Chapter 8: Listen, Nanami Is Angry
Chapter 8: Listen, Nanami Is Angry
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Back to the point—
The exchange store refreshed every week, which meant all Himekoji Akito did next was try to save up 500 points fast, then quickly buy the reasonably priced One-Punch Man before the exchange list refreshed.
He did not know why One-Punch Man was so much cheaper than other works, but anyway, the price didn’t lie—buying it was a bargain, and that was something Himekoji Akito truly believed.
He clearly remembered that before he crossed over, the One-Punch Man manga sold strongly over ten million copies. What did that mean?
Money! All of it was money!
Himekoji Akito needed money badly.
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The first class ended quickly. Himekoji Akito sat quietly and properly at his seat, working hard on his twenty-thousand-word self-reflection essay.
“Don’t you need to explain?”
Suddenly, a slightly cool voice came from the front.
Standing before him was Nanami Aoyama, the one who had been innocently hurt at the school gate earlier. Like her tone, her features were neat and sharp, with a top-student feel.
If she were compared to a cat kind, she was an Abyssinian cat.
Her height was a normal 158 cm; her weight was unknown. As for her body measurements…
[81, 58, 83]
The perverted metallic voice in his head suddenly cut in.
“There’s no need to tell me such stuff!”
Himekoji Akito thought grumpily and complained to the System.
“Himekoji, won’t you explain? Your too-rude actions this morning?”
Nanami narrowed her eyes and repeated it again, almost saying words like “pervert” or “so shameful” out loud. But maybe because she recalled that embarrassing and high-shame scene earlier, her face turned a bit rosy, yet the girl herself seemed not to notice.
“I’m sorry, there are deep reasons behind this…”
Saying that was almost like giving up—it was weak and useless. Since no one could understand him, Himekoji Akito couldn’t persuade anyone either.
Whether making up excuses or telling the truth, it was all pointless, and Himekoji Akito didn’t care any longer.
The girl’s reaction was no surprise—
She got very angry.
“After doing something like that, then using vague words to make excuses—Himekoji, you’re totally the worst! The ultimate worst!”
At the end of her words, she even blurted out Kansai dialect.
When the girl finished, she spun around and left. Her high ponytail swung in a clean arc. She was an honest, serious person who stuck to her rules, so she hated this kind of Himekoji.
Right away, teasing laughs came from classmates around.
The moment class ended, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the two key people of the event. So, they saw everything that happened without missing a bit.
Himekoji Akito didn’t mind. He just let out a tiny sigh and carried on with what he was doing.
Some laughs stopped, but some grew even wilder and show-offish, like they wanted attention.
Himekoji Akito understood perfectly because, whether boy or girl normies, they feared silence so much it was like animals fear fire.
Since silence meant boredom, those too stubborn to admit they were boring would always make noise—shouting, yelling, or laughing loud with no meaning.
Pointing out news or making fun of others—those were the easiest ways they hid their boring selves.
Of course, Himekoji Akito wouldn’t say it, but he envied them.
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Ah—right! Normies or whatever, just all go blow up!