Unspeakable bubbles

Thinking back to that time in the cafeteria when I was able to convince Bubble to some extent, I feel incredibly lucky.

No, it can't be called persuasion.

Perhaps, subconsciously, she did not reject what she had said at the time, which is why she accepted it to some extent.

'That blockhead!' Yuko thought indignantly.

God knows how much effort I've put in these past few days; the repeated failures have left me exhausted.

Today, Ikuko Sakakibara has finally decided to give up.

Otherwise, I might wake up one day and find my hair falling out at such a young age.

It's strange, but I haven't resorted to violence all this time.

Normally, she would have taken action long ago.

Yuko pondered her own thoughts, wondering if Bubble's fighting skills were no less than her own.

Well, I'm not someone who's afraid of trouble.

If she were to back down simply because it would pose a threat to her, she would have given up on causing trouble for Nakamura long ago.

After much deliberation, Sakakibara Ikuko finally came to a conclusion.

"Because she is a bubble."

It was because of that soft, energetic, carefree bubble that I felt a tiny bit reluctant to part with it.

Thinking about how Bubble cried and wailed under his fists always made him feel suffocated.

'This is unbelievable.'

Instinctively, Yuko was unwilling to admit her special feelings for Bubbles.

I'm Yuuko, who's completely lawless. It's ridiculous that I can't bear to do anything about it!

In an instant, a fierce glint flashed in Yuko's eyes.

If this plan is abandoned, there is another plan that has been underway for some time.

Not resorting to violence... is fine too, because 'violence' is often not just about fists.

Just as Yuko was determined to accelerate another project, Bubble looked at her friend with concern.

Rarely, the little girl whispered in class, "Kimiko, have you been eating well lately?"

She hasn't been in the new dorm for long, how come Kimiko has lost so much weight?

Not only that, Kimiko's mental state is also very bad.

If you can spot even bubbles at a glance, then you can spot anyone else.

Unfortunately, neither the classmates nor the teachers paid any attention to it.

"I don't have much of an appetite."

In response to Bubble's concern, Kimiko only vaguely replied with a few words.

She was so tired, so exhausted, that she even contemplated suicide.

Death would bring relief, wouldn't it? With just a gentle jump, all the pain would vanish, as long as...

"Kimeko" Bubble shook her hand vigorously. For some reason, she felt as if her friend was about to disappear.

"Bubble"

Staring blankly at her deskmate, a glimmer of light returned to Kimiko's eyes.

Yes, we can't just leave like this.

There are still people, there are still people who need me.

Kimiko rubbed her face to make herself look more energetic.

"Are you keeping up with your studies? Oh, I'm so sorry these past few days, I've been thinking about my own things all the time."

"After class, I'll teach you if there's anything you don't understand."

Bubble was happy when his friend suddenly perked up.

"Mmm," she nodded emphatically and smiled happily.

The students below the podium were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, and Misa Ohara was not having an easy time either.

She behaved strangely, talking for a while and then pausing, occasionally staring blankly at the back of her hand.

She was already just going through the motions in class, but now it's gotten even more outrageous.

After a short, disjointed lesson, she hurriedly said, "The rest of the class will be self-study."

After saying that, he jogged out of the classroom.

Section 55, Chapter 055: Procrastination

As soon as Misa Ohara returned to her dorm, she threw her coat on the floor and staggered into the bathroom to examine herself closely in the mirror.

At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. After hesitating for a moment, she began to remove her clothes one by one.

Soon, a strange body appeared in the mirror.

Thick, long black hair covered his chest and back, and his originally soft body had grown strong muscles.

Upon seeing herself in the mirror, Misa Ohara let out a scream.

"Damn it, damn it!"

She angrily yanked at the long hair on her body, but only managed to pull out a single strand, causing her pain.

She picked up the scissors, but the long black hair was too tough to cut.

She then pulled a lighter from her bag, the red flame licking her body.

But let alone burning those disgusting things, Misa Ohara couldn't even feel the temperature of the flames.

She approached the flame with trembling fingers, and sure enough!

The fingers burned by the flames felt no pain.

Numbly watching this scene, Misa Ohara knew she was in big trouble.

What is this? Trading this body hair for solid muscles and the ability to withstand high temperatures?

If it were a man, he might be able to think more positively.

But Misa Ohara couldn't; she hated her current body.

Moreover, who knows if this anomaly will continue?

Misa Ohara gritted her teeth and put her clothes back on, one by one. Only after covering all those disgusting hairs did she feel a little better.

Misa Kohara knows very well why things turned out this way, but the problem is, what can she do now?

As a mysterious apprentice, she does possess some knowledge, but that does little to resolve the current situation.

It seems the only solution is to seek help from the professor.

To be honest, Misa Ohara's opinion of her mentor has plummeted due to recent events, and she is unwilling to ask him for help unless absolutely necessary.

But now is the last resort!

Misa Ohara sighed, her longing for the mysterious fading somewhat without her realizing it.

If the price of delving into the mysterious is constantly experiencing these dangerous and bizarre events, then she would rather be an ordinary teacher.

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"Mentor, I'm in trouble."

In the office, Misa Ohara said bitterly.

"trouble?"

Upon hearing this word, Nakamura's brows furrowed involuntarily. He was at a critical moment and dreaded hearing the word 'trouble'.

However, this disciple has followed me for so many years, so if it's not a big problem, I'll help her out.

Thinking this, Nakamura paused for a moment, then asked in a kind tone, "What kind of trouble is it?"

Misa Ohara first turned around and locked the door, then took off her clothes one by one in front of Nakamura.

Nakamura looked at her calmly until Misa Ohara's body was fully exposed, at which point his expression changed drastically.

"this......"

He walked up to Misa Ohara and carefully observed the strange hairs.

When did this happen?

"It started about three days ago."

Misa Ohara said with a long face, "At first there was only a little bit, who knew..."

"Why didn't you come to find me sooner!"

Nakamura's tone was stern: "Can this kind of thing be delayed?"

Seeing that Misa Ohara was stammering and unable to speak, Nakamura sighed: "Tell me the whole story in detail. It seems you're not completely ignorant."

"Don't hide anything!" Nakamura added after a pause.

At this point, Misa Ohara dared not have any other thoughts.

She honestly told Nakamura everything about the conflict between her and Yuko, and how she had obtained the mysterious item from Bubble through a combination of deception and theft in order to get revenge on her.

Nakamura's face showed no emotion, but he was already incredibly angry inside.

For such a trivial matter, you not only tried to harm my test subject, but also couldn't control your greed and ate that cookie?

How could I have such a stupid student like you!

These words were on the tip of his tongue, but Nakamura swallowed them back down.

Now that things have come to this, simply scolding him will not only fail to solve the problem, but will also make this fool even more dissatisfied with himself.