(Note: all dialogue here in English since MC hasn't got the the memories and Japanese language knowledge yet)
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Now that I've escaped from the crutches of a potential angel/bitch/yandere, its time to calm down and set my priorities straight.
Those three words are all individually dangerous yet I know a person who'd stick their dick even if it's a combination of 'angel & bitch & yandere'.
Truly a scary individual.
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My head kind of feels like a train wreck as of this moment.
There's simply too much information and a severe lack of resources available to process them.
Right now the only priority should be to adapt to my situation and get used to this body.
I can't spare any time to think about my last life despite being worried about what actually happened to my previous self.
Neither can I focus on the faces and names of my classmates, nor can I wait to think about the source material of the world I am currently in.
Now the best idea would be to escape to the rooftop with the excuse of going to the wash room.
But the issue once again is how do I manage to escape from this hellhole without making my self too suspicious.
First of all, I haven't received the Japanese Language Pack yet so I can't even speak without getting attention drawn.
It's not like I was a weeb who gobbled up anime like how the average resident of Alabama, USA consumes 3 people's shares unhealthy fried foods daily.
Secondly, I don't even haven't even got the Memory Pack yet.
Heck I don't even know my name so how am I supposed to know how I'm supposed to speak which languages.
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Ahhhh!
Once again these shitloads of problems have left me planning for a simple escape from class more meticulously than how the Allies planned D-Day.
I've had it, for fucks sake!
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I raise my hand and stand up.
The teacher looks over, waits a second then nods as if to tell me to proceed.
"Teacher, may I go to the wash room, please!"
Luckily I seem to have control over the body and I can speak English well in a normal accent.
However, what's normal for me isn't normal for an average Japanese high schooler.
She freezes.
There's utter confusion in her eyes.
It doesn't stop there.
There's surprise followed by shock and then disbelief.
Finally she calms down, closes her eyes and then once again opens them.
This time her gaze seems to want only one thing: confirmation.
Confirmation to see if she really did hear what she just heard.
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What, in the name of the goddess that transmigrated me here, is this emotion sensor I have just got!
I never had that in my previous life!
If I had it, I could have used to wriggle myself out of every damn sticky situation I was in!
Not that I was in ever a lot of trouble (except for the time my homie rang the school bell and got us both almost suspended for a week), but it surely would have helped in situations where 'saying the right thing at the right time' would have made life easier such as sophistry in college presentations where I'd let the examiner listen to the exact bullshit they would have wanted to hear. [1]
Now that I look at her, she does look pretty cute...
No, no, no.
I truly need to get out of here before I trigger flags I must not trigger.
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"Could you repeat what you just said? Unfortunately, I didn't hear you well the first time" she said in an equally proficient English accent and brought me back to my senses.
Wait, what are these arrows stinging me?
I look around.
No way...
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These guys...
They're all looking at me like a rare zoo exhibit.
Is this how lab experiments feel?
The stinging gazes of the researchers that seem to want to dissect naked everything with their eyes with the head researcher nodding with a gaze of approval that says 'this might be it, this might be the one I'm looking for'.
You evil woman, you directed their gazes towards me when you asked me to repeat what I said despite hearing properly!
These stares, they're slowly chipping away my remaining meager Health Points!
Who knows whether curiosity killed the cat, but this woman's curiosity will surely be my death!
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*Haah*
I breathe out trying to ignore everything irrelevant and repeat my request without breaking by concentration
"May I go to the wash room, please?"
Don't you are make me say it the third time or I swear I'll become 'the silent kid'.
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She smiled.
For a passer-by, it may be a truly beautiful smile
"Kawaii" someone said in a small voice. (means 'cute' in Japanese)
Which idiot was that?
Who's staring at the damn teacher when I'm the main attraction here?
Well, I suppose i should thank them for not giving me a piercing stare, but considering the fact the voice came from Ikeda who's on my clear right, I'm suddenly filled with the urge to smack his head.
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Either way, back onto her smile; that smile is reminiscent of a desert dweller finding a new water source in their immediate vicinity when usually they'd have to travel a dozen kilometres daily just for a few pots of water.
When I watch that, I just feel tired.
She's seems to think, no she believes, that my body is an avid consumer of English movies and books, which would likely be incorrect since i am 99% sure my body's previous owner wasn't even remotely interested in it considering the heavy chuunibyou vibes I'm getting.
Ha, the only thing even remotely related to English that this body's previous owner might be in touch with would be some quirky death metal music.
However, I am an avid enjoyer of English novels, movies not so much but English is kind of my first language so her reasoning would be incorrect yet her conclusion would somehow end up being correct.
Hahaha, it kind of reminds me of using the wrong formula in math and yet somehow arriving at the correct answer.
But its not like there's anything bad about it but she's surely gonna propose a deal where we both end up interacting with each other more; she gets a new partner to share her hobbies of English Literature with, I get to improve my grades and get the backing of a teacher to make sure I don't go astray while in school.
Funny thing is if someone would propose such a deal for my kid, I'd accept it before they even complete saying the terms and conditions.
I mean you get a partner to chat about literature whereas my kid would likely pick up a very good hobby AND gets taken care of.
Hence, I'd end up accepting this whether I want it or not considering the fact that my body's parents seem competent and they wouldn't take a refusal and that I wouldn't end up rebelling since I'd like to get on well with them.
Once again this emotion recognizer is truly working wonders for me today.
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"Yes you may go to the wash room" she responds happily.
With her permission, I throw all the useless thoughts onto the back burner and somehow speed my way out of the classroom without running.
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[1] It truly happened to me.