Chapter 11 (1/2)

THE PECULIARS’ TALE: CHAPTER 11

Translated by: whosays25

/11/ Begins

“One of the projects of the student council is for each section to have this comment box. This project’s motto is ‘Feel free to express’. I hope everyone will cooperate on this.”

They immediately agreed to Ireneo. At the table, there’ a box on it. It has a hole on the top and it was locked.

It’s been so long since I wanted to take my seat but I’m actually here standing beside him. I wonder, why did he need me to be in the front?

“One more thing, as you can see, I’m with our second cla.s.s representative.”

What a joke.

“Please be good to her.” He said with a smile, a smile tainted with mockery.

Now what am I? A transferee? A transferee to the h.e.l.lish life? They reluctantly clapped. I know, this is awkward. I saw that Morris is not clapping. He’s glaring at Ireneo.

I can no longer contain myself and began laughing at front. I saw from the edge of my vision that Ireneo’s smile vanished. And that they stopped clapping. I’m sure they are wondering why I suddenly burst out laughing.

Why else could it be? It’s because they looked silly. It’s very laughable. No, they are very laughable. I tried hard composing myself so that I could stop laughing. Okay, okay. I know I looked crazy. I just can’t help it.

n.o.body attempted to break the silence so I went and told them, “He’s right.” I said. “Please be good to me, please.” Take note: with full of sarcasm.

I’m not scared at all. Somehow, I found this exciting. It seems my boring life has now a little thrill. It’s the same feeling I got when I was still trailing Sabina. Speaking of Alexi Sabina, she’s there, quietly sitting. She’s no longer how she used to be after her secret was made known to the school.

“So, we’re going to place this box at the back. And, Jill,’

How dare him to call me with my first name…

“Here’s the key.” Which I took from him.

I was on my way back to my place when Ireneo suddenly obstructed me.

“I know you did it on purpose.” He whispered. “…miss Rank Forty.”

“What do you mean?” I said while trying to act naively.

But wow, he actually guessed that it’s intentional? Oh, I almost forgot that he’s smart. Ireneo didn’t answer. I just let him pa.s.sed by me before I went back to my seat. And the moment I sit there? The life of being rank forty… begins.

“Please bring out your text books and open it on page sixty four.” The terror math teacher said.

I brought out my book from under my desk but I found out that they made a mess out of it using a marker. Also, there’s no page sixty-four. So, I just placed it back there again.

Okay, so this is it? This is only how they bully the rank 40 holder? How boring.

Suddenly, someone threw a math book to my desk. When I glanced at my left, it’s Morris. That’s when my math teacher arrived.

“Mr. Morris, where is your book?”

“I forgot it, Sir.”

“It’s good that at least you didn’t forget your brain. Stand at the back!”

I scanned the book.

Advanced Calculus

George Morris

2-B

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