I (30), Who Works for a Black Company and Died While Regretting My Gloomy Life, Started Over From High School!

Chapter 101: Shijouin-san Avoided Me

The first day of the second semester began with clear skies.

In the still sweltering heat, classmates I hadnt seen in a while arrived at school, each seeming to carry the weariness of the end-of-summer break.

However, as expected of youthful energy, after just a short while, everyone seemed to get back into the swing of things, chatting and catching up with friends they hadnt seen in a while throughout the classroom.

(I remember in my previous life, the end of summer break was always so painful, and I couldnt understand why those outgoing kids would say things like, Being with friends at school is more fun than staying at home!)

But now, I can somewhat understand that feeling. Now that I dont have to fear my surroundings anymore, the lively atmosphere of this classroom is quite pleasant.

Hey, can you help me copy the homework? and Hey, how was the camp with the club members?words like these reached my ears, and for some reason, it made me smile.

Um Sorry, Niihama. I still have hazy memories, but I vaguely recall you and that driver taking care of us when we were drunk and staggering said Ginji, Kazamihara, and Fudehashi as they lined up in front of me with guilty looks on their faces.

We still dont know who bought the alcohol in the first place Well, it was quite a hassle, but

Dont worry about it. You didnt cause any trouble, and besides, the barbecue was almost over anyway.

As I smiled and waved off their concerns, the three of them heaved sighs of relief, their expressions softening.

Oh, phew. If you say so, I guess the guilt eases a bit. By the way Our memories of that time are quite fuzzy, but Did we say anything embarrassing? asked Kazamihara timidly.

Well, its understandable that shes uneasy when he doesnt remember what he said.

Well, Ill go one by one First, Ginji, you dont need to worry. You were a bit of a crybaby, but what you said didnt change much.

Is that so? Well, Im relieved, but its a bit disappointing that Im just too ordinary to make it into the conversation later

Indeed, when youre drunk, what you say reflects your suppressed feelings and true thoughts, but youre just a regular otaku without any particular peculiarities, so you wont say anything dangerous.

As for Kazamihara Ah, I never knew you were so grateful to me.

Huh? Wait, what did I say!? Whats with that gentle look on your face!?

Its okay, Kazamihara. You may always have a poker face and act like a cold-hearted, dry-tongued office lady, but I know you genuinely care about your friends.

Finally, Fudehashi Umm, just forget about it for the sake of your honor as a girl.

Huh, whaaat!? Hey, what does that mean!? What did I do!?

That reaction is natural, but it cant be helped.

The truth is, Fudehashi at that time was the complete opposite of her usual athletic, healthy, and beautiful girl selfit was more like a perverted old man.

I know its hard to not be concerned, but just forget about it, Fudehashi. Oh, but once you can handle alcohol, make sure youre aware of your limits. If you get drunk at a university club or something, it could affect you later on.

You expect me to forget about it? Thats impossible!

As Fudehashi glared at me, I averted my gaze and ignored her.

Its true that I could tell her if she really wanted to know, but theres no way I could say something like that in the middle of this class.

Huh? Oh, it looks like Shijouin-san is here.

At Ginjis words, the atmosphere reset, and the two girls and I directed our gazes towards the beautiful girl who entered the classroom.

(Oh Shes still cute in her school uniform.)

As I looked at her long, glossy black hair and her too adorable appearance, the fact that we had snuggled up to each other at the beach felt like a lie.

I was worried about what would happen after I got drunk and fell asleep, but yesterday, after talking with Kanako, I was so exhausted from the day before that I ended up sleeping until night and missed the timing to send a text.

Good morning, Shijouin-san. Are you feeling better now?

I approached Shijouin-sans seat and greeted the girl I hadnt seen for two days. This casual interaction was my greatest weapon in my second life and a result of the connection I had built up with Shijouin-san in this life.

Thats what I thought, but

!

(What!?)

Normally, Shijouin-san would respond to my greeting with a smile, but as soon as she saw my face, she quickly averted her gaze.

It wasnt that she couldnt hear my voice or that someone else called her. She reacted to my voice and presence and deliberately turned away, not wanting to see me.

Uh Uhm, Shijouin-san?

I-Ill, Ill be right back, going to the restroom!

Without showing me her face at all, Shijouin-san hurriedly left the classroom. I was left standing there, dumbfounded, frozen in the same pose as when I called out to her.

(She turned away from me and ran away? She didnt even want to look at my face, couldnt bear being in my presence?)

I was hit with an unexpected reaction, and it felt like the ground beneath my feet suddenly disappeared, plunging me into an abyss.

My entire body felt as frozen as the Arctic Ocean, and I knew countless cracks were forming in my glass heart.

And in an instant, all my vitality withered away, and I inevitably collapsed on the classroom floor.

Huh? Oh no! Niihama seems to be dead!

Whats wrong? Is it severe heat exhaustion?

Oh no! His face looks like a zombie, and his breathing is shallow!

Seriously! Harukas attitude is mysterious, but I cant tell if Niihama is mentally strong or weak!

I could hear my classmates panicking and fretting, but it had no effect on my heart, which was suffering from a fatal blow.

Shijouin-san disliked me.

I wanted to die.

(TLN) Today is queue day! That means I will be filling up the queue for next weeks chapters tonight. If you want to be able to binge them all in one sitting, head on over to ko-fi in the morning tomorrow!