Unspeakable bubbles

"Teacher, Yuko, she..." Bubble wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Misa Ohara.

"Alright, let's not talk about that guy now."

Seeing that the girl still seemed hesitant to speak, she gritted her teeth and said, "Sakakibara didn't mean it. I just accidentally missed it."

"Hehe, it's no big deal, don't bother with her."

Misa Ohara felt incredibly awkward saying those words.

Bubble believed it, and patted her chest: "That's good. Although Yu Zi can be rough at times, she definitely didn't mean it this time."

How do you know she didn't do it on purpose?

Without thinking, Misa Ohara blurted out.

She regretted it as soon as she said it; she had just played the forgiveness card. Now, however, her words were completely contradictory.

Bubble explained earnestly, "Although Yuko can be rough at times, Bubble knows she's a good person."

A good person? Misa Ohara almost burst out laughing.

The spasming facial muscles pulled at her wound, and she gasped, 'Calm down, calm down.'

Then, Misa Ohara said vaguely, "Right? But how do you know that Bubble is a good person? Quite a few people in the class have a lot of opinions about her."

"After releasing her, I tutored Bubble in her studies. When Bubble was eating alone, Yuko would come over to eat with her, and also..."

The little girl listed Yuko's good points, which made Misa Ohara feel increasingly uncomfortable.

"Okay, I understand."

She abruptly changed the subject: "Bubble, I saw you were playing ball and you looked really tired. Do you want to take a nap? The rest of the classes have been changed to self-study, so don't worry."

"Fortunately."

Bubble stretched her body, and the fatigue from not long ago seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if it had been a lie.

"Hmm, you must be hungry after exercising for so long."

"Bubble seems a little hungry."

"The teacher only brought drinks... By the way, Bubble, do you have any cookies or anything? Don't just keep reading, fill your stomach first."

Misa Ohara patiently coaxed her, taking out orange juice from behind her back while looking at the bubbles with great anticipation.

"Cookies? Let me look for them."

Without thinking much, the little girl started rummaging around the table.

A moment later, Bubble said, "There's one more piece; the rest are all eaten."

There really are more!?

Misa Ohara's heart was pounding, and her voice was distorted: "Then, take it out and eat it, eat it."

Just as Bubble was about to tear open the packaging of the bear-shaped biscuits, Misa Kohara suddenly screamed, "Ah!"

Ignoring the startled little girl, she quickly said, "Really, the teacher suddenly remembered that she still has a piece of bread left over from lunch in her pocket."

"The teacher can't eat a whole piece of bread, perfect, Bubble, aren't you hungry?"

"Here, take it. Oh, in exchange, give me that cookie you have; girls shouldn't eat too much at once."

After saying that, without waiting for the little girl's reply, Misa Ohara snatched the cookie from Bubble's hand.

"Teacher has to go to the hospital and won't be able to stay with you."

Having achieved her goal, Misa Ohara didn't linger and strode out of the room.

The whole process took only seven or eight seconds. By the time Bubble came to her senses, the bear-shaped biscuit in her hand was gone, and a bottle of orange juice and a piece of bread had appeared on the table.

The little girl blinked and said to the open door, "Then, the bubbles are starting."

Misa Ohara walked so fast it was as if someone was chasing her.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she looked back after leaving the dormitory and saw that Bubble hadn't followed her.

Misa Ohara could hardly believe that she had so easily obtained the coveted treasure.

She took out the cookie and examined it repeatedly against the sun.

"That's it."

Misa Ohara felt a surge of excitement; as a mysterious apprentice, she had a special feeling for this precious treasure.

Just holding it in her hand felt like her heart was being squeezed by a giant hand, giving her a strong feeling of suffocation.

"Baby, my sweet baby!"

She eagerly tore open the wrapper and swallowed the cookie in one bite.

Still not entirely reassured, Misa Ohara hesitated for a moment before folding the wrapper into a small square and eating it as well.

She stood frozen in place, for one second, two seconds, three seconds, without any change.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, the weather was clear and cloudless.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour, Misa Ohara stretched her body.

It seems to be the same as before.

She neither felt a significant increase in strength nor any other special sensations.

"Yes, this is definitely not immediate; the effects will gradually become apparent in the future."

Misa Ohara tried to reassure herself, but her heart was filled with unease.

I was a bit impulsive.

So focused on revenge, they overlooked the uncertainty of this mysterious item; it might have a positive effect on the bubbles, but not necessarily on themselves.

If it doesn't work, that's fine, but what if...?

"No, I have to go see the professor."

After calming herself down, Misa Ohara made the wisest choice at the moment.

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When Misa Ohara met Nakamura, she didn't get straight to the point; the same thing presented in different ways had completely different effects.

If she were to open her mouth and say that she impulsively ate that cookie out of greed and a desire for revenge, and now she is anxious and wants to ask you for advice, what would Nakamura think?

So, we need to take a roundabout approach first.

"Professor, this is my report."

Misa Ohara placed her hastily completed report on Nakamura's desk, paused, and then deliberately said in a wronged voice, "Professor, I've suffered a lot in order to thoroughly investigate Bubble."

"That Yuko really doesn't hold back."

Judging from Misa Ohara's current appearance and her pitiful tone, any normal man would feel indignant on her behalf.

Unfortunately, she was facing Nakamura, who was single-mindedly focused on breaking through his limits.

He simply replied with a "hmm," without even looking at Misa Ohara's so-called report.

"Misa, it's good to investigate actively, but don't involve Ikuko."

"This is a critical time, and it's essential to keep her in a good mood."

"..."

Misa Ohara was stunned for a moment. A good mood? How could she be kept in a good mood?

Your student was beaten up like this by her, and you're telling me you want to keep her in a good mood?

Your assistant of many years has suffered such a great injustice, and you actually tell me to keep a good mood!

Misa Ohara blushed and couldn't say a word.

Chapter 48 A Glimmer of Hope

In the end, Misa Ohara never asked the question.

Nakamura's reaction really angered her. She had thought that after following him for so many years, there must be some affection between them.

Yes, I know you value that Yuko a lot.

But you can't do this to me!

Nakamura didn't inquire about her injuries, and Misa Ohara didn't tell him about her reckless actions.

Filled with endless disappointment, Misa Ohara walked out the door.

"oops"

In the classroom, Kimiko cried out in alarm and collapsed.

"What's going on? This is the second time you've stepped on me today!"

Ignoring everything else, Akimoto Naoe immediately issued an angry rebuke.

"But, it's you," Kimiko tried to say something weakly, but Naoe didn't give her the chance.

"There's no 'but,' are you trying to say I did it on purpose?"

Naoe Akimoto spoke loudly, and while she was speaking, she secretly glanced at Ikuko.

Yuko was propping her head up as usual, her eyes closed, and it was unclear whether she had noticed what was happening around her.

"You're really useless, you can't even walk properly." Takano walked over, and she also looked at Ikuko casually.

"Kimiko, you should think carefully before you say anything, otherwise you might anger Naoe, and who knows what might happen next,"

"Oh, come on, you make me sound like some kind of dangerous person," Naoe said with a laugh. She and Takano exchanged a glance, subtly conveying their message.

"Why are you bullying me like this?" Kimiko looked at them blankly, completely baffled.

There's no reason why.

Naoe Akimoto's face darkened: "Seeing you so timid makes me angry... I don't intend to stoop to your level, but I don't want to let you off the hook."

Even though I haven't done anything wrong, can I be treated like this just because someone says they don't like me?