Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 205

Chapter 205. Ran Returns to School. (1/5)

After Wisteria’s departure, I returned to attending high school on a daily basis. I could avoid a big shot like Angela at university this way for so ti.

The first day I showed up in the second sester, Mr. Oz was pleasantly surprised to see . He asked with a welcoming smile, “Is your chronic illness under control for the ti being?”

I gave a short, to-the-point response, “Yes, it’s cald down to a certain degree, but there’s no telling when it may flare up again.”

“I see, it ca as a shock to suddenly be inford that one of my students had such a chronic illness. If you’re ever feeling sick, please don’t force yourself.”

“Thanks, I won’t.”

The other students seed to have been inford of my ‘chronic illness’ as well. For so reason, there were a lot of sympathetic eyes directed my way even. It felt… extrely uncomfortable to receive such a welco back.

What the hell? So as soon as soone pulls the chronic illness card they get better treatnt?

Was it sothing like, ‘That poor guy, no wonder he looks gloomy all the ti. His ti is cut shorter than everyone else’s and he’s fighting every day just to survive. He’s just misunderstood. No wonder he doesn’t want friends, he doesn’t want to leave them behind one day feeling sad if he suddenly disappeared.’

Look, the only chronic illness I had was poverty. Do you understand? Poverty.

I don’t need your sympathetic looks, it burns.

Rosa, who noticed the mood in the classroom, looked like she was cracking up. She had her head down on her desk holding her stomach with her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Jass and the guys in the class who noticed her condition went over to console her thinking she was fighting back tears of sorrow because of the appearance of her childhood friend who’d been diagnosed only a month ago with a chronic illness.

It seed the lie I’d spun had spiraled out of control in a direction I hadn’t anticipated. I might be forced to live with so form of special treatnt from now on which I found to be extrely inconvenient. I don’t want such a thing, just leave alone and forget about altogether you fools. That is, unless you’d like to donate so money to solve my chronic illness known as poverty.

There was no way I could really go and say sothing like that though. As such, I was forced to bear the repercussions of my actions.

When lunchti ca around, I sohow beca the center of attention when all I wanted to do was not stand out. I suppose I looked like a rare breed of endangered species that could die at any mont now that people were convinced I had so sort of mysterious chronic illness.

I kept my head down while I was forced to answer a bunch of monotonous questions about this bullshit chronic illness I had. Fifteen minutes into my interrogation, Jass actually stepped in and took on the role of my savior and said, “Guys, can’t you see he’s exhausted? Everyone’s putting a lot of stress on him like this. What if he falls ill again? We should treat him just like everyone else. He obviously doesn’t like all the attention he’s getting and doesn’t want any special treatnt.”

What the hell? Isn’t this guy actually a really great guy? His words sound like the lord himself. I was just about ready to stand up and prostrate before this holy savior of mine.

“Jass, aren’t you just worried that Rosa’s got a thing for him after her reaction just now?” One other nuisance in the class who also had their sights set on Rosa tried to shoot him down.

“Wha! N-No, it’s nothing like that! I’m just concerned because everyone’s suddenly treating him like a caged animal in a zoo.”

Yes, thank you! You are the only one who understands Jass… even if your intentions are impure and ant to get in Rosa’s good books, you’re still a saint.

“Jass, when are you going to give up man? Isn’t it clear Rosa just isn’t into you? It should be clear to you by now after she already rejected you, but you just don’t take the hint and keep gunning for her. Just step aside man, it’s sad to see.”

What the hell? Screw you. Who do you think you are talking to the great holy savior Jass who’d even throw a lifeline to a starving man in the desert like ? This man is spitting facts about the gospel and spreading salvation to a pitiful loner like who wants nothing more than to be ignored. Take his words more seriously, you bastard.

“This isn’t about Rosa.” He peeked at Rosa from the corner of his eye, but she had her forehead down facing the desk on top of her left arm. She was holding her stomach with her right arm, fighting back laughter again.

Bitch, don’t laugh, take this more seriously, help this poor man out!

“Not about Rosa, huh? It’s quite a coincidence you’re doing this one week before the Valentine’s Day school dance, don’t you think? Were you hoping to get chocolate and thinking of asking her to the school dance?”

Huh? School… dance? I couldn’t care less for the chocolate… but… the school dance… I’d completely forgotten that awful event was around the corner. Uh oh, I’ve got to be careful around Alicia for the next week.

Who knows what she’ll try. Rosa too, she’ll definitely be plotting against on Alicia’s side.

Damn it, why’d I forget about this cursed day for lovers? I should have delayed my return to school by another week. Well… I could randomly skip school on Monday next week. That should avoid the potential worst-case scenario where I’m forced to dance.

I suddenly shivered in fear when I rembered a certain trump card I was helpless against. I abruptly sat up in horror and looked over at Rosa. She noticed the disturbance beside her and peeked at .

She squinted her eyes happily like she knew exactly what was on my mind.

She conveyed her words through her eyes, ‘You let your guard down too early and forgot, didn’t you? Heheh, there’s no escape now that you’re back, thanks for the coupons.’

I had no way to run nor hide. We lived together after all. Even if I skipped out every day from today onward, she simply had to redeem one of her et-up or date coupons when we were at ho or work to drag here on Monday.

My girlfriend had beco too powerful and adversary with those coupons. They ca back to bite at every turn. They would no doubt haunt for a long ti to co. I’d surely begin to have nightmares about these cursed coupons.

“Ran, what’s wrong, man? Is your chronic illness acting up again?” Jass asked.

“Huh? Uh… yeah, sorry about that. I’m feeling a bit sick again. Like you said earlier, it’s all the eyes on treating like a rare animal at the zoo. You’re not wrong. I said this at the beginning of the school year long before I was diagnosed with my chronic illness that I enjoyed my alone ti, I wasn’t kidding then. I’d personally prefer if everyone just treats like air the way they did in the past.”

“See? I was right. It is bothering him.” Jass took the opportunity to launch a counterattack against the other guy in the class who’d been giving him a hard ti.

“Ran’s only saying that because he doesn’t want others to get hurt by getting close to him. He was probably vaguely aware of his chronic illness on an instinctive level even back then before he was diagnosed with it.”

Co on man, give a break! I don’t give a shit about other people’s feelings. I just want to remain the loner without friends I’ve always been. Take the hint, you’re a pain in my ass!

“No, I wasn’t aware of it at all. I’m just an irreconcilable asshole who detests busybodies like you who think you understand . If you really want to know what I think, I think you are a giant pain in the ass and I sincerely hope you would stop flapping those useless decorations on your face that keep incessantly spitting out rubbish so I can relax.” I blurted that ruthless string of dialogue out when I finally snapped.

The room suddenly went silent.

“He’s trying to make everyone hate him so nobody gets attached. He’s so self-sacrificial.” So girls whispered such a thing to each other while closing their tearful eyes and looking away. The undesired response made put my head back down and lightly bang my forehead against my desk.

Why was it so difficult to make people hate soone with a chronic illness? Do I have to get up and take a shit on everyone’s desks before it gets through their thick skulls?

“Ran, we really misunderstood you this whole ti. To think you were such a caring guy.” Even the guys had that sort of response.

Why! Ahhhhhhhh! I’m going to lose my mind.

The banging of my forehead against my desk intensified.

“Ran, it’s okay, we understand, it hurts you saying such scornful words. It’s okay to stop hurting yourself.”

Kill . End this worthless life of mine which is incapable of communicating my true feelings to these insufferable idiot children no matter what I say.

The more I say, the more their misunderstanding deepens and their impression of improves. I can’t win.