Weird Class!

Ch. 25 - Lemon, Roman, and Ramen

*Lemon Viewing Angle

　

On a clear and starry night, after returning home from the women's bathhouse, I met a strange man in a ramen shop. The man was sitting pensively, like a man who had just been fired from his workplace, or had just been rejected by his future girlfriend.

I ordered ramen soyu and sat down next to him. He did not react at all, whereas beside him was a super beautiful girl named Lemon. Ah yes, Lemon is my name when it is in women's fashion. The children of the Class 1-F camp gave this name.

While eating ramen, I occasionally turned my head towards the right, looking at the state of that person. From his outward appearance, it looks like he's a high school boy, just like me.

When my ramen was up, I turned to him again. He was scooping his ramen bowl, when it was empty. He even sipped his bowl as well. Although the body is here, his mind is wandering elsewhere.

Since he was a friend of his age, I did not hesitate to greet him.

“Ramen here, so good, yes!” I said in a female voice.

I opened the conversation after my ramen had completely run out.

He's still daydreaming. Unknowingly, his ramen bowl was already on top of his head, he was wearing his bowl as a hat. For the size of a daydreaming person, the level of daydreaming was already too severe.

“Hei!”

I held the man's hand, then moved it with the intention of awakening him from the subconscious.

“M-Sorry. What is it gonna take?”

The man answered, then put the bowl back from the top of his head.

“Don't mostly daydream. You are young!” my spoken.

“Oh yes, sorry. Thank you very much.” The man nodded his head.

“Are you in trouble?” my many.

His face was sad again.

“Yes, I just got rejected by the person I like.”

I've guessed.

I was silent for a moment.

“If you may know, why were you rejected?”

The man answered. “She said, I'm too good.”

(What a classic reason) I thought.

“If you can know again, how did you shoot him?”

“I told him, I've liked him for a long time. I told him I was short, less sociable, less clever, less sane, just nothing interesting about me. But, I still say I like her, because I really like her.”

I looked at his face with a look of annoyance.

“Yes it was rejected. That's not how you shoot a girl. If you shoot that way, you look pathetic!” I screamed with a female voice.

“Ah, true too. How to shoot the right girl?”

“How—how do I know! I'm a girl,” I said, almost a release.

Yeah, although I've never been in a relationship, but I know how to shoot the right chick. I pretended not to know, I hid my male nature.

“Haha, I foolishly asked this to a woman. I am a pathetic man.” He complained again with a face that looked even more pitiful.

I can't stand it, I have to maintain this man's dignity as a man. She shouldn't look pathetic, I should give her a woo.

“Ehm... It looks like I can help your problem.”

That guy looked. “Help?”

“Listen to me, yes. The girl, likes a man who is attractive and looks cool in her eyes. Inevitably, you must have something you can be proud of. Something that makes a girl like you. Just liking is not enough to win the heart of the girl you like. Except, if you're handsome and good at seducing girls, like me.” I pointed at myself.

“Oh, so. Waitaminute! You're handsome and good at wooing girls, you mean?”

“Oh, so.”

(Almost.).

“So, what is something you can be proud of yourself?” my many.

“A-I, really like to play volleyball, although not too great, anyway. I'm a libero on my team. Well, since I'm a libero, I rarely get the ball in, I don't look so cool.”

(Woohoo, it turns out that he's a sports field with me, steady.).

“Libero is great, he is in charge of maintaining the defense of the team from the smash-smash kerad launched by the opponent. If you're trying to be a tough libero, I'm sure you'll look cool. I'm also a volleyball player, I'm a setter" I said with a proud smile.

The word 'volleyball' made our conversation grow. We both chatted quite a lot about volleyball, he was really enthusiastic.

“So, so. You have to make yourself a tough volleyball athlete. When you're like that, you invite the person you like to watch your game. The result may be uncertain. But I'm sure that girl will rate you higher than ever before. The girl likes a guy who tries hard, you know,”.

The man then looked excited, he did not grieve anymore like before.

He then said. “By the way, next month my team will hold a test match against Subarashii SMA. High School is so great, I'm sure I can learn a lot from that match.”

I was shocked. “SMA Subarashii? Don't-don't.. You're Sugoi High School boy?”

“Yes, I went to school there. Why do you know? Are you a Subarashii High School boy?”

“Y-ya.”

His face was straight. “Wahaha, good then. We'll meet again later. Our High School girls team is pretty good, you know. You need to get ready!”

“Y-yes, I'm not afraid!”

A week after my meeting with that person, Class 1-F was covered by Japan's most famous TV station, TV Tokyo. Of course, because of the coverage, everyone in Japan knows that I can change from male to female. That guy must have been watching me on television.

Now, he must have known my true identity.

*One month later

Today, my team will practice volleyball against Sugoi High School. That means, I'll meet that bad guy again. I feel a little guilty, I've played herself with my female figure.

“Halo. Miss Lemon!” That guy called me Lemon, but now I'm in Roman fashion.

“I Roman. Stupid!”

“Ya, yes. I-i know. Hahaha.” He looks relaxed.

“Sorry yes, I cheated you before.” I'm a little sorry.

“Hahaha, just relax.”

“How are you doing with that girl you like?” my many.

He looked at me seriously.

“I... have forgotten it. I was too focused on training to be a very tough libero, to the point that I didn't have time to think about him. Thank you, the advice from you back then really gave me some spirit!” revealed the person, his expression was as if he had found a new purpose in his life.

“Good then.” I'm smiling too.

“Again.. Now the girl I like is Miss Lemon.”.

He's smiling at me more and more.

He smiled at a Roman.

“Oi oi, Lemon it's just an illusion. He is not real, Lemon is me, and I am a man!!!” I snapped a little.

“No problem. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I still like Miss Lemon.”

I sweat, my hair creeps. “A-I'm still normal!!”

While saying so, I ran over and left that person.