Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World

Chapter 79. [Anecdotal Middle School Life]

[Iroha! I’ll Make You My Girlfriend! I’ll even go out with you!]

Junior high school classroom.

A boy was suddenly confessed to me.

What the hell?

What happened out of the blue?

No, wait, maybe I’m looking at it wrong.

Maybe I’m just looking at it the wrong way.

[Hey, I said I’ll go out with you!]

Oh, I wasn’t mistaken.

I mean, I pity this male student too.

He didn’t even realize he was confessing his feelings to a guy and said, “No, thank you.”

[Why? How could I be rejected?]

Ah, I had unconsciously turned him down.

The other male student, perhaps not expecting to be rejected, rolled his eyes and mouth. I mean, —-.

“Who are you, to begin with?” Oh, wait a minute. I think I recognize him. I wondered what it was.

As I was thinking, a male student started shaking and trembling.

“Wait, are you okay?”

“Bi?”

[Bieeeeeeeeeeee! Mom aaaaaaaaah!?]

“Eeeeee……?”

The boy ran away crying.

Hey, I’m sorry about something.

But confessing to someone you don’t know well, and in a situation where many around, even the opposite sex would have a hard time.

Learning from mistakes like this, men become stronger.

[As expected of the Four Heavenly Kings, Iroha is strong.]

[I told you, the god Iroha is not interested in love!]

[And the other guy is that mothercon Shitennou. Oh, it was the former one.]

The surrounding students are whispering about it.

Ah~~! I finally remember!

It’s the former Four Heavenly Kings!

The one who took I took his place and fell from the throne of the Four Heavenly Kings.

I’m even more sorry.

I don’t know. Do I, or rather Iroha, have an attribute to be favored by people who take pity on me?

Well, I hate that.

[She dumped him without even taking off her earphones.]

One of my classmates said.

I look away and say, “Oh shit.” Suddenly, I forgot to remove my earphones.

Lately, I’ve been spending time at school with my earphones in.

And even with the earphones in, I could understand what people were saying.

Yes, I can even “lip-read” now.

Of course, this wasn’t the case from the beginning.

When I blocked auditory information with the earphones to suppress the outburst of my ability, I began to learn indiscriminately from visual information this time.

The ability was longer ignoring my will, and inputting on its own.

And I can’t live with my eyes closed, no matter how much I want to.

“… Ugh.”

Damn it, again! My head was getting hot.

I lay face down on the desk, trying to lessen the burden as much as possible.

* * *

The days passed quickly after that.

What happened during that time?

For example, the classic class visits.

To my horror, the parents around me were all very well paid.

Doctors, lawyers, politicians, bureaucrats. And there was the internationality of the ethnic groups.

Doctors were available in surgery, internal medicine, pediatrics, obstetrics, and gynecology. So much so that the parents of this school alone could build a general hospital.

Many seemed to be diplomats in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and covered many majors.

Because of this situation, my mom is floating. Or rather, she was sinking. She was acting suspicious the whole time.

When she returned home, she said, “What are those people? They all had a tremendous aura about them!” She cried to me.

Yes, yes, it was scary.

But that doesn’t mean you need to get a cat to heal yourself, right?

* * *

And then, yes, the periodic review.

The week after it was finally held.

The scores were read out and the test was returned in order from the top to the bottom.

As this was a preparatory school, the test scores were equal to the treatment.

For example, when returning a test to a student who scored in the 90s.

“You did a great job! Keep up the good work!”

The teacher encourages with a smile.

However, when their score is less than 60.

“Remember, everyone. These are the idiots who scored below average this time.”

And they are made to stand in front of the podium.

The student who got a bad score, and the student on the other side of the room who is shown the bad score aren’t happy.

What? What about me?

Yes, I was made to stand up, but only for one subject.

But the teacher was surprisingly kind.

The stares from my classmates weren’t like looking at something tragic.

I was the first one to be called by name in English.

The difficulty level of the tests was not unusual for a preparatory school, and I was told that I had scored 90 or more in one subject,

If you scored 90 or above in even one subject, your classmates and teachers would give you a second glance.

[Well, she has other subjects]

They overlook it.

It is a meritocracy.

Also, the overall grades were posted on the bulletin board.

The top 100 students in the grade were listed with their names and scores.

If you are one of the top 100, you’ll be accepted to the school of your first choice.

As for me, I was one of the top 100, though just barely.

It was a good result I could not believe I was standing in front of a podium.

That was because my Japanese, algebra, and geometry had improved rapidly in the past month.

These subjects require the ability to “read and understand” problem texts.

…… It was an effect of my ability to learn on my own.

* * *

One last thing.

[Irohaaaaaaa! Fight with me!]

“Wow, here we go again.”

I had recently become involved with one of the boys.