I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga - Chapter 391



391 – [Side Story] Uneasy School Life

“Ah! Oppa! Here! Here!”

Just as we were about to return to class before the end of recess, Nagisa spotted us and shouted that and waved his hand her happily.

‘No, I usually pretend to know at this time.’

Even though I was fussing inside, I knew that if I didn’t respond, I would be in a lot of trouble when I got home, so I smiled awkwardly and waved.

Then, the kids in other classes nearby started whispering.

“Who on earth is Nagisa calling you oppa?”

“Do you know someone?”

“It looks very scary.”

“… Haha.”

My skin stings from all the attention.

Naoto, who hates attention even more than me, had long since disappeared like smoke, so I had no choice but to receive all the aggro at once.

Ding dong ding dong ♪

At that time, the bell rings one beat late, signaling the start of the second period.

I thought it was time to quickly get out of the crowd around me and go back to my class.

***

… However, the fact that I was called Oppa by Nagisa had already spread throughout the class.

As soon as the next recess arrived, the children of Class 1-C, regardless of gender, flocked in.

“Hey! What is Saionji-kun’s relationship with Nagisa?”

“A childhood friend by any chance?!”

“When I looked at you earlier, your eyes looked unusual!”

I can’t come to my senses from the storm of questions.

Perhaps because he felt sorry for me, Rin next to me intervened.

“Guys, wait a minute! Take turns asking questions!”

However, the children did not pretend to listen to Lin’s words and only poured out what they had to say.

When I saw Rin like that, she let out a deep sigh and tapped her palm on the desk.

Bang!!

“Guys, please be quiet. You can’t say anything.”

Then the children suddenly became quiet.

I explained with a sigh of relief because I felt like I could finally speak.

“Me and Nagisa are cousins. We hang out often since we were young, so we are close to each other. Our relationship is not what you think, so I hope you will stop spreading rumors.”

“Uh, yes.”

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding you.”

After hearing my explanation, the children nodded with a shy expression and then returned to their respective seats.

As I was finally able to take a breather and prepare for the next class, Lin next to me spoke.

“As expected, it’s Sui-chan. You say something different from me.”

“It’s not like that in particular. I felt like it would be a bother if I left it alone now, so I decided to take action.”

As I said that, I took out an English textbook from my desk drawer.

But when Rin heard what I said, she shook her head.

“Ugh, I know very well. How courageous Sui-chan is when things get tough.”

“Is that so?”

I smiled shyly and scratched the back of my head.

Probably because I was embarrassed to be praised openly.

While a strange atmosphere was flowing between the two, the front door of the classroom opened and a familiar face came in.

“Guys, how are you?”

It was my homeroom teacher, Mr. Mizuki.

This was somewhat expected since 4th period was English, but it seems that our homeroom teacher, Mr. Mizuki, is teaching our class English.

“Because today is the first day, we will not be teaching with a textbook. Instead, we are planning to play a simple English word-speak game. “What do you think?”

In response to that question, the children in the class shouted in unison.

“”Good~””

“Then shall we simply start with Apple?”

As he said that, Mr. Mizuki looked at Sakura Tange, the female student sitting in the front row just like before.

“You can say any word that starts with E.”

Then, Tange hesitated with a puzzled expression, and then she said.

“Eh, Eiffel Tower?”

“Bngbbong! Correct answer!”

WithMr. Mizuki’s chuimsae, the turn of the English word is passed to the next person, like a game of passing the bomb.

Eventually, when it was my turn, I answered without much hesitation.

“Spagerru.”

Then, Mr. Mizuki muttered with a moved expression.

“What is the pronunciation…”

… Isn’t it strange that there is something that touches you?

***

Nanae Mizuki, 48 years old.

He is a veteran English teacher who is celebrating his 23rd anniversary of working at Ichijo Academy this year.

As she had been teaching for a long time, there were countless students who passed through her hands, but the most memorable were the students in her first class.

‘Because everyone has so much personality.’

Kim Yu-sung, who had a great impact in many ways, Karen Tojo, Rika Kishimoto, and Satoru Momochi, etc. Memories of them are still as vivid as if they happened yesterday.

Nowadays, it has become a part of my memory as a beautiful memory of my youth, but I will probably never forget the moments I spent with them.

Anyway, today was the day that new students from elementary school took their first class, so she was in a good mood.

‘Let’s do our best today too! Nanae!’

Still feeling like a girl despite her age, she clenched her fists and walked into her class with her attendance sheet for her first HR session of the new semester.

“Hello! Everyone! My name is Nanae Mizuki and I will be the homeroom teacher of Class 1-C starting today! My major subject is English, so if you don’t know anything while studying, feel free to ask!”

As she energetically introduced herself, the children in her 1-C class looked at her with curious expressions.

Now that she was in middle school, she seemed to be trying to behave in her own way, but in her eyes, she was just a kid who had just graduated from elementary school.

So Mizuki smiled happily and looked around at the children he would be in charge of from now on, but when he noticed the boy sitting in the corner window seat, he flinched without realizing it.

‘What? What is this dejà vu?’

It’s definitely my first time seeing this kid.

But the atmosphere I felt was very familiar.

As if we had met once before.

So, after introducing herself to her classmates, she was reminiscing about her faded memories when the boy in question spoke up.

“My name is Saionji Suisei. Please take care of me for the next year.”

Because he hasn’t yet reached the age of transformation, he has a soft voice that is easy to listen to, typical of a young boy.

However, due to the slightly low tone of his, he had a charm that was not burdensome to listen to.

‘What is that voice… ? .’

Nanae Mizuki, who thought that without realizing it, was shocked and muttered to herself.

‘No way?’

When I thought about it, the last name Saionji felt familiar.

Wasn’t Kim Yu-seong’s marriage partner, the student who impressed her the most during her 23-year teaching career, with Kumiko Saionji, who was the student council president at the time?

Mizuki couldn’t help the corners of her mouth her her her twitch her as the memory of her attending the couple’s wedding 20 years ago came back to her.

‘I can’t believe that their child has already grown up and become my student.’

Feeling a renewed sense of pride, she closely observed the face of Issei Saionji, presumed to be Kim Yu-sung’s son.

‘Her eyes look like her father.’

Because of its unique three-hundred eyes, depending on how you perceive it, it may seem as if it is glaring.

‘When this child grows up, will he become muscular like his father?’

I felt like it was a waste to think that my cute appearance now would turn into a giant over 190cm in the future.

‘I can only hope that Ms. Kumiko’s genes worked hard.’

After finishing the observation with that thought in mind, Mizuki began to listen again to the other children’s self-introductions as if nothing had happened.

***

And, the situation reaches now.

“What is the pronunciation…”

Not only does he have a good voice like his father, but he also has good English pronunciation.

As an English teacher, I couldn’t help but be impressed.

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‘Did you receive early education?’

The Saionji family is a huge conglomerate, so it was a very likely guess.

In general, unless they have lived abroad before coming back to the country, Japanese people’s English pronunciation is very poor.

The reason for this is the commonly-called japlish. As English words were Japaneseized, there were a huge number of words whose pronunciation changed from the original, and when they were used as is in everyday conversation, Japanese people’s English pronunciation was bound to become poor.

Anyway, after that, the English ending continued, and although there were a few parts where it got stuck, with her help, after successfully completing one lap, Mizuki gave a closing statement and ended her class 10 minutes early.

The reason she finished 10 minutes early is because it’s lunch time after 4th period.

And for middle school students, lunch time was more important than anything else.

“Waaa!!”

As the children in the class left the classroom like a low tide, Mizuki smiled bitterly and took the textbook and attendance record.

At that time, unlike her her other children her Saionji Issei slowly got up from his seat her her and passed in front of her, and Mizuki, who saw him, called out to him without realizing it.

“Saionji-kun!”

“?”

He looks back with a puzzled expression.

Mizuki was debating whether to speak or not, but he mustered up the courage to ask.

“Is your father’s name Kim Yoo-seong?”

Then Saionji Suisei asked back with a surprised expression.

“Teacher, how do you know that?”

The prediction was correct.