The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 9

There was no need to think about it. I haven’t attended a single remote class since my memory came back.

“Oh~ I have a bad feeling about this.”

By the time my memory came back, the computer was already broken. It wasn’t because a stone flew in; it was me going on a rampage before my memory returned. Just a case of taking out my frustration.

Since the homeroom teacher was in class, I informed the office staff that I would be resting for a while.

“Ah…”

That’s right, the contact information should have been my mom’s, so she might know a bit about the situation, but since she couldn’t get in touch with me, maybe that’s why this arrived.

After the livestream, things calmed down, but they were throwing stones and stuff, so I might have been too scared to get close. They probably didn’t want to get involved either.

For now, I’ll go back to the living room and open the letter pack.

Inside, there was a loose-leaf binder and a contact print.

“Um.”

The contact print was from my homeroom teacher, and it had words expressing concern for me. In the end, it said that since they couldn’t get in touch with me, they wanted me to contact them first.

Due to the conditioned reflex from my previous life, I read the notice from the teacher with trepidation, fearing I would be scolded, but in this world, even if there are tests, boys don’t get failing grades and can advance through the grades automatically, so I don’t have to worry about academic performance.

I’ll contact the teacher tomorrow.

“Over here… is this the lesson content?”

The loose-leaf binder contained summaries of three months’ worth of class content, organized by subject.

“Hmm? This is…”

Upon closer inspection, it was a copy of someone’s notebook. Whose could it be? The rounded letters, the cute handwriting, the neat writing—each subject had a different style, so it seemed like they had used several people’s notebooks to create it. Was it the teacher? Did the teacher borrow everyone’s notebooks to make this?

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The next morning.

Waking up in a clean room feels so nice.

Since it was an appropriate time, I contacted the teacher, gave my mobile number, and asked them to send the necessary documents for the change (since I am now alone). The matter was resolved surprisingly easily.

“Gouda-kun…”

“Yes.”

“Gouda-kun.”

“…Yes.”

Since the teacher wasn’t hanging up the phone, I thought there might be something difficult to say, so I asked, and it turns out they want me to come to school until the remote learning equipment is ready.

“I don’t want to.”

I kind of understand the reason. It’s Sawakaze Kazuya. It seems that Sawakaze-kun, who lives in the neighboring prefecture, started attending school a few days ago, and his activities have been causing a stir on SNS, making the news.

This is my classroom for the first-year A class. And my classmates. Let’s all have fun together. Of course, it’s mostly girls.

Because the girls around me were also posting photos with happy expressions on SNS, it made it even more so.

This is in the neighboring prefecture, but the school is afraid that students will flock to Tsukimi Academy where Sawakaze-kun is… right? It’s already rare and enviable for a boy to attend school, but now he’s a super popular handsome streamer.

They say the students are really disappointed, wondering why it wasn’t our school.

I attend Hikigaoka Academy because it’s the closest to my house (though remotely), but this school is also the most prestigious and academically advanced in the prefecture.

There are more and more students who can’t concentrate on their studies, and at this rate, the school’s reputation might even decline.

It seems that when evaluations drop, it doesn’t benefit either the school side or the students, as their career options become limited. Girls are just in a regular competitive society. That’s really unfortunate.

“Is that so?”

By the way, it seems that they have also approached other boys, but they haven’t received any good responses yet.

“Gouda-kun. Please. Even just one day a week would be fine.”

Even over the phone, I can somehow tell when the other person is bowing. Or rather, wasn’t that the topic until the remote learning setup (computer environment) was ready? Has that topic been resolved? I see.

“If once a week is fine, then I don’t mind, but I’ve messed up, haven’t I? Wouldn’t that just make things worse?”

“Yeah, that’s the only thing I’m worried about.”

“That’s not true at all. Please, by all means.”

“I see, understand.”

Under the condition that I will stop attending if any problems arise, I will start going to school once a week from tomorrow.

After that, I spent time using teleportation within the premises. Although it was a short distance, I was able to use teleportation six times. Quite a good result.

Even if the distance increases, it would be great if I could use it six times, but first, I should focus on school. Let’s work on being able to teleport from school to home. Once I’m used to it, I might start practicing Psychokinesis again.