The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 35

Today is a school day. I’m going to school while listening to the Musicun I borrowed from Kirishima-san.

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Since I listened to it constantly when I had time, I memorized the lyrics. Whether I’m good or not is another story, but I can sing it now. I think I’m doing quite well.

I walk while humming a song, and all the women I pass by turn to look at me. Maybe my singing was louder than I thought. It must have surprised them. Sorry about that.

Pretending not to notice, I walk a bit faster. Once no one is around, I quietly hum.

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I keep repeating that and I feel like I’ll get to school earlier than usual.

“Good morning, sensei.”

“Gouda-kun, good morning.”

As usual, the teacher was waiting with a straightened posture. I took off the music stand and put it in the bag.

She must be busy since morning, but if there’s nothing special, I can go to the classroom by myself. Huh? Is it okay since she has finished her morning work? Is that so? I feel a bit bad about it.

“It’s fine. More importantly, Gouda-kun, are you really okay with starting the telekinesis class this Friday?

Of course, it’s only natural that you can’t do it since you have never taken the class before…”

The teacher looks very anxious. Was the telekinesis class that difficult?

“Yes. Thank you. I probably won’t be able to keep up with the class. But I was curious about what kind of class it is. So it’s okay.”

Because in my past life, there was no mysterious power called telekinesis. Even teleportation has somehow increased in usage, and there might be even better ways to use it that I just don’t know about.

“Understood. But if anything comes up, please consult me immediately. Of course, for anything else as well. Don’t even think that it might be impossible to consult about something like this, okay?”

The teacher, who was walking, suddenly stopped, wrapped my right hand with both hands and squeezed tightly. Is this a way of saying, “Don’t answer until I say so”?

“Y-yes.”

“Absolutely. You always try to handle everything on your own when it matters most and never say anything… So make sure to consult me.”

Otherwise, I won’t be able to move, the teacher murmurs regretfully.

I wonder if the school has various restrictions for men as well… Speaking of which, when I consulted about the uniform, she was the first to come.

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“Yes! Everyone, please take your seats.”

I enter the classroom with the teacher and the classroom naturally falls silent.

——Hmm?

Today, I feel everyone’s gaze more than usual, but why?

I’m curious, but since it’s morning homeroom time, we all greet each other in the morning, check attendance, and then listen to the teacher’s talk.

It seems that my change from one day a week to three days a week was communicated yesterday, and the teacher only lightly touched on it during the conversation. There was no commotion in the classroom because of it.

“Kirishima-san, here.”

After homeroom ended, during the break before class, I showed Kirishima-san the music.

“It was a really great song.”

“Ah, uh.”

Kirishima-san’s face turned red in an instant. Could it be that this was supposed to be a secret from others? Ah, but I haven’t said anything weird yet, so it should be safe.

“That song is a good song, isn’t it?”

I hear Makino-san’s voice behind me. Is she coming to help Kirishima-san, who is frozen with a red face? I’m grateful too.

“Right?”

So, I wonder how much Makino-san knows? I’ll ask in a low voice.

“Y-yes, um, that…”

I tried to speak in a low voice and leaned in close to her ear, but Makino-san’s face turned bright red and she froze. What the heck?

“Ah, thank you, Gouda-kun.”

I’m glad. Kirishima-san has already recovered. As for Makino-san… I’ll leave her as she is for now. The break time is short, so I need to talk quickly.

“I learned the song just in case, but Kirishima-san, are you going to do anything?”

The first thing that came to mind was that Kirishima-san, like Makino-san, is also a music-related netTuber and wanted me to join.

“Uh-uh.”

Kirishima-san shook her head. It seems that Kirishima-san isn’t even a net user. I wondered what she could be, and then,

“Do you watch music shows, Gouda-kun?”

Kirishima-san asked me such a thing.

I’ve been watching a bit of the news lately, but I haven’t watched a single TV show.

Since I’m going to visit Akane Various Channel, I thought I should be able to play well enough to enjoy it together, so I practiced that game, and during my spare time, I practiced telekinesis.

“Oh, I see, Gouda-kun didn’t watch it…”

“?”

Ding-dong.

The bell rang, so that’s all for now. The rest will have to wait until lunch break or after school…

I thought that, but by the next break, Kirishima-san, Makino-san, Kimishima-san, and Fukata-san had gathered around my desk.

The first to speak among the four who nodded at each other was Kimishima-san.

“I’ll make Gouda-kun a celebrity.”

“Hmm?”

Kimishima-san is saying something a bit strange. Everyone around is exasperated.

“I-I’m sorry, could you please form a band with us?”

“A band?”

I didn’t understand the sudden situation and turned my face towards Fukata-san. Surprisingly, Fukata-san is quite reliable in times like this.

What? They want to perform at the cultural festival in two months? I see, so it’s a band performing at the cultural festival. Did Kirishima-san even compose an original song for that? It’s a really well-made, great song. Is it enough for me to just sing it happily?

“Really? If that’s the case, it seems like the hurdle is a bit lower, so I might want to give it a try… Hmm?”

The moment I said that I felt like the classroom got a bit noisy, but was it just my imagination?