He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"Haha, it really has nothing to do with me, but our school recently wants to raise the deviation value of the school. People like her who frequently violate discipline and have bad behavior, whether it is the student council or the school, they want to expel them."

"so?"

"In order for Nikaido's studies to proceed smoothly, as his teacher, I can certainly manipulate his grades, as long as Nikaido pays a small price."

"Do you think you deserve to be a teacher by using such despicable methods to lure high school students?"

“It’s just an equivalent exchange. I took the risk of changing her grades, and she only had to pay a small physical price.” As he spoke, Mr. Okada patted Shirakawa’s shoulder again. “Of course, as long as you don’t meddle and do me a few small favors, I can also manipulate your grades. I can also try to get you recommendation letters and guaranteed admission to good universities…” Shirakawa pushed away Okada’s dirty hand and then brushed his hand off the shoulder that Okada had touched.

"Stop disgusting me. I'm not the same kind of scum as you."

"I see." Mr. Okada paused. "Come in."

A tall, muscular man walked in through the door. He had a buzz cut, strange tattoos on his upper arm, and a fierce look on his face.

"Bring him his phone," Okada ordered.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Shirakawa retreated repeatedly, protecting his phone.

However, the difference in size and strength is too great.

The tattooed man still managed to steal the phone.

The tattooed man made a few movements, then turned to Okada and said, "He didn't record it."

"I thought he was quite clever, but it turns out he's just an overly enthusiastic young punk." Okada sneered.

The tattooed man tossed the phone back to Shirakawa.

Okada and the tattooed man walked outside the library.

"Hey, wait a minute." Shirakawa tried to catch up, but was pushed away by the tattooed man.

"You'd better just stay here and wait."

Bang.

The door was slammed shut.

Shirakawa chased after him, repeatedly turning the doorknob, but to no avail.

Damn it, how can this broken door be locked from the outside and not opened from the inside? That doesn't make sense!

Okada must have gone to see Nikaido. Who knows how well Okada has managed to fool that stubborn, headstrong girl like Nikaido?

But how do we get out now?

Shirakawa picked up his phone; there were no contacts on it.

This also means there's no one who can help.

No, it seems there is one.

Shirakawa typed Jackie's ID into LINE.

Although I was reluctant, playing boring card games did make me remember her ID.

A cat avatar wearing a skull mask appears on the screen.

His name is: Jackic.

It must be her.

Friend request sent successfully.

The other party has successfully added you as a friend.

So fast?

Shirakawa: Hey, I need your help with something.

Jackie: You asked a newly acquainted friend to help you?

Shirakawa: I'm sorry, you're the only one I can contact. I'll do whatever you ask afterward, but please help me now.

Jackie: What are you doing?

Shirakawa: Could you come to the library?

Jackie: Do you want to go on a date with me? I don't like reading.

Shirakawa: No, I was locked in the library by someone and I can't get out.

Jackie: Haha, that way you can skip class legitimately! Just ask the security guard to let you out near the end of the school day. (Plan in place/emoji)

Shirakawa: I have urgent business to attend to.

Jackie: Need to use the restroom? Just find a bottle.

Shirakawa: It's really urgent, please.

Jackie: Okay~ I was just kidding, I'm on my way.

A few minutes later.

“Knock, knock, who is there?” Jackie’s voice came from outside the door.

"Sister, stop telling knocking jokes. Could you please help me figure out how to open this door?"

"Oh dear~ there's a small lock on the outside of the door, I can't open it without the key."

"What should we do then?" Shirakawa asked anxiously.

"There's another way, though it's ridiculous."

"any solution?"

"This is the third floor. You can jump out of the window."

"Jump down?" Shirakawa looked out the window. Below was a lawn with a small shrub in the middle.

The third floor is at a rather ambiguous height, higher than the second floor but lower than the fourth floor.

Jumping from the second floor might result in a sprained ankle at most, but jumping from the fourth floor would most likely result in a fracture.

"Hey, I was just saying, you're not really planning to jump off the third floor, are you?" Jackie asked incredulously when she heard no sound from the library.

Shirakawa did not reply; he was still measuring the not-too-high, not-too-low height with his gaze.

"I'll go ask the teacher if they have a key now. Don't worry, just wait calmly," Jackie said at the door, then jogged off to find the teacher.

That's true, there's no need to do something so dangerous. Let's wait a little while; Okada might not have found Nikaido yet.

hum~

My phone started ringing again.

[Misaki Nikaido is in critical condition; the mission is about to fail. 10 minutes remaining.]

what's the situation?

How urgent is an emergency situation?

If left unchecked, Nikaido may suffer severe psychological or physical trauma. Please make your decision carefully.

Shirakawa glanced down again.

I recalled how I stayed up all night working hard to create a redemptive ending for Nikaido and the other heroines.

I've already traveled through time, how can I still be timid and hesitant?

Shirakawa gripped the railing, aiming at the bushes below.

Using shrubs as a buffer should not be a big problem.

Shirakawa took a deep breath and jumped down.

The feeling of weightlessness is like being on a pirate ship, with your body having nothing to rely on, letting yourself fall freely.

I aimed at the bush, grabbed it tightly, and it cushioned my fall.

He then fell onto the lawn.

Shirakawa felt as if his entire body, including his internal organs and even his soul, had suddenly plummeted and embedded themselves in the grass.

it hurts.

This was Shirakawa's first reaction.

still alive.

This was Shirakawa's second reaction.

Time continues to slip away, little by little.

Shirakawa forced himself to stand up.

There was nothing seriously wrong, but a long, bloody gash appeared on his right hand.

I got scratched while pulling up some bushes.

The burning pain from the wound felt like a warning.

This serves as a warning to Shirakawa that even as a transmigrator, he cannot act recklessly.

Shirakawa pressed his wound and ran wildly toward the classroom.