Quantum Leap - Vol. 2 Exile Island (formerly Till Death Do Us Part)

C003 First Lesson

A few guys tried to grab a few pieces out from the bento box as I managed to slap their hands away. The boys had tried to grab a piece of sushi and sausage that had been deliciously deep-fried that looked more like a four-legged red squid. I am about to defend the food from their grubby hands as I knew that they all had equally deliciously prepared bento boxes or simply had pocket money to head down to the canteen later on instead.  

*SMACK*

"HEY...!  You have your own bento, am I right?! Quit messing around and I added "BAGERO NAN DESU KA" (i***t, what do you want) subtly with the mean words. The guys laughed at me since they rarely hear me curse those words and they took it lightly. They had never expected that a bookworm like me would be using such words after all. Hahaha...!

Well let me introduce a bit of Japanese culture: (do correct me if I am wrong, alright?)

Calling each other in terms of boys and girls and seniors

1. San is used as an honorific term for Mr, Mrs, Miss and so on.

2. Kun is used to describing males who are junior at school or work.

3. Chan is used to describing children or females such as loli-chan. Hehehe.

4. Senpai is used for senior students addressed by other students.

5. Sama is used just like San but with higher authority or out of respect among the same age.

However calling each other without Sama or San is considered rude, but in terms of close peers or schoolmates, no honorific could be used and it neither shows respect or disrespect.

Back to the scene of the rowdy classroom. 

Even though lessons start at 845am sharp daily and ends by 315pm, we students have a lunch break at 1210pm and ends by 1 pm for exactly 50 minutes. Of course, there weren't any other breaks that we can have but some of the bolder boys would sneak out intermittently to steal some puffs before heading back to class. 

They would go to the common boy's room in pairs or trios and steal some puffs and then rinsed their hands and mouths to get rid of the cigarette smell. Well, at least this would reduce the suspicions of the teachers who seemed to bore and wear the class down with their monotonous lectures.

There were no extra-curriculum activities on Saturdays which means this era would either be in the year 2002 or after. I just happened to scan my surroundings and saw a folding calendar on top of the teacher's table as it clearly marked as the year 2005.

Phew...! Even though its a 12 years flashback for me, but frankly speaking, it would be much better than the low tech era I was in the last Leap. 

I looked across the student in front of me and the school badge that was embroidered on his breast pocket was called "Shimizu Higashi High School" or SHHS for now. In fact, the words inscribed was either in Hiragana, Katanaka or Kanji characters but as soon as I glanced at it, it materialized in front of me and became Romanised instead. Lucky me...I don't have to use any kind of translation at all.

So it seemed that this is Year 1 class 4 of SHHS and its a new term coming close to the end before a major midterm examination. I scanned the classroom once more and found that the girls were either voluptuous or of medium built with their breast cups ranging from 26 to 30. 

For those in size 30, their cups and their fully bloomed breasts that overfill it seemed to be bursting the buttons of their blouses. How do these teenagers have such voluptuous breasts at such an early age? I blinked hard as I scanned their protruding breasts inside their blouses which screamed for my attention and frankly speaking, these two mountain peaks really distracted my true aim when I body exchanged with the original Kenzo guy.

As for the guys, none of them looked too handsome or too shabby and neither anyone had an athletic body as well, including me. It seemed that our bodies were made to be the same size and proportions. Are we being churned out from a production plant to have such a similar physique? Hahaha...!

I wondered to myself about the tasks I would be facing in the future to come and the purpose of me being here in the first place. I was also wondering what had happened to the original soul of Kenzo after I had transmigrated and taken over his body. Only the answers remained with Max and right now, he was nowhere to be seen at all to provide me with some clues whatsoever.

Yup... That was how I ended up on the first day in the body of Kenzo. Tasks unknown. Ending up as a student was not all too bad and the only part was to adjust to my new environment and to find out the purpose of me being here. Maybe my task was to investigate the voluptuousness of the breasts and become a BREAST INSPECTOR...Hahaha...!

Furthermore, when Kagome gave me her look, it seemed a bit like Ani before and well... I just need to know what kind of relationship level I have with her right now. Would it be s****l and would other girls be involved? Would this series be a kinky three or foursome that ends in a bang? Hahaha...!

=*=

The school bell rang throughout the school building indicating that very soon, it would be the start of a new lesson in class. Actually, it would be the first lesson of the day. I looked at the timetable of lessons for the week that was affixed at the top right of my table and found that it was History. Thank you, Kenzo, old boy. You are really quick thinking of preparing these things beforehand and frankly speaking, I HATE HISTORY  SUBJECT AND ITS LESSONS...! Before, now and in the future, because I have trouble in remembering the dates and historical events.

I was afraid that I may take a much longer time to recognise the boys inside my group and fortunately, every boy and girl have different coloured hair and I could just use that as a tool for me. As long as they are wearing their school uniform, I could easily identify them. Furthermore, I do not have an ability like seeing those names hovering above their heads. Such wishful thinking...Hahaha...!

I literally skipped History lessons when I was in high school before, in fact, I dropped the whole subject and replaced it with Literature instead. So, instead of remembering important names in history, I would rather get stuck behind a fictional book that would successfully capture my attention from start to end. In this way, I would be able to remember some important parts inside the book rather than to remember a lot of significant names and events from a History Book...!

But History lessons... Urrrghh. I totally slumped my head on the table and sprawl across it. I was in a hopeless situation and I am not sure whether I should feign sick just to escape the dreaded first lesson of the day. Just before I could take any action, a bespectacled man walked in and everyone rose to their feet. (after the bell rang everyone scrambled back to their seats and maintained absolute discipline)

"Good morning Sensei...!" Everyone in class greeted the teacher in unison. From the look of the bespectacled teacher before us, I simply had my interest taken away from me totally and all I could wish was to shrink away or maybe leap 45 minutes later in the future instead of being stuck and have to listen to the monotonous, boring speech of the teacher. Wuwuwu...

How I could feign having a stomach ache and then be excused from class. "Sigh...! Groooaann..." I really hate this part of my life already. How I wished there were no history lessons in this part of the world. I sighed and groaned as I slumped even further on the top of my desk.

The back of my chair was suddenly kicked by the guy directly behind me that made me sit up straight instead of slouching in that manner. If I continue to do so, I would definitely be dealt with whatever the teacher would cook up for such a punishment. Those were the days of a typical Japanese high school classroom. Since I was a bookworm type, I guess I have to act the way I am for now.

"Dammit, Kenzo...! Why should you be so brainy for? Why can't you just be like an ordinary school kid with average grades rather than be one that had superb marks...Urrgghh...!!!" I was looking at the ceiling lights and watched the oscillating ceiling fan and was lost in my own world. 

Suddenly a chalkboard duster that the teacher had held in his hands came flying through the air from his end and managed to hit me squarely on my forehead...!

*SMACK*

The chalkboard duster hit my forehead and it emitted a cloud of white dust around my face. 

*OUCH!*

I squealed out and immediately held on the part where I was hit and rubbed my blurred eyes as I searched for the Goddamned duster, half intending to hurl it back at the teacher for doing so. But do you think I should be doing so? The whole classroom was looking at me in silence as they held their breath as I gripped the duster in my hand and walked slowly towards the front of the class.

All eyes were on me and to my hand that was clutching the duster tightly. Some of the girls covered their mouths either to silence their laughter or was simply in shock since this was the first time they had seen me being mistreated. They knew that the Kenzo they had known would not be skiving in class and the first thing the students were thinking was that the teacher had made a bad aim and hit the wrong person instead...!

If I am a hooligan I would surely smack the teacher's face several times with the duster. But instead, "Sensei, I think you had misjudged your aim and wanted to throw it at another student beside or in the front or back of me. Here you go, Sensei." I handed the duster back to him but as soon as he wanted to reach for it, I threw it instead to the blackboard and it landed in a box filled with all the coloured chalks perfectly.

"No, Kenzo. It was intentionally aimed and directed at you. I do not wish to find you slacking off in my class, not now or in the near future, ever. Do you understand me? You are excellent in your History lesson and come out tops in class every time."

"SO NO SLACKING OFF!!! I now want you to go and pick up where I last time dropped off and continue the lesson for me here in front of the class with me."

"WHAT THE FUCK...! I HATE HISTORY...! I HATE HISTORY...! I WANT TO GET OUT FROM HERE...MAX...WHERE THE f**k ARE YOU?!?!? HUAARRGGHH...!!!"

I cursed and swear silently as I looked at the teacher with a dumbfounded look and returned to my desk. As I was walking slowly, I stole a glance at Kagome and she had that little blush on her cheeks that accentuated her cuteness even more. It was as if she had a natural blusher on her cheeks all the time.

Everyone in the class was trying to stifle their laughter when they saw a spread of chalkboard dust in the middle of my forehead. I lazily picked my History book up and went back to where the teacher was standing patiently beside his desk.

"Sensei, could you kindly show me exactly where you had stopped the other time? I had read through several passages and forgot where you had actually paused." The teacher was all smiles when he discovered that I had somehow read the History book in advance of him and patted my shoulders as he explained to where he had stopped during his last lesson a few days before I even existed in this world...

There I was, standing in the front of the class with a huge splash of white on my forehead as I began to recite the "Shakai-Rekeishi Teki Bunya" or the Japanese Social Studies curriculum book, the part where the history teacher had last stopped in his previous teachings. I was like a half made up clown as the chalk marks on my face was literally wiped away on the sleeve of my shirt while Kagome was looking sheepishly at me while holding a packet of tissue out to me.

I felt a bit wrong if I were to accept it or not to accept it as I smiled foolishly at Kagome instead and her face suddenly flared up as red as a tomato. I guessed Japanese anime girls like Kagome loved to blush as often as I fart. Hahahaha...!

I was going through the textbook and telling the history aloud to the class was like reading a fairy tale to the students. It was kind of dreamy and my monotonous tone added to the dreamy effect as most of the students were trying to stifle their yawns,