Veridis Quo

Chapter 32

One, She's a Female. Two, She's Not a Boy. And Three and Most Importantly, She's a GIRL!

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"Aaaaah...~"

I sighed, releasing the pent stress of the last hour...

Into a bowl.

Get your mind out of the gutter, Johnny boy.

Breathing, I enjoyed every second as my bladder relaxed, depositing its liquid gold, literally and not.

There was time and place for everything.

The ideal for meals was a square three, traffic jams usually occurred because of rush hours, the sun rose and set at, marginally, the exact minutes all year round.

So, when nature called, who was I to ignore her?

I was a baller – to the teacher.

He did not give a single damn. All he cared about was getting shit into our thick skulls and dipping as early as possible. And I couldn't blame him, summer vacation had yet to end and he was spending his break working.

It was bullshit!

Until you considered the doubled paycheck and halved class capacity, then it was worth a hefty yenny.

The Yamotese had their own currency, I just liked calling the single yen coin that. It was useless anyway, so that was the most value it ever got.

Personally, I wouldn't have hesitated the offer, but I was me and he was him. At least he was a good teacher, a bit of a stoner but dedicated to his craft.

Seaspeak.

My arch nemesis.

Correction, previous arch nemesis.

Trading one final boss for an infinitely worse one, I realized how easy the tongue was! Sure, I was a bum... often, I couldn't recall the last time I went to the gym.

After attending three lessons, enlightenment arrived.

I wasn't fully at fault.

All languages share the same issue; difficulty. This problem solidifies when someone in their thirties and beyond attempts to learn a new language. Fortunately, I was still young, so the sponge hadn't dried just yet.

No, as I said, I wasn't the whole problem – a quarter.

The rest of the cake belonged to that stupid teacher. Not the summer substitute side-hustler.

I knew he was a dumbass!

A quote from a friend from a bygone era passed my mind: 'There are no bad students, only bad teachers.'

How accurate was his claim? Hell if I knew, he bombed his grades but had a mean record on the football team.

The point was my scenario. As unlikely as a supernova, all it took for me to kickstart the generator was a half-baked tutor who didn't take his frustrations out on the students.

Fuck the old schooler, the current guy should stay!

But that wasn't meant to be.

It just so happened that Miya knew a girl who knew a guy who knew the cousin of another gal who...

A cheat ability, yes, but life was never fair.

All in all, I was pleased with the outcome. I was making actual progress in catching up to speed while distracting myself from the... incident.