Even if I transform, I will never be captured.

Before Misaki Shokuhou could finish reciting, Satella grabbed her by the neck and shook her violently: "It must have been you, right? Misaki Shokuhou, it must have been you! Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Wait...wait!"

Although Misaki Shokuhou shouted that, Satella, who was so excited that her eyes were brimming with tears, clearly intended to listen to her explanation. So Misaki Shokuhou simply grabbed Satella by the neck, and the two of them rolled around on the lawn and started wrestling.

After a long while, when both of them were exhausted, Misaki Shokuhou finally exclaimed breathlessly, "Calm down and think about it carefully! Although I did have this plan before, even if I wanted you to enroll, I would definitely enroll you in Tokiwadai!"

"Uh...it seems that's true." Satella rubbed her cheeks sheepishly. "But if it wasn't you, then who could it be?"

Suddenly, a name popped into her mind, causing her to blurt out, "Aleister?"

"Chairman?"

"That's right! It must be that upside-down man!"

Satella was furious!

It's just that I got a small advantage in a previous transaction, why are you being so stingy?

The thought that she, someone who graduated many years ago, was actually going back to school filled Satella with rage. She stood up and yelled, "Aleister, I know you're listening! You lecherous bastard who hides in the shadows and secretly photographs pretty girls, take back this notice right now! Or I'll curse you to death!"

"that……"

Page 127

The researcher spoke up again: "We just received a message saying that, given Satella's insufficient basic knowledge, she has been granted special permission to join a summer tutoring program."

Satella: "..."

"Hehe." Satella laughed. She had figured it out now. Whatever kind of notice you send, as long as I don't go to school, it's fine, right?

I've been skipping classes all along, so go ahead and remove me from the student list if you dare!

Author's Note:

P.S. 1005 votes! Your author, Ji, has gone mad.

Chapter 89 Misaki Shokuhou - Passing on a Message

My name is Satella. I'm a homebody who graduated from university a year ago, but I recently received a transfer notice to attend a certain high school, and I also have to attend summer tutoring!

Ha ha!

Even if the world is destroyed and only the school remains, I, Satella, will never go to the school!

But in the end, I still sat in the classroom.

……

In Class 7 of the first year of a high school, even though it was summer vacation, two-thirds of the students had to attend summer school because they failed their exams.

If an ordinary teacher encountered this situation, they probably would have had a heart attack from anger, right?

but……

With his chin resting on his hand, Touma Kamijou watched as Tsukuyomi Komoe-sensei walked in with cheerful steps, and sighed:

Teacher Xiaomeng is the kind of teacher who seems to have a particular fondness for bad students—she was overjoyed when she heard that two-thirds of the students needed to take summer courses.

Mr. Kamijou himself was a complete bad student, and therefore received extra 'attention'...

"What a misfortune—"

With a sigh, Tsukuyomi Komoe, dressed in a pink dress and looking every bit the little girl, walked to the front of the stage, stretching her neck to let her head peek out from behind it, and spoke in a sweet, childlike voice:

"Before class begins, the teacher will introduce a student who will not only be tutoring with everyone during the summer vacation, but will also be a new student in the next semester."

"Crack-pump-"

The applause was listless and unenthusiastic.

"By the way, she's a really amazing and beautiful girl."

"Clap clap clap clap clap!!"

The applause was enthusiastic and was mixed with whistles.

Of all of them, only Touma Kamijou had a rather bad feeling about it for some reason.

nonexistent.

In Mr. Kamijou's unfortunate daily life, it is absolutely impossible for something like "an ordinary, beautiful transfer student to come" to happen.

(Could this be the beginning of yet another misfortune?)

Just as Touma was thinking this negatively, Komoe-sensei waved towards the door:

"Alright, new student, please come in."

—With a "whoosh," the classroom door was pulled open, and a girl with long silver hair gracefully entered.

Like an elven girl emerging from the forest bathed in the morning light, the girl in the blue and white sailor uniform came into everyone's view.

Even the air seemed to be filled with a sense of amazement because of the girl's arrival. The students, who were still a little tired from waking up in the morning, all stared wide-eyed.

“My name is Satella, just Satella.”

After writing her name on the blackboard, the girl crossed her arms in front of her lower abdomen, bowed very politely, and smiled slightly: "Please take care of me in the future."

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

The entire classroom erupted in cheers.

Touma Kamijou was dumbfounded—what was he going to do when his creditor was in the same class as him? Need help urgently!

……

"In obtaining one's own perceived reality through personal experience, one cannot avoid the quantum theory proposed by Heisenberg, which is based on the uncertainty principle. The common ground between personal reality and quantum theory lies in the concept of probability..."

Teacher Xiaomeng was lecturing at the podium, and Satella was listening attentively, only to find that she couldn't understand anything. So she held her textbook up and played on her phone—well, Teacher Xiaomeng, who was only 135cm tall, couldn't see her at all.

Buzz!

Satella's phone vibrated; there was a text message. She opened it and, oh dear, Satella discovered it was a pornographic text message. She was furious, but after a while, she still grunted and read it through.

During this time, the blue-haired man with earrings sitting next to her moved his pen under her, so he bent down to pick it up. Satella simply stepped on his upturned face, but he made strange "ah ah oh oh" sounds, and then naturally, he was asked by Teacher Xiaomeng to stand outside as punishment.

Hmph! As expected, boys are all just a bunch of horny animals! Looks like I'll have to wear safety shorts from now on, so you guys won't see my panties!

Satella continued playing on her phone when a paper ball was suddenly thrown from behind her.

It was Touma Kamijou, who was sitting behind her, who threw it.

Unfolded, it reads: "Why did you come to our class?"

Satella wrote a line below, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it back: "It's all because Teacher Xiaomeng came to my door, crying and begging me to go to school."

"what?!"

Touma Kamijou stood up in surprise, drawing everyone's attention in the previously quiet classroom.

"Kamijou-chan, is there something you need?" Ms. Komoe asked from the podium.

"N-nothing, I'm sorry!" Touma Kamijou bowed repeatedly before sitting back down at his desk.

Even without turning her head to look, Satella could guess that Touma Kamijou looked completely bewildered.

But she's the one who's most upset, okay?

He was happily staying at home, living a life of luxury where everything was done for him, and he even had beautiful girls as his companions. But then, for some reason, Teacher Xiaomeng came knocking on his door.

What can Satella do when a little girl makes a tearful request?

Thankfully, this school life only lasts for today—because tomorrow we'll be leaving the world of A Certain Magical Index...

Page 128

Satella felt a lump in her throat, an emotion she felt she shouldn't be experiencing. So she vigorously rubbed her lovely face, and afterward, she felt like she was back to her usual radiant self.

What followed was a long class period. Xiao Meng's class was alright; even if I didn't understand it, her cute loli voice was a pleasure to listen to. But the other teachers' classes were torture.

Whether he simply didn't want to attend tutoring or was stuck with a bad stock market loss, his voice was so weak and lifeless, more lethal than a lullaby played by the Six-Fingered Demon. Satella could barely keep her eyes open.

Finally, the school bell rang, and Satella grabbed her bag and ran off in a flash, leaving those classmates who wanted to chat with her empty-handed.

……

When Satella returned home, it was already 6 p.m., and Misaki Shokuhou had already prepared dinner and was waiting for her at the table.

"How was your first day of class?" Misaki Shokuhou asked Satella after serving them both a bowl of rice.

"So boring! I can't understand a word of it!"

Satella threw her bag onto the bed and yelled, "It's decided! From now on, I'll take sick leave for every class! ...Oh, right!"

Satella, who had just picked up her rice bowl, suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Misaki Shokuhou with shining eyes, "Shokuhou-chan, how about we move? You don't really care about anything here at the talent workshop anyway, so let's move to a different place. That way, Moe-sensei won't be able to find me!"

“But there’s no such thing as buying a house in Academy City.” Misaki Shokuhou put a piece of Satella’s favorite cola chicken wing on her plate. “Eighty percent of the population in Academy City are students, and the rest are researchers and employees of public institutions, so everyone is assigned a dormitory.”

"That's true..."

Satella was a little unhappy. She munched on the chicken wing and then stuck out her little tongue to lick the juice off her fingers.

"Besides, Satella, you're leaving soon, right? What's the point of moving now?"

"Hmm...that's right. I'll be leaving here after midnight today."

Since this was something that had already been discussed, the two of them seemed quite natural when it was brought up now.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, I've put them all into my spatial items."

"I can rest assured that."

Misaki Shokuhou nodded and picked up an egg roll for herself, but it seemed that she didn't hold the chopsticks tightly and the egg roll fell to the ground, so Misaki Shokuhou bent down to pick it up.

When she stood up, she saw Satella pouting and saying indignantly, "What do you mean by that? I'm not a child. I can take care of myself better than you."

Misaki Shokuhou placed the omelet on the table and quietly said to Satella, who was pouting, "It would be good if you could take care of yourself. I don't know how you're doing on the other side, but you can't be as lazy as you are here. You need to exercise more, or you'll gain weight. You can't be picky about food, or your skin will get worse. You also need to make more friends; loneliness is very difficult..."

Satella blinked and looked at Misaki Shokuhou, saying, "Shokuhou-chan, these words of yours sound so familiar, like I've heard them somewhere before."

Misaki Shokuhou likes to look people in the eye when she talks to them, but this time she didn't look at Satella's eyes. Instead, she lowered her head and rummaged through the food in her bowl. "These are the text messages you sent me when you left last time. I remember every single one of them."