Kenkyo Kenjitsu: The Reika-sama Chronicles 232

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I hate work. I hate life. Usually by this time of year my work is winding down.

This year it’s winding up, and now that I have a work laptop with VPN I’m apparently expected to just worry about work over the goddamned weekend too.

Except the guy who I was told to ask to fix the data hasn’t done anything all weekend because he’s overworked and his kids are probably still sick, so tomorrow I have to go in and explain that no, nothing has reprocessed over the weekend.

I was tempted to just fix it myself because it didn’t look too hard, but if I buggered it up it’d cause even more problems. So instead I’ve just been agonising about it all weekend.

And that’s about where my life has been. Also Code Vein.

At least the next chapter is half done.


Mary-san, urban legend.

That day the girl was moving houses, so she threw away an old doll of Western-make named Mary.

That night her phone rang.

“It’s Mary. I’m at the garbage collection…”

Frightened, the girl hung up, but the phone began ringing again.

“It’s Mary. I’m at the corner of the tobacco shop.”

Eventually the call came that said, “It’s Mary. I’m in front of your house.”

Although the girl was scared, she gathered her courage and opened her front door, but nobody was there.

Just as she felt relief that it must have been somebody’s prank, the phone rang again.

“It’s Mary. I’m behind you.”


And so I made my way to my clubroom.

It was a shame that my interest in wool felting had died down a little because there wasn’t anything I really wanted to make now. Without anything better to do I began making rounds around the room to see how my club members were going.

There hadn’t been any problems when us 3rd Years were away on vacation, and everyone was having fun today too.

Wonderful, wonderful.

I spotted a group of new 1st Years chatting happily while they worked on their craft projects, so I made my way over.

“Gokigen’yoh, everybody. Is there everything all right? If anything is troubling you, as your Club President I encourage you to approach me,” I said with my best smile.

“W-We understand!”

Unfortunately they reacted by stopping everything they were doing and huddling together timidly.

I felt a bit like a sheepdog herding some innocent lambs…

“My, is there any need to stand on ceremony like that? We are all fellow club members, so just make yourselves at home.”

“We understand…”

These kids have been members for about a month now, but to my chagrin they weren’t warming up to me, despite opening up to all their other upperclassmen.

This wouldn’t do. I was supposed to be the approachable club president.

I’m not a sheepdog, girls~ My wool might be a bit long but I’m just a cute lamb like you~

I took a seat nearby to signal that I wasn’t intending on leaving but the girls just openly gawked at me.

Yes, that’s right, I’m staying.

Smile at max power, I examined what they were working on, one by one.

“What is it that you girls are making?” I tried, to which they reacted by hesitantly showing me their craft work.

“My, a quilt,” I exclaimed. “Do you already have plans for it?”

“Yes, I was thinking of making a cushion cover…”

“How splendid! Are these the designs? How lovely. I look forward to seeing how it looks when it is finished. Do try your best.”

I turned to the others. “And are you two girls working on embroidery?”

“Yes… Umm, I was cross-stitching a book cover.”

“Me too…” added the other girl.

“I see. Stitching for your book cover. How wonderful. Are you making matching covers?”

“No, I was using this design…”

“And I was using this as a reference…”

I looked at the designs they were holding out. Ooh, how cute.

Cross-stitching was on the simple side of handicrafts, so maybe I could do it too.

“Perhaps I should give it a go,” I mused.

“Eh, you, Reika-senpai?”

“Yes. Seeing your work has made me interested in trying it for myself.”

“I see… Reika-senpai, your speciality lies in needle felting, isn’t it?”

“Well, I would hardly call it a speciality but…”

Mostly it was just stabbing a needle into something for stress relief, and because I had nothing better to do.

“Felting is fun but recently I have been looking for something different to tackle. Might you have any suggestions?”

“Suggestions…”

The 1st Years exchanged a glance. Then the girl with the quilt suggested, “Then how about tatting?”

“Natori-san here is actually great with lacing, and she’s working on tatting lace right now. Right, Natori-san?”

“Eh!?”

“My, is that so?”

I watched as the smallest and shiest girl amongst them panic at the sudden attention. I see.

In her hand was the boat shuttle that she was using to weave her lace.

A shuttle is a tool designed to neatly and compactly store a holder that carries the thread of the weft yarn while weaving with a loom.

“So weaving lace is your speciality?”

“Eh? No, I’m not good enough that it’s a speciality yet… but… yes, I like lacing. Ummm, my grandmother taught me…” she mumbled. “I wasn’t good with anything except for the crochet hook, but then Minami-senpai said that… if I like lace so much then I should try other methods as well, and he taught me tatting lacing.”

“My!” I exclaimed. “Minami-kun did?”

To think that our only male club member wasn’t only skilled with embroidery but was a lacing expert too!

And not only were his skills incredible, he knew how to look out for his underclassmen as well.

Maybe I’d just found my best candidate for next Club President!

I reminded myself to see what the Vice President thought of this.

“In that case might I trouble you to teach me?”

“I couldn’t! How could I possibly have anything to teach you, Reika-sama…!?” Natori-san exclaimed in horror.

Regardless, I picked up a weaving shuttle and some spare thread and just waited.

As the Club President, it was important that I interacted with my club members.

“What are you making now?”

“I, I’m working on a beaded lace hairpiece for a dog…”

“Goodness, a hairpiece?!”

Natori-san held out a number of five-petaled flowers made from beads and lace. The flowers were being joined together to form the hair ornament.

“How lovely~ Please do allow me to help!”

“Ehh!?”

What comes to mind when I think of lacing are useless white quilts that you’d find in a granny’s house, but the hair accessory on this design sheet looked really cute.

A handmade hairpiece for your pet dog, huh?

If I mentioned this to Umewaka-kun he’d probably try it himself.

After calming Natori-san down I had her teach me tatting lacing.

In short the only real difference was whether you were using a shuttle or a crochet hook, right?

I’d already used a crochet hook to knit a doll before, so I’d manage. Easy peasy.

──I was a fool for thinking that.

It was crazy hard…

The threads used for lacing were really thin so it was a real pain to unlace the parts I got wrong.

Still, since Natori-san was trying her utmost to teach me, it wouldn’t do to quit now.

Ah, I missed a hole. Do over!

“So, have you been adjusting to the high school environment?” I asked while struggling with the lace. “Please feel free to talk to me about any worries you might have, whether it concerns handicrafts or just your school life in general.”

In fact, I’d probably give better advice if it didn’t concern handicrafts.

The girl who introduced me to tatting lace turned to Natori-san.

“Say, Natori-san? Since Reika-senpai offered, why not talk to her about it…?”

“My. Does something trouble you? If there is anything I can do to help, I would be more than happy to assist,” I offered.

“No… Umm…”

Natori-san lowered her gaze and seemed to struggle with whether she wanted to speak up or not, so her friend did so for her.

“The truth is that Natori-san has had some trouble getting closer to her classmates.”

“Some trouble…? Is she being bullied!?”

If that was the case then this was huge.

As the Club President I couldn’t just sit by while my precious members were being bullied!

If people were picking on her then I’d descend upon their classroom and teach them some manners, starting with the ringleader of the scoundrels who thought they could harass my cute kouhai!

I was getting ready to declare war when the girls must have noticed something because they began to frantically tell me that nobody was being bullied.

Oh. She wasn’t? We could still attack them first though?

After a bit of explanation, the story was as follows.

Even though Natori-san was an External Student transferring in from another school, a stroke of bad luck saw her down with a flu right after our school term began.

Thanks to that she missed the class trip for bonding with the Externals. It was the same class trip where the Externals had to perform a side show for the Internals, meaning that she had missed bonding with the other Externals too.

By the time she was coming to school again the class trip had already resulted in a number of cliques forming, so it was hard for her to even get a foot in.

Of course, things might not have been so bad if we had some other club members in her class.

After all, we had quite a number of new club members this year.

Unfortunately she was suffering from bad luck again, because she was the only entrant from her class.

“It isn’t so bad at lunch because I can have lunch with my friends in the club, but between classes I just sit at my desk alone…”

“That does sound awful.”

“And also… If people keep seeing me alone, I’m worried they’ll wonder what’s wrong with me…”

“Aah~”

Of course.

If there was just one loner in the classroom, you’d start to wonder if she had no friends, or if people hated her, or if she was being bullied or something, right?

“I can certainly understand how you feel,” I nodded to myself.

The girls looked a little startled. Did they think it wasn’t something I worried about?

The truth was that every year I still got nervous about class changes.

Thanks to attending Zui’ran since primary school, you could say I got along with a lot of people. Certainly the chance of being in a class with a friend was high for me.

That didn’t mean that I didn’t agonise about the off-chance of being stuck in a class on my own. Worse yet, what if I ended up in a class filled with girls from Tsuruhana-san’s group?

Geez, it was something I worried about every day, okay?

I think everyone goes through something like this.

“Reika-sama, what do you think she should do?” her friend asked, while stroking the her back reassuringly.

“Well…” I hummed.

It would be best if she could be more proactive in talking to her classmates, of course, but the problem was that she couldn’t do that.

Hmmm, then what if we addressed the fact that she was alone between classes…?

I recalled the time in my past life when I was being ignored by my classmates.

“Perhaps this calls for a book,” I suggested.

“A… book?” she asked.

“Yes, a book. At least with a book you can present your lack of interaction as voluntary and deliberate. And they are a wonderful way to pass the time. Of course you could do the same with a mobile, but then you risk the chance of appearing like an addict.”

“Huh…”

I think back then I might have been using my little sister’s book about Japan’s most haunted locations. No idea why I had chosen that of all things, but it turned out to be pretty interesting.

Before long I was using every break between periods to devour that book. Classmates who were drawn in by its title came over to read it with me, which was a plus as well.

They stopped ignoring me after that. Thank you, Japan’s Most Haunted.

Oh. Or could it be that my obsessing over ghost haunts was beginning to creep them out, so they stopped ignoring me out of fear?

“Ideally you would be getting to know your classmates better, no? In that case I would suggest a best seller, and see if that attracts the interest of anyone.”

I couldn’t exactly suggest a book about haunted locations, so it had to be something else that would draw attention.

“I understand. I’ll bring a book tomorrow.”

Pleased at her willingness to listen to me, I began to list more suggestions.

“Paying some attention to your accessories might help. A pen or a pouch with a lovely design is signalling to your classmates that you have an interest in these sorts of things, and might draw girls of like interests,” I explained. “Perhaps some hand-made accessories too. It would be telling everyone that you are a member of the handicrafts club, and with some luck might begin more conversations.”

And if it went really well, could I maybe even bag some new members!?

“I understand. I’ll do my best tomorrow!” Natori-san clenched her fist around her weaving shuttle.

Mhm! Do your best!

“But I would never have thought you would give such specific advice, Reika-senpai,” she added.

“I was surprised too,” her friend added.

I laughed. “Huhu, I hope this has been of some help.”

If you couldn’t start the conversation, then you had to bait in people who would. I called it the fly trap method.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea to see what topics everyone else thought would be interesting. I decided to find out.

“So what topics do you 1st Year girls find interesting?” I broached.

“Interesting? Hmmm, well we’ve only just entered Zui’ran so we share what we’ve learned about the school.”

“There’s so much we don’t know.”

“Right, right. Especially the Pivoi-… Ah!”

Hm? What’s this, what’s this?

She cut off midway, but I heard ‘Pivoi-‘ in there.

“Were you about to say ‘Pivoine’?” I asked.

“Ah… Yes. I’m sorry!”

“You can talk about it,” I assured them. “I take it that you girls have some interest in it?”

“…Yes.”

They all gave me meek nods.

I see.

I suppose it must have seemed like some sort of mysterious organisation to the normal students.

In that case, what if they used it as more bait for making friends?

“Well, I may not look like much but I am in fact one of its members!” I revealed.

“…We knew that of course.”

“…You’re the most famous one.”

“…I’m not sure if anyone doesn’t know you’re in it.”

Oh. Really?

Let’s try that again.

“What is it that you would like to know? I cannot divulge personal information about its members, but I would be happy to answer any other reasonable questions.”

At once, their faces lit up.

And so while we all worked on our handicrafts, they listened with rapt gazes as I regaled them with talk of our salon and other safe topics.

Maybe Natori-san could use this too.

But as the conversation ran its course, naturally the conversation turned to their topic of greatest interest: Kaburagi and Enjou.

“They were so mature, and so radiant. I didn’t think people like that really existed so it was a real shock.”

“‘Out of reach’ was made to describe people like that.”

“And Kaburagi-sama had an air befitting of his name as the Emperor of Zui’ran.”

The 1st Years recounted as they gazed dreamily towards the sky.

I could understand where they were coming from.

From afar, Emperor certainly did seem cool and competent. The type of guy you’d fawn over.

But on closer inspection, all you got was a useless rich boy with no consideration, common sense, or delicacy.

And that ‘Emperor’ nickname actually came from a primary schoolers’ cavalry battle.

Still, I’d feel bad for destroying their dreams so I decided to phrase it as ‘His hobby is horse-riding’.

“Oh, I know! I actually brought some baked goods from the Pivoine salon just now. How about we share them!”

Maybe they’d even be able to brag about having tried food from the Pivoine.

I opened my bag to grab them when I noticed some faint vibrations inside. My mobile?

I guess it must have fallen further in while I had been using the bag to exorcise myself.

I really hadn’t noticed the vibrations at all.

I checked my messages.

In the Sender’s column was, line after line, ‘Kaburagi Masaya’.

‘I’ve got something to talk about. Come to our usual meeting place.’

‘Are you not here yet?’

‘You’re late. What are you doing?’

‘Contact me immediately.’

‘Where are you?’

‘I’m heading to your clubroom.’

‘I’m almost there.’

Nooooooooooo! Stay away, Mary!

I tossed the cursed phone onto the desk, but just as I stood up the clubroom door opened with a bang.

“Kisshouin! How long are you going to make me wait for!?”

A ferocious black carnivore barged into my gathering of gentle lambs――!

 


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55 thoughts on “Kenkyo Kenjitsu: The Reika-sama Chronicles 232”

    1. This will depress you then… this has not been updated by the Author in 2 years… 299 chapters only… not sure what has become of the Author, I hope they are alive and well…

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        1. :O I thought u were joking :O ah the forever alone village was betrayed by its own Author! how cruel! but on a side note I am glad she is having a good time :P If she pops out some bebes then hopefully its a girl named Reika lol jk.

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    2. Yeah,the staff of this page told us a long time ago that the author entered an undefinated hiatus and that it doesnt make sense to rush with the translations if the author Is still missing

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  1. “Perhaps this calls for a book.”

    Here I was like screaming internally “Nooooo! Reading during breaks might communicate that you like being alone reading rather than talking with your classmates. No, no, no….” But then, what Reika-sama said makes sense. I haven’t thought about using books to attract people with the same interests as you do.

    I was laughing my heart out reading those messages from Kaburagi, especially when he finally arrived at the clubroom.

    Now Natori-san and the other first years have something to share about the Pivione to their classmates.

    Thank you for the chapter! Please don’t hate life; it will all come to pass. Or hate it, then kick it, punch it, beat it to a pulp, then say “I am the 5th Holy Sheeprabbit, Kilimanjaro Estelion Sharlulu Asheel Vinchance Celenalia di ef Falufiluu’Luufilaafee (The 35th), you will NOT triumph over me!

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    1. > Here I was like screaming internally “Nooooo! Reading during breaks might communicate that you like being alone reading rather than talking with your classmates. No, no, no….” But then, what Reika-sama said makes sense. I haven’t thought about using books to attract people with the same interests as you do.

      In my experience, people will start conversations with you if they see you reading a book in class. Even if they don’t read books themselves. It’s a good ice breaker I think?

      (When I was in college I have would rathered they didn’t but…)

      Plus, if you have to be alone then it feels a lot better if everyone around you thinks that you want to be alone.

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    2. I think Reika’s right about it depending on the book and also how you present yourself while you read.

      I was a huge reader back in school (the type that didn’t want anyone to bother me while I read), so reading covers that were plain didn’t attract a lot of attention. However, when I was reading manga or books with weird titles/pictures, I had a lot more interruptions by people wanting to know what I was reading. I learned that laying my books flat on the desk and bracketing my arms around them while reading deterred people from bothering me (but it was a pain on the neck and shoulders too).

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      1. I know Reika is hopelessly gregarious and affectionate. But personally, I think her social position is rather enviable. People don’t bother Reika unless she wants to be bothered. They’re either too worshipful or afraid of her to do that. Her only real bully is Tsuruhana, and even then, she’s mostly ineffectual and not really any kind of threat.

        Unfortunately for her male counterparts, it works the opposite way. They NEVER get left alone, which is why they like to retreat the relative peace of the salon and the Pivoine-only eating areas.

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        1. why do you think it’s different for her male counterparts? emperor is super cold and enjou is warm but still keeps his distance from people. reika is truly gregarious and affectionate, but people default to being scared of her, both guys and girls. neither gender even tries to kiss up to her like how plenty of people would for emperor and enjou.

          why is it so different?

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          1. Yeah, that confuses me too. I just put it down to the gender divide. Boys stalking a girl is way more creepy than girls stalking a boy. It’s one of those double standards, but it’s one of those double standards that makes sense to me.

            Girls are way more willing to overstep, particularly, rich spoiled ones. Nobody really wants to punish them, and even if you did, they’d just cry and raise a fuss. Boys don’t really have an excuse like that, being considered the stronger sex.

            It doesn’t help that Suiran is probably more conservative than other places. So the young girls aren’t just girls. They’re *ladies.* Always and all times.

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            1. Reika also showed her fangs a few times. Her problem is that she is high profile, but less so than the 2 boys. Bakaburagi and Enjou are absolute monarchs, whereas Reika had to defend her turf.
              Because of that and a few misunderstandings, she is seen as Kali whereas the 2 real tyrants are seen as admirable.

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              1. I’m not convinced. All three are high profile as it is. Also kind of weird to say that neither Enjou nor Kaburagi are seen as tyrants if they don’t act like that publicly.

                Also, it’s kind of easy to forget that Reika looks like a walking stereotype of a curly-haired ohohoho ojousama. So that probably doesn’t help matters.

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  2. > I was getting ready to declare war when the girls must have noticed something because they began to frantically tell me that nobody was being bullied.
    > Oh. She wasn’t? We could still attack them first though?

    What happened to being a paper tiger?

    Reika’s a goddamn shark looking for blood now.

    > “But I would never have thought you would give such specific advice, Reika-senpai,” she added.
    > “I was surprised too,” her friend added.

    Yeah since it’s basically impossible to be that specific unless you were in that situation yourself.

    I guess it is just getting brushed aside with sasuga Reika-sama~~

    > “Well, I may not look like it but I am in fact one of its members!” I revealed.
    > “…We knew that of course.”
    > “…You’re the most famous one.”
    > “…I’m not sure if anyone doesn’t know you’re in it.”
    > Oh. Really?

    She does know she’s famous… but I guess sometimes she just sort of forgets?

    Then again, preassuming every single person in the school knows who she is would be rather conceited.

    But uhh, don’t members of the Pivoine have badges on their uniform anyways?

    > I tossed the cursed phone onto the desk, but just as I stood up the clubroom door opened with a bang.
    > “Kisshouin! How long are you going to make me wait for!?”
    > A ferocious black carnivore barged into my gathering of gentle lambs――!

    Hopefully, she’ll be able to scold him to some degree now.

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  3. —- Thanks for the chapter~ ^^.

    Whew. work.. life.. have to move forward either way, even if there are many annoying people or happenings.. sigh….!! Anyway, hope you can have a smoother life~!!

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  4. This has been a lovely chapter, thank you for your efforts. Reika’s effort in looking like a reliable senpai might have just went down the drain, depending on whether the members look at her with rose tinted glasses

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  5. Whenever I see the any mention of the doll, I instinctively scroll down to the whole page quickly to see if there’s any doll picture.

    I confess, that particular scare scared me…

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  6. Thanks 4 chapter!

    Man! That Mary stuff is reminding me of that horror game I’m trying to forget. I’m not good horrors, and I really really had no idea what I was thinking when I bought it.

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  7. “If there was just one loner in the classroom, you’d start of wonder if she had no friends” –> [start to wonder]……right?

    Thanks for the chapter! 😘

    I seriously understand your feelings, I’m swamped in school and work and I literally want someone to dig my grave for me orz

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  8. Thanks for the update! Reika’s cute as usual. I can imagine her as a granny – elegant and intimidating, but truthfully friendly, nosy and airheaded.

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  9. Thanks much for translating! So wish the author would continue to write!

    For the record, that’s a weaving shuttle. A tatting shuttle is much smaller.

    Here’s a good example of how it’s done:

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  10. “ I hate work. I hate life. Usually by this time of year my work is winding down.

    This year it’s winding up, and now that I have a work laptop with VPN I’m apparently expected to just worry about work over the goddamned weekend too.” that sucks and commiserations from someone you also had to work this weekend (although not too hard)

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    1. Thank you so so much for the new chapter, i really needed that today!!!
      Just reading this brightena up your day!
      I hope your work life calms down in a bit and you can rest up alot!

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  11. Thanks

    Will always have a bit of sadness in my heart that this serious is still on hiatus. I wish I could Japanese good enough to find a reason behind it.

    Lol’ed at the end. Bakaburagi’s going to start rumours again.

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  12. Bakaburagi = Mary, omg (*≧▽≦)ノシ)) hahahaha

    I see Reika picked up her Otou-sama’s trait of freely providing unnecessary, amateur assistance. (- _ – |||) Well, hopefully, the hairpiece was just something to do for fun and it looks like she’s finally getting along with the new members (so, plus!).

    But goddess Kali’s eagerness to rain down fear upon the unsuspecting 1st year masses is a bit… (^-^;) Though her socially tactical mindset is so entertaining. The fly trap method~ XDD

    Thank you for this newest chapter! Hope that everything turns out less stressful on your end too!

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  13. Gosh. Work live seems to be hitting you in the gut. Hope times turn up soon (aka you boss hires more people so no one gets overworked)

    Many thanks

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  14. Thanks for the Update
    Waiting for news about the author :(
    In this chapter we saw Reika-sama gaining the respect of a Senpai she reserves.That was cute…but Kaburagi has to ruin at the end.

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  15. I’ve got something to talk about. Come to our usual meeting place.’

    ‘Are you not here yet?’

    ‘You’re late. What are you doing?’

    ‘Contact me immediately.’

    ‘Where are you?’

    ‘I’m heading to your clubroom.’

    ‘I’m almost there.’

    Nooooooooooo! Stay away, Mary!

    Lmao this part! Kaburagi sounds like a naggy Girlfriend!

    Its been awhile but it doesn’t stop on giving me smiles. I’ll wait for the next chapter patiently, I’ve waited for almost a year before so a few months of no updates doesn’t really bother me.

    Thanks for this chapter!

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  16. Jajajaja I died laughing with the chain messages from Kaburagi and his comparison with Mary xD it put me in a good mood to sleep, thank you. This work is so great, it’s such a pity it is paused but I don’t regret it. The laughs that Reika has given me are worth it
    Thank you very much for your translation, I wouldn’t have known it without you

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  17. I hope things at you work getter better soon, and you are not obligated to work out of hours you have right to have your personal space.
    Be strong and hang in there and thank you four finding tome to translate.

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