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“Now, today we have a foreign teacher in our class. The number of individual students is 1……2……14 in total. Then, let’s form a pair.”
A ‘pair’ event like this that kills a loner person like me. Looking around the classroom, there are no other loners.
As I think about this, more and more people around me go into pairs. Not good……even if I look at the teacher, my eyes don’t meet.
In this kind of situation, when there is an odd number of students, the teacher is always concerned about the loner, but since there is an even number, it is not a concern.
“Hey, are you alone?”
Suddenly being spoken to, I freeze.
“Hey, are you alone? I’m alone too, so let’s pair up.”
The one who smiled at me was Myoudou Rin. She tilted her head, wondering why I didn’t respond.
“Everyone, have you paired up yet〜?”
In the English teacher’s cheerful voice, Myoudou Rin shook my hand and said cheerfully,
“Now, um,…..you, what’s your name?”
Myoudou san sat down next to me, squeezed her seat closer to mine, and innocently said so.
“Ah…..,erm…”
I was so in a panic trying to grasp the situation that I couldn’t say anything and the words didn’t come out of my mouth properly. It was the first time I had ever talked to a girl, who was even more cheery than I was. Moreover, p-p-pa-pairing…….
“Endo……Shufude? kun?”
Her eyes sparkled as she gulped and looked into my text. The sweet vanilla perfume and the chest popping into view.
A faintly bright red lace was peeking through her white shirt…….
“I’m Myoudou Rin. Nice to meet you.”
She smiled innocently and quickly picked up my notebook and flipped through it.
–Not good, even though it’s a notebook full of bad doodles……! If she thinks I’m doodling, she’ll think I’m a nerd……
In my mind’s eye, I can picture a gyaru who despises nerds. For those girls who are only interested in fashionable, good-looking, and fun guys, nerds are like garbage worms.
“Ah, so it’s Munehitsu kun, not Shufude kun.”
“Huh?”
“Here, it’s an English notebook, so it’s written in romaji. Hehehe, but Munehitsu is a pretty difficult name too. You know, it’s like Oda Nobunaga ! I guess.”
Indeed, it may seem like a warlord’s name.
“M-M-Myoudou san. Pair conversation…..it’ll be our turn soon.”
“Oh, okay〜”
The students read the conversational sentences in the textbook in pairs as if they were really having a conversation. The foreign teachers wait in the hallway, and in the order they are called, they each go out into the hallway to have the teacher watch their conversation.
“I’m……don’t…… eh, I can’t read.”
“Erm, this is–“
Myoudou san’s eyes would twinkle as I read the English sentence.
“Your pronunciation is crazy….so cool. But I can’t understand you then.”
She bent forward with a troubled look on her face. In a case like this, it would be too late to start teaching from the pronunciation…
“Can I borrow your textbook for a minute?”
“Sure, yes.”
I was nervous inside. When I was in elementary school, I was bullied by someone, saying [Don’t touch him, you’ll catch the germs !]
“Can I write?”
“What? Oh, doodles? You are good at drawing, aren’t you, Munehitsu kun?”
“Eh, why?”
“Because you just sketched it in your English notebook. A portrait of the English teacher. It looks more like an art than a doodle, but it’s good.”
I was seen…….
Feeling embarrassed, I smile bitterly and concentrate on her text. Add katakana to the parts she reads.
“Munehitsu kun〜, you’re an otaku?”
I shake my head and look up at her with a stiff look on my face, and she smiles, unlike the expression I had expected.
“Eh? Well, from Myoudou san’s point of view, I might be an otaku……maybe.”
“Wow〜, otaku people are so smart and kind, aren’t they? The others never did this for me. Okay, let’s resume practice !”
Whenever Myoudou san moves, I can’t help but notice the flicker of her breasts. But she read the English sentence so hard that I also slowed down to follow along with her.
“Oh, I can read it now.”
“It’s our turn now.”
Then the next pair was called.
“Let’s go.”
She stood up and turned her back to me, and I caught a glimpse of her sexy red underwear through her skirt. I followed behind her, pretending not to see anything.
<Uwaa〜, I feel sorry for the nerd who got dragged along by the gyaru>
<I don’t want my grades to drop because of the gyaru〜>
<I’m glad I didn’t become a victim of the gyaru…..my condolences>
I heard such whispering.
The girls who were saying that were usually innocent-looking, serious girls with medium grades. Even us otaku would feel she is scary.
But the reality may be different.
Myoudou san is kinder than everyone thinks, and I’m not as hardworking as everyone thinks.
“Hello ! Wow, Sensei, you’re American? Yay ! !”
I could hear Myoudou san, who had come out into the hallway before me, talking happily with a foreign teacher.
A real cheery person is dazzling.
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