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It was Seiji’s second day after transferring, and the class he was looking forward to the most was P.E., the last class of the day.
He didn’t intend to astound everyone in P.E. class, although he could probably do so if he tried.
After playing against the tennis club captain, he had already understood that his physical abilities far surpassed normal students, and that he had the potential to be outstanding at any sport.
So, if he didn’t want to stand out, what was his intention?
It was to watch, of course!
Currently, although the weather was slightly chilly, the school hadn’t transitioned to its winter uniform yet, so the P.E. class was still using the summer sports uniform.
Heh heh… it should be easy to understand after that explanation.
In Sakura Island, girls wore the same thing as some anime from his previous world—a white T-shirt with bloomers underneath!
Just the thought of all the girls wearing that P.E. class was enough to get his blood boiling!
Witnessing such a sight in 3-D was the apex of any gentleman (otaku)’s desire.
It would be flat heresy to claim otherwise!
The day passed quickly, and it was finally time for the class he had been anticipating eagerly.
Seiji had finished changing at Mach speed, and he was already waiting at the exercise grounds before anyone else.
When the girls had finished changing and came out in small groups, he felt like he was ascending to heaven…
All those lovely white necks and arms.
And all the various-sized breasts that ranged from full to almost nonexistent.
Not to mention the firm, peachy butts that were covered by tight shorts.
Ah… it felt good to be alive!
Seiji put great effort—a truly monumental amount of effort—into hiding the fact that he was almost in nirvana.
It was mentioned previously that compared to Seiji’s original world, people had better looks on average, and this world had certain elements which resembled a 2-D world.
This caused Seiji to feel like everything in front of him was a real-life version of an anime, thus causing his heart to pound rapidly.
Due to how moved he was by the heavenly sight, he didn’t even notice the fact that someone was stealthily approaching him.
“Harano-kun, you’re about to get a nosebleed!”
Chiaki grinned broadly as she placed her hand on Seiji’s shoulder.
Seiji finally regained his senses and turned around to look at her.
“Why are you still in the boy’s uniform?”
“Oh my, are you disappointed?” Chiaki stuck her tongue out at him and did a sexy pose: “If you want to see me in a girl’s uniform, I’ll wear it for you if you come to my home…”
“Oh… it sounds like some type of special service—forget about it.”
“Sigh, I got rejected again—do I have zero charisma? How about I throw Mika into the deal? She’ll definitely agree to show you her sports uniform, and I have plenty of other clothes in my house as well!”
“Don’t just sell out your friends like that! And just what type of place is your house!?” Seiji forcefully commented.
Chiaki kept chuckling bawdily.
“You’re a really strange person, Harano. Weren’t you a scumbag otaku before? After becoming this handsome, normally you should become a playboy, but you restrain yourself without concealing your bad points.”
Even though she was smiling casually, her eyes flashed with a serious glint.
“Just what type of person are you, Seiji Harano?”
This was probably what she had wanted to ask yesterday.
After she said this, the conversation options appeared—
[A: I’m simply me—stop bothering me.]
[B: I don’t know either —I only swore to stop being useless.]
[C: I’m just an otaku.]
Seiji considered the options carefully before making his choice.
“I’m just an otaku. Even though I changed myself and have become handsomer, I’m still an otaku, and I enjoy things that otakus like. Compared to before, my hobbies didn’t change; what changed was the way I deal with things and my moral principles. I’ll use all of my willpower to follow my new principles and not fall back into depravity like the useless person I was before.”
After saying that, Seiji smiled sincerely at Chiaki.
“In conclusion, I have slightly more backbone than before as an otaku.”
*Ding!* Favorability rating increased!
Chiaki retracted her casual smile.
“Just… slightly? It’s not ordinary for a person to risk his life fighting to save a girl that used to call him disgusting. I can’t even begin to imagine what you experienced for you to change so much.”
Seiji smiled and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a female voice.
“Chiaki! Why are you walking so fast? Wait up for me.” Mika Uehara approached them while complaining.
After she caught up, she discovered the strange atmosphere between Seiji and Chiaki.
“Er… what happened?”
“Nothing much. We were just admiring the scenery, right, Seigo?” Chiaki slapped Seiji’s shoulder.
Unlike before, she didn’t call him “Harano-kun,” but called him “Seigo” instead.
“Ah, yeah. The scenery is wonderful.” Seiji’s smile became even gentler.
“What scenery?” Mika looked around in confusion.
This was the scenery. Seiji snuck a look at Mika’s long, creamy-white legs.
Chiaki squeezed Seiji’s shoulder with a mischievous grin. ‘So you understood what I was talking about, heh heh.’
…
The students had all arrived, but their homeroom teacher was overseeing class instead of the usual P.E. teacher.
“Sasaki-sensei said he had something to do today, so I’m here in place of him,” said their homeroom teacher, a 29-year-old unmarried woman who was named Keiko Satou.
And thus, P.E. class began.
Seiji was hesitating whether or not he should excel in class today and draw everyone’s attention.
He didn’t actually enjoy attention, but he somehow managed to increase the favorability rating of a large number of girls towards him in the tennis club yesterday, thus unlocking several new options in his system. If he grinded even more girls’ favorability ratings, then there was a possibility he would gain new options yet again.
After deliberating over it, he decided against it.
He had barely discovered his recently unlocked options, and he hadn’t been able to fully take advantage of it yet, so it would be far too greedy to desire more. Besides, he didn’t feel comfortable doing things that were against his nature. Finally, the boys in his class already had a negative impression of him—if he kept standing out, something strange or unexpected may occur.
It was better to keep the relationships with everyone in his class balanced.
After class had begun, the first activity was a two-person warmup. Seiji instantly chose Kazufuru Ooike, without giving him a chance to reject, in order to avoid the danger of being alone at the end of pairing.
Kazufuru’s expression was grim, but he could only accept—after all, what else could he do as Seiji’s ‘friend’?
After the warmup was long-distance running. It was a fairly usual activity with a substitute teacher.
Seiji ran in the middle of the pack for the duration of the entire run.
Honestly, this was a first for him, as he experienced the difficulty of going easy on everyone in sports.
After one lap, most of the boys had begun breathing hard, but he didn’t feel a thing. He could only pretend to have breathing difficulties as he kept running. And close to the end, he was forced to further reduce his pace, in order to prevent himself becoming the leader of the pack. He also had to copy everyone’s panting, and he had to attempt to act naturally exhausted. The whole process could almost be described as torturous.
When all the boys finished, there were still a few girls running. The one at the very end was the fattest girl in the class.
She wasn’t nearly as fat as Seiji used to be, but compared to the other girls in class, she was definitely the least attractive.
She could barely catch her breath as she swung her head around, and her hair was ragged and wild. Her sweat and drool were also flying everywhere—it definitely wasn’t a pretty sight.
“Urgh—that Miyamoto… She’s still so disgusting…”
“Her running is so terrible—why doesn’t she just give up?”
“Hey, she’s trying her best! Don’t say that!”
The boys were gossiping with each other.
Seiji frowned in discontent.
Suddenly, the fat girl tripped and fell over with a resounding smack, which sent dust flying everywhere.
“Miyamoto?” The other girls that hadn’t yet finished running turned around and immediately went to go check on her out of concern.
The homeroom teacher also ran over together with some of the other girls.
After a minute, the substitute teacher Satou-sensei’s voice rang out: “Miyamoto injured her foot. One of the boys come over and carry her to the infirmary!”
“What?”
“I definitely don’t want to carry that Miyamoto.”
“You’ll be flattened, haha.”
Seiji’s frown deepened.
He didn’t want to hear their chitchat anymore, so he walked out in front of everyone.
Instantly, everyone’s eyes were gathered on him.
“Oh my, the hero has arrived.” Chiaki quietly praised him, but nobody heard her other than Mika who was standing next to Chiaki.
As everyone stared, Seiji briskly walked towards the group of girls were standing over Miyamoto.
“Harano-san, can I ask you to do it?” Satou-sensei had an anxious expression, and when she noticed that it was the new transfer student who volunteered, her countenance changed slightly.
“Not a problem.” Seiji smiled at her and all the other girls.
Then, he went over to the weeping fat girl and carried her. Contrary to the expectations of the others, he didn’t carry her with his back…
Instead, he princess-carried her!
“Miyamoto-san, right? This is my first time speaking with you.” Seiji smiled at the stunned girl in his arms: “Please wait for just a moment—your personal ambulance will take you to the infirmary immediately.”
Then, he started running whilst carrying her.
“Wow!”
“Amazing—a princess-carry!”
“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a princess-carry in real life, and he can even run while doing it!?”
“Harano-san is so cool, and he’s so strong!”
All the girls instantly fell in love with the valiant youth.
And once again, all the boys had incredulous expressions on their faces.
“No way! Just how much does Miyamoto weigh!?” One boy exclaimed in surprise.
In reality, almost all of the boys were thinking that to themselves and were mentally comparing their own strength to Seiji’s. Soon after, they all came to the realization that they wouldn’t be able to accomplish what he had just done.
“Harano-san is so cool—he volunteered to carry her!”
“I think I’m in love with him—I want him to carry me like that!”
“Me too, me too! I’d love to be carried like that!”
The girls kept chattering endlessly, and even the homeroom teacher’s face was flushed slightly red.
In this type of atmosphere, the boys could only remain awkwardly silent.
This included Kazufuru Ooike, whose expression was grim.
He had actually wanted to step out and help her, as it was an excellent chance to improve his reputation, but he had used up a lot of stamina when running earlier, so he hesitated—if he tried carrying her but failed instead, he would only lose face.
He couldn’t imagine that Seigo Harano still had such great reserves of stamina remaining.
‘I truly lost this time…’ Kazufuru Ooike reluctantly thought to himself.