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Hm, hm,
Hm, hm,
Hm, hm,
She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I said, "Don't mind, but what do you mean? I am the o-
I was going to school on a bus, earphones tucked in my ears as I enjoyed some music.
The bus was filled with students wearing the same school uniform as me.
Music was like salvation for me; as long as I was listening to it, I didn't need anything else.
And that was exactly what I was doing right now. Fortunately, I had the window seat, so I was peacefully enjoying the passing scenery as well.
However, my listening session was rudely interrupted by a sudden voice.
"Don't you think you should give up your seat?"
Attentively I looked ahead to the place where the voice was coming from.
A blonde-haired student was sitting on a priority seat; an old woman was in front of him, and an office lady was standing next to her.
Before I could think anything else, she spoke up.
"You there, can't you see the old woman having trouble?"
At that moment I got curious to see how the guy would reply. I turned off the music and took off the earphone in my left ear, the ear that was facing the window. I made it look like I was still paying attention to outside the window, though, to sell the illusion for no reason.
Meh, anything that soothes my consciousness, I guess.
"That's a really crazy question, lady." The boy replied, then smiled and recrossed his legs.
"Why should I give this seat to an old woman? There's absolutely no reason for me to give it up."
Holy shit! The nerves—I would have folded.
"Isn't it natural to hand over the priority seat to the elderly?"
"I don't understand. Priority seats are just priority seats, and there is no legal obligation for me to move. Whether or not I move should be decided by me, who is currently sitting in this seat. Will you give up your seat because I am a young man? Hahaha, that's a stupid way of thinking."
"I am a healthy young man. Certainly, I don't feel that standing up would inconvenience me. However, it is obvious standing up will consume more physical strength than sitting down will. I don't want to do such a useless thing. Or maybe, are you telling me to be more lively and energetic?"
There wasn't a need for saying that much, but he still got his point across, so I guess that works.
"What? What kind of attitude is that towards your superiors!?"
Huh? What do you mean, superiors?!
The women had gotten too emotional just because the boy had the balls to reply back.
I will never understand how these people even reach an adult age with this kind of attitude.
I sighed. It seemed the ones who cared too much about their speech were the only ones who faced most of the consequences.
Wait, damn, hehe, should I just go into philosophy at this point?
It was another moment of my genius where I unexpectedly said something profound.
I looked ahead, forgetting my earlier cautions of seeming like I wasn't listening, to see how far the argument had reached.
"It's fine, it's fine…"
The old woman was trying to mediate the situation.
"Apparently the older woman seems to have better hearing than you do. Oh dear, I guess Japanese society isn't completely useless yet. Enjoy the rest of your life to your heart's content."
After cooking the office lady hard. The boy put on his headphones and began to listen to loud music.
I took it as my sign to do the same and unpaused the music, retucking the earphone into my left ear.
However the silence barely continued for ten more seconds before another voice butted in.
"Um… I also think that the lady is right."
I glanced back to see a girl with huge boobs standing near the old lady.
She's cute.
I thought, but this time I had decided to not involve myself at all, not even with the effort of listening properly. Her voice was still hearable with the music going on, though.
As she joined in, the argument went on for a few back-and-forths before the girl asked someone else to give the seat. I got tense and started staring intensely out the window.
Don't pick me. Please don't pick me!
Hmm, wait, what the fuck am I even worried about?
Why was I treating this situation as if she were the teacher about to ask a student to give the answer?
I relaxed quickly and ignored it altogether.
Maybe I was just a bit on edge due to being in a new environment. Yes, that must be it.
Soon after the whole fiasco ended, the bus arrived at its destination and stopped.
All the other students got off the bus and passed through the gate.
After the brown-haired boy sitting beside me got up to leave the bus, I followed behind him.
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I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, and then I entered the classroom.
There was a seating plan on the whiteboard, and with its help, I quickly found my seat while ignoring the few gazes I got. There weren't many students in the class at this point, so it was a little manageable.
Reaching my seat and seeing my nameplate on it, I quickly sat down. It was the seat to the back of the room; however, unlike the protagonist's window seat, it was on the opposite corner.
Speaking of that, it was pretty cool how the guy sitting next to me on the bus had that window seat this time.
I didn't look at him for more than a second, though; if we made eye contact, that would be embarrassing.
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Thanks for reading the chapter.
I suck at writing, and English isn't my first language either, so my bad if there are any mistakes.
Though I would love to hear your thoughts on how you like it so far. (Even if there isn't much to go off of.)
Anyways, here are the looks of MC.
See you next time.