I Reincarnated and Tried to Become a Genius Child Actor. I Want to Quit. Chapter 6 Part1

Finally, we’re back to the bullied child from chapter 3.
This is a long chapter about the same size as chapter 4.
Chapter 6, part 1, start.
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When I got to the nurse’s office, the was n.o.body there. There was a note on the white board saying that the nurse is in the faculty room, but I can’t go there right now.

I can’t bring the crying child to the staff room, and I can’t leave her here either. I have to wait for the nurse for who knows how long…

It seems that the school has a shower for children who are in sports clubs, but I son’t know where it is because I’m not in any clubs since I often take days off of school.

Even If I knew where the shower room was, the crying child would shake her head in shame from being seen by someone that she knows. Well, it looks like she’s in a fine arts type of club. She’d look normal reading a book in the library. So, she probably wouldn’t meet anyone she knows in that shower room. And, the pool shower room is locked at this time and can’t be used…

By the way, if there aren’t any possible places to shower in the school, there’s always my house. It’s a few minutes away on foot, and, if we walk quickly, it won’t be a problem.

“Do you want to go to my house? There’s clothes there.”

“Ehh…? Bu-but, if you leave school at this time, they’ll get angry…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’m always leaving, so it’s okay.”

For other people, if a guardian doesn’t pick them up, they can’t leave, but, due to the nature of my job, I’m allowed to leave early if s.h.i.+nosaki-san is unable to pick me up. The security guard-san knows my face, and I can pa.s.s.

Well, the school might get angry later, but it can’t be helped.

In fact, I could get out of the school without talking to security guard-san. But, that requires climbing a 5-meter wall, (1) and I can’t possibly do that with the crying child with me.

When we arrived at my house, my mother wasn’t there.  The small white board in the living room had, “Kazuki’s kindergarten’s  visiting day.” I thought that they will come home together at 3 o’clock. I didn’t know that she’d leave early, but it’s good that way.

I showered the crying child, and my skirt and pantsu got wet. I wound a shawl, which I borrowed from the nurse’s office without permission, around her back, and I threw the dirty clothes into the was.h.i.+ng machine, and then I started dressing her. Since there weren’t many clothes, it didn’t take much time to wash them, and I’ll only have to wait 40 minutes for them to dry.  We’ll just barely be in time for 4th period.

I got a change of clothes, and I gave them to her with a bath towel.  I wondered if I should give her spare pantsu, but I certainly wouldn’t like to wear the pantsu of others. Until her pantsu are washed, she’ll have to endure wearing pajama trousers with no pan(tsu).

“You’ll have to change here.”

“S-sorry…”

When I, in the dressing room, talked to the person in the bathroom, that reply came back over the shower’s noise.  After that, I started stretching using a balance ball in the living room.

The body’s flexibility is important, so I do it everyday. When s.h.i.+nosaki-san sees me stretching on my free time, she gets angry for me not resting.

“Um, umm… My uniform……Ah!”

After her shower ended, she came out and saw my completely-curved pose on the balance ball. Because of that, my pantsu was completely visible. I was careless as I thought n.o.body would see me, but it’s okay since she’s a girl.

“I washed your uniform; I think it’ll dry in around an hour.”

“I see… Sorry…”

“Well, relax until it dries. What do you want to drink?”

I got up without any trouble. My pantsu are completely hidden now, good?

I took orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured it into a cup, and I brought the tray that was holding the cup.

This area’s supermarket only has high-grade, domestic, and expensive things, so this orange juice is expensive. It seems that even Sakuranagi Academy students don’t have a problem with their high-cla.s.s products.

When we first moved, my mother grieved over the price and went to a distant supermarket, but she seems to have given up.

It was expected, but, in this area, a madam holding bags from a cheap supermarket and riding a bicycle stood out.

I put the juice on the table and sat on the sofa next to the once-crying child.

The once-crying child stopped crying, but she didn’t talk about anything.

“I am Hanamura Nanami from cla.s.s 3 in 4th grade. You are?”

“Umm… Me too, cla.s.s 3… Same cla.s.s, I’m… Ogasawara Ayano.” (2)

“Yes! We’re in the same cla.s.s!”

“…Sorry, I have no presence… people(strangers) would always forget me…”

Bad, I totally didn’t know that we were in the same cla.s.s. Well, I didn’t go to school that much. I only remember half of my cla.s.smates’ names, but I thought I remembered their faces. But, apparently, her presence was so thin that it didn’t enter my hippocampus. I tried to remember so I wouldn’t be shamed, but I was found out, wasn’t I? Sorry.

With that unpleasant silence, I drank the orange juice. It had a refres.h.i.+ng sour taste. Yep, expensive orange juice is delicious, much better than escaping reality by looking at the corner of the living room like Ayano-chan.

My family put posters of dramas and movies that I appeared on there. Yes, I forgot to clean up this place. Since we moved to this mansion, there weren’t any other visitors other than for work, so I was careless. Well, whatever. She heard what I said in the science prep room anyways.

“…Are you okay?”

“Um, umm… Hanamura-san really is “Hanasaki Nana-chan”…right…?”

“Yes, that’s right. For various reasons, I hid it.”

I took off the wig and my gla.s.ses. As I posed and did a wink, Ayano-chan’s expression quickly shone.

“It-it’s the real Nana-chan…”

She gazed at me with glittering eyes. I posed and winked, but I’d never do that for real. I do it a lot in acting, but it’s pretty embarra.s.sing when I do it.

“This… Don’t tell anyone from school.”

“Umm, yes, since you said so, I’ll keep the secret… Why are you hiding this?”

“Well… Various reasons.”

Because of the hara.s.sment at my old school, the story of me transferring wasn’t mentioned in the news nor did it enter the wide show.

Well, me transferring wasn’t newsworthy, and the wide show probably didn’t want to report on the trouble that they caused. Therefore, it wasn’t commonly known; only the concerned parties knew that I transferred.

So, I explained of what happened in my previous school.
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(1)16’5″
(2)小笠原綾乃(Ogasawara Ayano); (小 meaning small) (笠 meaning conical hat) (原 meaning field) (綾 meaning design) (乃, a kanji for the particle の)

Side note: the author really likes pantsu…