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“What the hell am I supposed to do…”
I was lying on my bed, clutching my head.
Summer break was nearing its end, and I’d planned to buckle down for a final push, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.
I tried counting the days left in summer break, but no matter how I calculated it, my summer homework didn’t seem like it would ever get done.
“It’s over…”
This “over” doesn’t mean the homework is done—it means my summer vacation plans are over.
Thud!
I buried my face in the pillow. I couldn’t lift my head. If I did, I’d have to face reality.
Why don’t I ever think ahead?! Seriously, I’ll never grow up!
“I’m gonna get yelled at again…”
“Again” refers to when I went to get scolded myself during the class president’s lost incident, and I got quite a scolding then.
“Teacher! Please scold me!”
I arrived at the teacher’s desk before the class president and made that request.
“Wh-what’s wrong all of a sudden?”
The teacher looked utterly flustered. No wonder—a kid begging to be scolded? Probably never happened in her entire teaching career.
“Those eyes… you’re serious.”
I steeled myself and nodded slowly.
“Sorry. I got lost.”
The class president arrived a bit later, panting.
I couldn’t let her take the blame alone. We were accomplices, after all.
“Hmm. Next time, make sure you stick with someone.”
“Yes. …Huh? That’s it?”
Huh? That’s it? What the hell~ If that’s the case, just say so~. I jumped the gun, didn’t I?
Ugh, so embarrassing. I actually asked the teacher to scold me.
“Ah, now I’ll have to give this guy a proper scolding.”
“…Huh!?”
Huh? Huh!? What!? The class president gets off scot-free and I get scolded?
“Wait! Getting lost and being late was my fault! So if anyone deserves scolding, it’s me!”
The class president argues against the teacher’s decision to scold me.
Class president, please! Protect me!
I rub my hands together so hard in my mind, it feels like they’re on fire. Even though it’s just in my mind, it feels like I’m getting burned.
“I’m not angry about getting lost.”
“Then—”
“This kid came here seeking a scolding with his own burning passion. So I intend to scold him about his attitude toward school life.”
Huh? Huh… Is that even allowed?
“I-is that so?”
“Yeah. I’ve had plenty to say about this kid all along. Never thought he’d come willingly, though.”
She’d had plenty to say all along… I had no idea… The teacher had been holding back…
“Sasaki, you can go now.”
“Then I’ll go too.”
“You don’t need to go.”
I tried to slip away with the class president in the confusion, but I got caught easily. She’s got me by the scruff of my neck—am I a cat or something?
“I’m going to scold you thoroughly all day today.”
Huh? All day? It’s not even noon yet.
“W-what about the game? Will you be able to manage and give instructions?”
“Ah, the students practice thinking about the game all the time. They’ll be fine without me.”
That’s a super ideal team. A team where the students think and act on their own? That’s a super capable team.
“Hmm.”
“Yes?”
The teacher tilts her chin sharply, giving me some kind of instruction.
Wait, I’m not on the basketball team, so you have to actually say it out loud for me to understand, okay?
“Here.”
“Wh-what is it?”
“Sit seiza.”
“Se-seiza? Do you like stars, Sensei?”
“I mean the sitting position, seiza.”
“…Yes.”
I gave in to the teacher’s pressure and obediently sat in seiza.
From there, hellish time dragged on.
I got yelled at so hard. Getting yelled at itself might be a bit weird, but the reasons I got yelled at were all things I deserved, so I properly reflected on them.
Still, can kindness backfire this badly?
All I did was try to look cool a little, and this is what happens. Why does this keep happening to me even after reincarnating? There’s no other way to put it—I must have been born under those stars.
And honestly, how could the teacher keep yelling for so long? It wasn’t sadness from being yelled at—it was pure amazement.
So yeah, that’s what happened with the class president getting lost.
That’s why I absolutely can’t get yelled at anymore! If I get yelled at any more, I’ll exceed my capacity for taking it. If I exceed it, I’ll explode and who knows what I’ll do.
That’s why I absolutely, no matter what, have to finish this homework!
“But… how am I supposed to do it…”
Just thinking about what happens after summer break makes me shake so hard I can’t sleep.
“I have no choice but to ask someone for help.”
So… who should I ask? Who can I turn to…?
“Thanks! You’re the only one I can count on! Partner!”
I decided to rely on Saotome. That’s why I’m at her place right now.
“Whatl? You’re asking for help because you can’t finish your homework? Are you in elementary school or something?”
“Nah, nah. I couldn’t do it back in middle school either.”
Ah, this was my homework situation before my reincarnation.
“Oh yeah, you always came to me for help back in middle school too.”
Miraculously, we connected. Phew—Mizuno barely made it into the homework world too.
“So, what’s up?”
I started doing my homework, but I’m getting bored, so I talk to Saotome.
“What is it?”
“Summer vacation. Did you go on a date with someone?”
Here, I tried to find out how much Saotome had been hanging out with the heroines. It wouldn’t be strange if he’d gone on a date or two with them.
“Who would you even go with? You don’t have anyone to go with, do you?”
What’s he embarrassed about?
“Hey, hey, no secrets, right? I know, you know?”
“…?”
I tried to bait him, but Saotome didn’t even flinch.
Huh? Maybe he really didn’t go? In the original story, he did go though.
“I know you met outside of summer camp, you know?”
I tried baiting him again.
“You know? But that wasn’t a date or anything.”
Huh? What the hell? You were totally on a date. Don’t scare me like that.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“No, I’m serious.”
I don’t care about Saotome’s tsundere stuff, but this time I’m relieved. You’re actually doing what you’re supposed to do. Phew, that’s a relief.
“Changing the subject…”
“Don’t change it.”
Now that I know you were actually on a date, that topic’s fine.
“What about the sports festival?”
“What do you mean, what about it?”
“Our sports festival has that MVP system, right?”
“Yeah, it does.”
That’s right. Our high school sports festival has an MVP system. The person who stands out the most that year gets the MVP title.
But nobody really cares about the title. The MVP just gets a keychain.
Legend has it that this keychain brings success in academics, friendship, and romance. It’s the kind of thing you’d expect from a typical gal game.
The main use for it is to give it to someone you like as a confession. Actually, that’s pretty much the only use for it.
You can study hard for academics, and I heard someone once gave it to someone saying, “We’ll always be friends.” Well, once is basically zero times, so it’s like it doesn’t exist.
In each route, you give it to the heroine, but in the harem route, just having it makes everyone want it, so Saotome becomes more proactive.
So having it or not makes a big difference in difficulty.
“Of course you’re going for MVP, right?”
I ask Saotome assuming he’s going for MVP.
“I’m not.”
“Huh?”
No way? Tsundere mode activated again?
“Why not?”
“I don’t need it.”
Alright, here we go~. The one who does things different from the original story to mess with me~.
But, the old me would’ve panicked, but I’ve grown.
“Got it. So then, I can have it, right?”
I asked Saotome with a smirk.
That’s why I started running from the moment this summer vacation began.
“Huh? You have someone you want to give it to?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh~”
Saotome stared at me, grinning. Cut the parental gaze, man. Am I in middle school or something? Well, kinda, I guess.
“By the way, if you had one, is there someone you’d want to give it to?”
I asked Saotome that.
“…Yeah, there is.”
“I see.”
Harem routes are just for games, after all. In the end, you have to choose one person. I’ll save the fun of seeing who this world’s Saotome chooses for later.
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