Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You and Greetings
Translated by Bunnybyun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 7: Yuck!
The next day.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning.
After doing my daily routine of running on the beach at the base, I went home and took a shower.
While getting dressed, I grilled some toast, brewed some coffee and started eating my breakfast.
At this point, it was 6:45.
Same time as usual, same routine as usual.
However, there was something very different from today.
After taking a bite on my bread and sipping some coffee the door suddenly opened and I heard a loud sound.
Bang!.
Cheena walked into the living room and our eyes met.
“Yori. Good morning.”
“Pfftf-!”
Oh, my God! I almost blew my coffee!
She just came out of nowhere!
I told you, you could come back anytime but aren’t this too early?
“Oh! Oh! Good morning, Cheena. You’re early.”
“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I showed up so suddenly.”
“No, I was just surprised when you came out of nowhere. I had said you could come, so you can come here whenever you want.”
I calmed down my breathing and looked at Cheena again.
She is wearing the school’s navy blue sailor suit with a white background.(T/N: Sailor suits are a type of school uniform highly recommended to search before reading.)
It’s summer now, so it’s short-sleeved.
The sailor suit worn by the Japanese is quite different when worn by the light-skinned Cheena.
I don’t know if it’s because the birthplace of sailors was in England, but the clothes themselves fitted her perfectly, maybe it’s better worn by the right people?
It may just be that Cheena is really beautiful and anything looks good on her.
“By the way, did you eat breakfast properly?”
I asked her as I chewed on my toast.
Cheena sat down across from me at the table.
“I haven’t eaten yet . I was not hungry. …”
She replied, with a little embarrassed expression.
Cheena was feeling a little tired from the summer heat.
It was understandable, coming from a rather cold area in Russia, the hot and humid environment in Japan is quite difficult for her.
She said she didn’t have much of an appetite yesterday, but when I made her some bukkake udon, she was curious and ate some of it.
(T/N: Bukkake udon is a simple Japanese noodle dish. It is made by pouring cold broth over chilled udon noodles, and then topping it with varieties of garnishes. Source: tasteatlas.com/Bukkake Udon)
So, I don’t think that skipping breakfast today is going to affect her immediately, but I’m still a bit worried.
I got up from my seat and grabbed a small cup of yogurt and a spoon.
“Just eat this for now.”
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
I left home and went on my way to school.
Since we had somehow decided to go together, we gave up our usual bike commute and took the bus.
On the bus, Cheena, who was sitting next to me and looking out the window, suddenly opened her mouth.
“Oh, by the way, thanks for yesterday.”
“Hmm? For what?”
I was silently fiddling with my phone, but I stopped and looked at Cheena when she spoke to me.
Her face was too close.
I silently looked away.
“What is it?”
I propped my elbows on the arm rest and asked again, deceptively.
I’ve always wondered if I’m too naïve.
“Yesterday at school, you protected me the whole time, didn’t you? That time when I was surrounded.”
Ah… Wait, you mean that?
How can you use such an embarrassing word as “protect” with a straight face?
I can’t do it.
“I was just gathering hate. That’s always been the case.”
I, on the other hand, hid my embarrassment.
When Cheena heard that,
“Iori, do they hate you?”
She was right on the target.
I can feel your worried gaze. It hurts, can you stop?
“…… Only a few people really hate me, so don’t worry about it.”
I replied as if I was talking about someone else.
Well, no matter how much she didn’t understand what she heard as it was japanese, she can still guess from the atmosphere yesterday.
At that time, we seemed to have arrived at the bus stop near the school, so I got off and parted ways with Cheena.
I stopped by the staff room and had a short discussion with Tachibana-sensei, the homeroom teacher, about Cheena, and then headed to the classroom.
If things like that keep going on, someday I might hit someone without a second thought.
I’m not a demon, though.
I didn’t want anyone to see me with Cheena on the way to school, so I let her go first, but I probably should have taken her to the staff room as well.
I hope she didn’t get into any trouble by going to the classroom first.
As I approached my classroom, I could hear the hustle and bustle of the Annual Super Small Talk every morning.
And my class seemed to be even noisier than usual.
I have a bad feeling about this.
I hurriedly opened the sliding door behind me and stepped out into the classroom.
Then I heard the loudest voices of the boys echoing in my ears.
“Well then, I guess you’re in, Chris!”
Oh, no.
This is so annoying.
Anyway, I have to figure out what’s going on.
Even if I asked Cheena herself, she wouldn’t know.
In fact, she’s waving a question mark around in her head.
If that’s the case, the best person to talk to is …
“Hey Soji-Soji, what’s the situation?”
Back right of the classroom.
A tall, yankee-like boy with sharp eyes sitting in a seat close to the entrance…I am asking Shimizu Soji how this situation came to be.
Soji looks like a yankee and has a rough attitude, but his behavior is rather normal.
(T/N: ‘Yanki’ is a Japanese slang for delinquent youths or simply rebellious teenagers. But I’ve never seen a Yankee as handsome as this Soji huehue~)
In addition, he was handsome
He is secretly popular among the girls as a scary guy who is different from the handsome guy, and there are rumors that these two are the only ones who can compete with Shiori.
They are also one of my few friends … and bad friends.
“Oh, you mean Kournikova-san. I didn’t hear all of it, but ……”
Soji replied with a cheek swab and a disinterested look on his face.
“It seems that the miha of the class are going to go swimming this weekend as a welcome party for Kournikova.”
“Ugh. That’s disgusting.”(T/N:I agree.)
(T/N: A miha is the Japanese shortened term for ‘mi hija’ which means that the person someone is referring to are people who are followers of the majority or new trends. So in this case, Soji is saying that the majority of their class wanted to go swimming.)
A/N: I really wonder where the event of swimming with friends occurs.
Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You and Greetings
Translated by Bunnybyun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 7: Yuck!
The next day.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning.
After doing my daily routine of running on the beach at the base, I went home and took a shower.
While getting dressed, I grilled some toast, brewed some coffee and started eating my breakfast.
At this point, it was 6:45.
Same time as usual, same routine as usual.
However, there was something very different from today.
After taking a bite on my bread and sipping some coffee the door suddenly opened and I heard a loud sound.
Bang!.
Cheena walked into the living room and our eyes met.
“Yori. Good morning.”
“Pfftf-!”
Oh, my God! I almost blew my coffee!
She just came out of nowhere!
I told you, you could come back anytime but aren’t this too early?
“Oh! Oh! Good morning, Cheena. You’re early.”
“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I showed up so suddenly.”
“No, I was just surprised when you came out of nowhere. I had said you could come, so you can come here whenever you want.”
I calmed down my breathing and looked at Cheena again.
She is wearing the school’s navy blue sailor suit with a white background.(T/N: Sailor suits are a type of school uniform highly recommended to search before reading.)
It’s summer now, so it’s short-sleeved.
The sailor suit worn by the Japanese is quite different when worn by the light-skinned Cheena.
I don’t know if it’s because the birthplace of sailors was in England, but the clothes themselves fitted her perfectly, maybe it’s better worn by the right people?
It may just be that Cheena is really beautiful and anything looks good on her.
“By the way, did you eat breakfast properly?”
I asked her as I chewed on my toast.
Cheena sat down across from me at the table.
“I haven’t eaten yet . I was not hungry. …”
She replied, with a little embarrassed expression.
Cheena was feeling a little tired from the summer heat.
It was understandable, coming from a rather cold area in Russia, the hot and humid environment in Japan is quite difficult for her.
She said she didn’t have much of an appetite yesterday, but when I made her some bukkake udon, she was curious and ate some of it.
(T/N: Bukkake udon is a simple Japanese noodle dish. It is made by pouring cold broth over chilled udon noodles, and then topping it with varieties of garnishes. Source: tasteatlas.com/Bukkake Udon)
So, I don’t think that skipping breakfast today is going to affect her immediately, but I’m still a bit worried.
I got up from my seat and grabbed a small cup of yogurt and a spoon.
“Just eat this for now.”
～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～
I left home and went on my way to school.
Since we had somehow decided to go together, we gave up our usual bike commute and took the bus.
On the bus, Cheena, who was sitting next to me and looking out the window, suddenly opened her mouth.
“Oh, by the way, thanks for yesterday.”
“Hmm? For what?”
I was silently fiddling with my phone, but I stopped and looked at Cheena when she spoke to me.
Her face was too close.
I silently looked away.
“What is it?”
I propped my elbows on the arm rest and asked again, deceptively.
I’ve always wondered if I’m too naïve.
“Yesterday at school, you protected me the whole time, didn’t you? That time when I was surrounded.”
Ah… Wait, you mean that?
How can you use such an embarrassing word as “protect” with a straight face?
I can’t do it.
“I was just gathering hate. That’s always been the case.”
I, on the other hand, hid my embarrassment.
When Cheena heard that,
“Iori, do they hate you?”
She was right on the target.
I can feel your worried gaze. It hurts, can you stop?
“…… Only a few people really hate me, so don’t worry about it.”
I replied as if I was talking about someone else.
Well, no matter how much she didn’t understand what she heard as it was japanese, she can still guess from the atmosphere yesterday.
At that time, we seemed to have arrived at the bus stop near the school, so I got off and parted ways with Cheena.
I stopped by the staff room and had a short discussion with Tachibana-sensei, the homeroom teacher, about Cheena, and then headed to the classroom.
If things like that keep going on, someday I might hit someone without a second thought.
I’m not a demon, though.
I didn’t want anyone to see me with Cheena on the way to school, so I let her go first, but I probably should have taken her to the staff room as well.
I hope she didn’t get into any trouble by going to the classroom first.
As I approached my classroom, I could hear the hustle and bustle of the Annual Super Small Talk every morning.
And my class seemed to be even noisier than usual.
I have a bad feeling about this.
I hurriedly opened the sliding door behind me and stepped out into the classroom.
Then I heard the loudest voices of the boys echoing in my ears.
“Well then, I guess you’re in, Chris!”
Oh, no.
This is so annoying.
Anyway, I have to figure out what’s going on.
Even if I asked Cheena herself, she wouldn’t know.
In fact, she’s waving a question mark around in her head.
If that’s the case, the best person to talk to is …
“Hey Soji-Soji, what’s the situation?”
Back right of the classroom.
A tall, yankee-like boy with sharp eyes sitting in a seat close to the entrance…I am asking Shimizu Soji how this situation came to be.
Soji looks like a yankee and has a rough attitude, but his behavior is rather normal.
(T/N: ‘Yanki’ is a Japanese slang for delinquent youths or simply rebellious teenagers. But I’ve never seen a Yankee as handsome as this Soji huehue~)
In addition, he was handsome
He is secretly popular among the girls as a scary guy who is different from the handsome guy, and there are rumors that these two are the only ones who can compete with Shiori.
They are also one of my few friends … and bad friends.
“Oh, you mean Kournikova-san. I didn’t hear all of it, but ……”
Soji replied with a cheek swab and a disinterested look on his face.
“It seems that the miha of the class are going to go swimming this weekend as a welcome party for Kournikova.”
“Ugh. That’s disgusting.”(T/N:I agree.)
(T/N: A miha is the Japanese shortened term for ‘mi hija’ which means that the person someone is referring to are people who are followers of the majority or new trends. So in this case, Soji is saying that the majority of their class wanted to go swimming.)
A/N: I really wonder where the event of swimming with friends occurs.
