Chapter 37 Scumbag Trying to Protect Himself and English Lesson from the Principal

Scumbag Trying to Protect Himself and English Lesson from the Principal

Kondo’s PoV

Damn it, damn it, damn it! I won’t forgive the person who set me up!

We were taken to the nearest police station, where the officers scolded us harshly.

“Aren’t you ashamed? A high school student skipping school to go to a place like that!”

“Your mother even filed a missing persons report because you didn’t come home, Amada-san!”

“You’re still a student! You shouldn’t act so irresponsibly!”

“We’ll contact your mother!”

At the mention of contacting her mother, Miyuki panicked, squirming as she pleaded, “Please don’t do that.”

But the officer’s response was merciless.

“No, we have to. Your mother reported you missing. She’s worried sick about you. You’re a high school student. You should know better!”

Hearing this, Miyuki burst into tears.

But to me, those words sounded like a glimmer of hope.

The way the officer spoke suggested they wouldn’t contact the school. This was my chance. I just had to play along. Before, I resisted, but now I needed to look cooperative. If I played this right, I could escape unscathed.

“Miyuki isn’t a bad person. It’s my fault. I was the one who pressured her. She had a fight with her mom last night and didn’t know where to go, so I invited her. Punish me if you must, but…”

How’s that? I must look like the perfect boyfriend, protecting his vulnerable girlfriend.

“No, even if you say that, we still have to contact her mother. It’s our job.”

Got you!

The key now was ensuring they didn’t inform the school. My reputation—and my college recommendation—would remain intact. All I needed was for my father to come and sort everything out.

“Then I’ll apologize to Miyuki’s mother personally.”

I said, adding a deliberate shake to my voice for effect. If I cried, it would be perfect.

After all, I’m a politician’s son. Fooling people is second nature.

“Okay, but don’t let it happen again!”

I was confident I’d get away with it. Acting like the remorseful boyfriend willing to bow his head would surely work.

About an hour later, my father arrived.

“I’m sorry for the trouble my foolish son has caused.”

He apologized, radiating sincerity.

That’s a politician for you—masterful at feigning regret.

Quietly, he whispered to me,

“Listen up. The school won’t be involved, but this incident could cause a scandal. I’m running for mayor next year. You need to tone down your womanizing and keep a low profile for a while. I’ll ensure this doesn’t spread locally, but don’t let this affect my campaign.”

Oh, life is too easy. I’m so lucky to have a father like him. Being the son of an influential person is truly amazing.

What I didn’t expect, however, was Miyuki’s mother’s reaction when she arrived.

Eiji’s PoV

That day, I walked home with Ichijo-san again.

“Senpai! How are your special classes going?”

“Pretty well, I think. They’re easier to follow than I expected.”

The one-on-one attention from the teachers helped a lot.

Surprisingly, the principal himself taught my English class.

“Aono-kun, I know my school gave you a rough time before. I sincerely apologize. If you ever face any difficulties, feel free to come to Takayanagi-sensei, Mitsui-sensei, or me. We’re here to support you.”

He said, his large frame exuding warmth and kindness.

In about 20 minutes, he covered essential grammar, vocabulary, and key textbook phrases in a way that was both simple and engaging.

“Let’s use the rest of the time to strengthen your listening and speaking skills.”

He suggested with a smile. He used a computer to play segments from foreign comedy dramas, which were far faster and more conversational than the usual class audio.

Whenever a critical point came up, he’d pause to explain.

“See here? These words are blending together. That’s how native speakers sound.”

“And this word, [wanna], doesn’t appear often in Japanese high school English. But in American English, it’s used daily. British speakers might see it as a colloquialism, but it’s the same as [want to]. Have you seen the movie Armageddon? The theme song uses it: ‘I don’t wanna close my eyes, I don’t wanna fall asleep.’”

His explanations were not only clear but also fascinating. I’d heard he was a rugby player, but his love for movies and his vast collection of DVDs and Blu-rays added a unique flair to his teaching.

The drama he picked—a romantic comedy about socially awkward science geniuses—was one of my favorites. It felt like he chose it specifically to keep me motivated.

“I had no idea the principal’s classes were so fun…”

Ichijo-san said, sounding genuinely impressed.

“Senpai, you’re lucky to have such great people around you.”

She was right. Even I was amazed at how much support I had. The girl walking beside me, someone I’d only met recently, had become one of the people who understood me best.

“So, Senpai, um… I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but there’s someone I want you to meet.”

Ichijo-san turned toward the school gate, where I saw Hayashi-san, a junior from the Literature Club, standing nervously. Her eyes glistened as if she were about to cry.