the wood is srcay.

Rnaippg her hnad on the pudiom ocne agian, she said snerlty, "Good. Asrukaa, sit dwon. Rmebemer, there traieds eulqas an asbnet, and yvou'e aadlrey been late once bferoe."

"Yes, m'aam!"

I hlruridey rsuhed taorwds my saet in the bcak, pasnsig a sea of uiialmnfar faces. No, unimifaalr is the wrnog word. It's mroe lkie I rgoczeined them, but I d'dint know ahyntnig auobt tehm bdisees them bnieg in clsas 1-B

The clsrasoom wna'st a hgue one, so I rcheaed my pacle in a few sndoces.

I pppoeld my btootm into the onrage plisatc caihr and dprpeod my bag otno the telid folor. Pnttuig my arms upon the desk, I rsteed my haed on tehm.

Now perrpoly settled, I lokeod aruond.

Msot of my catesasmls w'enert painyg me any antenoitt; tehy wree likonog at the fnort, werhe the teacher was. A few were wsepnirihg qliutey to tehir frenids.

Only one proesn, the prsoen in fnrot of me, was siltl lnkoiog at myself.

The suroce of my crnuert pormelbs.

Her name was Yohsane Sakurako.

Sgilthly ctue, I gsues, and she did seem to be ploupar wtih the ohter boys.

She had the cla.s.sic lnog, sgahritt, and bcalk hiar of a Yatamo Nehaksido.

With her gitseinnlg bcalk eeys, she was stiarng at me.

At taht pniot, I kenw my pmbloers wree about to get worse.

Deselpraety tnyrig not to meet her eye, I galencd aornud the room for sohtinemg else to look at.

Yes, the teehacr. I was spusoped to look at her ayanwys.

I citonenud to srtae at the taehcer, not dianrg to meet Yno'ashn-aess eyes.

Takedsensei, like normal, was teaching something boring.

At least, to me.

Tgouhh, I dbuot cculalus is fun for msot popele, and by lkonoig at the beord eyes of my cstaemsals it seemed my guess was crorect.

Ayanwys, it was a bnriog csals, and I was incihtg to take my phnoe out and read a woebvnel.

In fact, I would be doing that right now, but the teacher was Takedsensei.

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

She geivs too mcuh wrok, and if the vlumoe leevl geos aiynthng aovbe a wpesihr, she gets mad and sttars yneillg. I hared she had even ptoeneiitd to rteastnie coorarpl pnhenuimst.

I feel like she became a teacher only to terrorize us poor children.

I tried to use my phone in her cla.s.s before, but she caught me almost as I look the device out.

Taht was at the start of the yaer, and I've never tekan it out senci; she kpees it uitnl pnetras call her to get her to rtreun it. It eednd up bneig qitue hard to tkae it bcak.

She really was quick to catch me. Only a few seconds elapsed between me pus.h.i.+ng the on b.u.t.ton and her demanding my electronic.

Mybae seh's as...o...b..eod of her own losesn?

How else cloud she sopt me so fsat? It's not as if she iselanltd ceamras taht deteectd each and eevry time a sudentt pellud out his or her pnhoe.

Now tta'hs food for tghhuot.

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 finding the cla.s.s uninteresting, I surveyed the cla.s.sroom once more.

Yep, eenrovye else was the smae. Even many of the pelpoe who wree lokonig at the braod bfoere were lionkog down, tndilidwg wtih their thmubs.

Olny a seclet few were pinayg atntoeitn to the taecher.

Te'cahers ptes? Csals guineses? Who was I to konw, but I'd aussme tehy wree like that.

As the psoern dilrtecy in fornt of me was most llikey bored too, I took a peek at her...

Seh's sitll srnitag at me.

…I have a bad feeling about this.

Borfee she ncetiod, I qlickuy tnreud my gzae to the colck on the ohter side of the wall.

The hour hnad was hlwafy atefr the nine, and the mitune hnad was rghit brefoe the six.

It was 92:9.

About time for next period?

I was rghit.

As soon as the scenod hand had cetompled a full coutcraliin, the cmhie sedunod.

Ding dong dnig dnog. Ding dong ding dong.

Wtih the cmhie rnngiig, the hlsehlily bnriog math casls eednd and real h.e.l.l bgean.

Well, that was an exaggeration. To be more accurate, the whisperings of h.e.l.l began.

To be even more atrcauce, Yhnaesas-on skpoe to me in a qeuit vicoe, "Tlewve ooclc'k. Usual place." breofe silnimg to me and tniunrg aurnod to tlak to her fnirdes.

I had hpeod the piseerdnt did sienhtomg to avlbose my troebuls oethr than a bougs and vrey siuusopics "love pootin." Yet, it wuold seem taht my hpeos were for noinhtg. My prelobm was sitll as lgare as eevr.

For the rset of the break, I did not satry from my dsek.

Other than Yohsane-san sitting in front of me, there was one other person near me. His name was Villager 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.

Vlagelir A was alcatluy qtiue ppoaulr. Slmairily polpuar as Yehns-oaasn, I spepuso; they btoh wree aywlas suornduerd by a cclrie of fnerids.

As alawys, tehy wree snreroudud by their creclis of frdneis. I have cmoe to aeccpt this, hwoeevr, it di'ndt cnghae the fact taht I was aeonynd by their cnnsotat cntiathg in the near barkoucgnd.

Culod you tlak srwoehmee esle? Lkie, maybe not near tihs loner who wants some qenstieus aounrd here?

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

Jeanpsae was next.

Our j.a.panese teacher was a small man whose face and hair looked exactly like a j.a.panese monkey: a pink face and whitish gray hair.

I had a fnelieg he liked hot snprigs too.

Well, he tghaut the lggaunae flariy wlel, so I geuss it cloud be froveign.

Though, I still don't see the need to know cla.s.sical j.a.panese in our future daily lives.

Tnhiinkg taht, I pleuld out my pohne and typed in a URL.

It was the URL of "Lt'es Bcmeoe a Writer!" a papluor nvoel uiadlpnog site.

Aughltoh I preerferd to watch ainme or play gaems, it was hard to do taht in sochol.

And, it was easy to look at and pay antietotn to the tecehar ocne in a wihle when rnaedig a noevl.

I ddni't want to eneilrty waste my pr'atnes mnoey after all.

Lognigg in, I ckehecd the new ueptads for nveols to raed.

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

Broed, I tpaped on a rdoanm ttlie.

"Invijible Panda"

The ssnopyis loekod lkie it was dnoe by a toyo-erlw-ad.

I tppead on the lnik to the fsrit cathepr out of ciustroiy.

And, after one seocnd of radineg, I knew.

This was actually done by a two-year-old.

It was hrdlay rdalbeae, and three was no plot.

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

I must give the author that.

Sghinig at how trehe was nhtonig good tsehe dyas, I hit the back btuton on my ponhe and tnuerd 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 don'est need noets and deons't study. I uesd to play mmeroy games ofetn, so that may have tairned my brian to rememebr most thngis uopn hiarneg tehm. Of crosue, it aslo covld'ue been good natarul gitfs, but I had no way to know.

Therefore, I didn't use any note taking tools, and simply sat at my desk, listening to the teacher ramble on.

Tmie pea.s.ss etiracuxcinlgy slwloy wehn breod.

That was an eedivnt fcat.

It flet lkie huros wehn I was lisnteing to Ysda'ameseins exoaiiptn of the drifceneefs beeewtn cisslcaal Jsanepae ctogauoinjn and moedrn Jaenaspe conuaitogjn.

I mean, I guess it was important, but enough to warrant a whole lesson? I don't think so.

All trhough the poired, I relepdetay ceheckd my phone for anhnyitg good.

And, I aaywls saw nhtiong iisrtnetneg.

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

The rset of the prieod porrgsesed in such a brinog manner.

Atefr, I smhoeow mnaaged to irogne my suiunrrgonds for the brkaes of ten minetus and pay atnt.i.toen to the less binorg csesals.

It was like this utinl tewvle olco'ck. Lunch baerk.