This Japanese Slice-of-Life Isn’t Lame - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Abnormality

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Kyokuboku High School was a well-known school in the surrounding area. They had a disciplinary committee to assist the teachers in their work, and the school discipline of Kyokuboku High School was all right. Most of the students knew their place and had a sense of ‘living their lives to the fullest as high school students’ like in the 2D world.

However, there were outliers in every school. There were also a handful of troublemakers from the first to third years in Kyokuboku High School.

It was because of Kitagawa Tera being infamous previously that caused him to be in trouble with these people.

But apart from this handful of people, the other students were not bad.

At least, most people merely gossiped about it without collectively trying to bully Kitagawa Tera.

And it was these troublemakers who were fearful now. Their legs were hurting, but they were also afraid that they would incur more beatings from Kitagawa Tera if their kneeling postures were not right. They could only endure it, not daring to move a single muscle.

After some time, Kitagawa Tera finally said coldly, “Regarding this incident today, I hope you guys will—”

“We definitely won’t spill!” someone said hastily.

Kitagawa Tera gave him a meaningful look.

His gaze made the scalp of the senior student, who could not wait to pat his chest to show his determination, go numb. His mouth moved for quite some time, but he did not manage to get a single word out.

Kitagawa Tera continued, “Spread today’s matter as far and wide as you can.”

“Huh?!” The crowd began to doubt their ears.

Did they hear it wrongly? Would they be beaten again if they asked if they heard wrongly?

Who did not want their reputation to be as good as possible?

At the very least, these troublemakers never thought of spreading what they had done.

However, Kitagawa Tera was not interested in the thoughts of these troublemakers. He narrowed his eyes at them, who were kneeling in a neat row, before he said to Ikegami and Seki behind him, “You two, jot down the names and classes of these people. Call me if any of them don’t spread about how I beat them up. But if you two dare to protect any of them, be prepared to enter the hospital.”

Seki and Ikegami felt their facial muscles tense up. Isn’t this obviously making us offend these people?

Moreover, they had no power to resist at all.

“Anyway, I’ll beat all of you up unreasonably if there are any reports from Seki and Ikegami.

“Listen well. I’ll check the results one week later.”

Kitagawa Tera’s face was cold. His black eyes narrowed and drifted over the heads of all the troublemakers. “Other than this, I don’t want any of you harassing the other students. I’ll beat you up every time I see you if I hear any rumors again. Should such rumors travel to my ears, you better pray hard that you don’t meet me,” Kitagawa Tera said indifferently.

This person is definitely a devil!

Most of them felt cold sweat trickling down their heads.

Not only did he establish a check-and-balance system, but he would beat them if he was the least bit dissatisfied. Who could stand it?

But they had no choice.

They could not hide at home all their lives, right?

The tuition fee of a Japanese private high school cost more than one million yen every year. Even if they were to hide at home, their families would eventually force them to go to school.

Kitagawa Tera took a good, long look at the furthest cubicle of the toilet before turning around to get Seki’s and Ikegami’s contact information and addresses. He then left.

He left Seki and Ikegami sweating profusely and facing these dejected seniors.

Seki forced a smile after some time and tried his best to use a negotiating tone. “Um… there’s no need to hurry, Senpais. Take your time to register.”

…

In this way, the troublemakers of Kyokuboku would probably not find trouble with him, and his life would return to being relatively calm.

He might not be living the ‘rose-colored high school life’ that many people imagined, but Kitagawa Tera was also happy with his high school life.

It was good to have someone to talk to, but that was only if it would not disrupt his life.

Kitagawa Tera returned to his class with his schoolbag.

The lively Class 1-1 quieted down immediately.

Surprised eyes looked over.

Obviously, none of them had expected Kitagawa Tera to emerge from the boy’s toilet unscathed.

This included Asamiya Hitomi, who was looking at Kitagawa Tera with astonishment.

She only managed to recover when Kitagawa Tera sat down.

“K-Kitagawa-san? Are you okay?”

Kitagawa Tera, who was sitting beside her, was not missing an arm or a leg. Asamiya Hitomi could not quite believe it.

“Why would I not be?” Kitagawa Tera took out the textbook he stuffed under the table, turned back, and said, “I said before I went in. Reason without lifting a finger.”

Although the form was not entirely right, and he reasoned with them physically, he did not use his hands, only his feet.

Asamiya Hitomi blinked. Her face flushed red, and she said softly, “I-Is that so? It seems like the seniors are rather easy to talk to…”

Asamiya Hitomi did not ask any further. She clenched her fist, as though rejoicing in his good fortune that Kitagawa Tera had met such a group of ‘amicable’ seniors.

Afterward, she seemed to think of something and took out her purse from her padded skirt. It was thirty thousand yen and some loose change.

“Kitagawa-san, I went to the clinic near my house yesterday. The doctor said it was just a simple bruise, so he disinfected it and applied a bit of medicine to it. Here’s the remainder of the money,” Asamiya Hitomi said with slight embarrassment.

She was feeling apologetic for spending nearly ten thousand yen. Kitagawa Tera, however, was surprised by the character of this little girl.

What a good girl.

At least, Kitagawa Tera would definitely not need to dream about getting the money back if it had entered the pocket of Kitagawa Eri…

Kitagawa Eri was becoming more and more defiant. She seemed to have a good grasp of Kitagawa Tera’s character and did whatever she wanted as long as she did not defy Kitagawa Tera’s principle.

Now, take a good look at Asamiya Hitomi.

She even took the initiative to return him the money.

Kitagawa Tera thought about how he compared Kamiya Mirai to Kitagawa Eri just earlier today, and now he was comparing Kitagawa Eri to Asamiya Hitomi…

Sure enough, you could not compare too much as a human.

The result of his comparison went roughly like this: Asamiya Hitomi > Kitagawa Eri > Kamiya Mirai.

Seeing Asamiya Hitomi’s outstretched hands, handing the money in both hands over to him, Kitagawa Tera only reacted subconsciously.

He pushed the money back with a calm expression. “Asamiya-san, I gave you this money for your medical treatment. You don’t have to give it back to me.

“You can’t possibly want to watch my conscience suffer?” He could not help but say, making Asamiya Hitomi stare blankly.

She reacted quickly, realizing she was being impolite, and nodded anxiously.

“In-in that case, I’ll save this money. Let me know when you need money in the future, and I’ll return the money to Kitagawa-san,” she stammered, perspiration bursting out on her tiny face.

Seeing her behave this way, Kitagawa Tera knitted his brows subconsciously.

Perspiring in the middle of winter was obviously abnormal.