Baka to Tesuto to Syokanju ~Versión Española~: V01 Cap 02

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Segunda Pregunta

Por favor, escribe el modismo que concuerde con las siguientes frases:

(1) Fallar en algo que se te da bien

(2) Encontrarte en situaciones desafortunadas de forma consecutiva

La respuesta de Himeji Mizuki:

(1) "Hasta un mono puede caerse de un árbol".

(2) "Encontrar una gotera en un día lluvioso".

Comentario del profesor:

Perfecto. Existen otras respuestas correctas para la primera parte, tales como, "Caballos perdiendo sus cascos delanteros",y "Hasta los peces pueden ahogarse"; otras respuestas para la segunda parte serían: "Lo bueno nunca parece llegar, pero lo malo no deja de ocurrir", y "Un mal año para la suerte", etcétera.

La respuesta de Tsuchiya Kouta:

(1) "Hasta los caballos se caerán de los árboles".

Comentario del profesor:

Sería una visión impresionante.

La respuesta de Yoshii Akihisa:

(2) "Tener una gotera mientras ocurre una avalancha".

Comentario del profesor:

¿Eso no es tener demasiada mala suerte?

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"Pero qué... ¿No es demasiado grande para ser una clase?"

Nada más pisar por primera vez el tercer piso al que nunca tuve ocasión de echar un vistazo el año anterior, vi una clase 5 veces más grande de lo normal justo frente a mí.

¿Quizás fuera la clase A de la que la gente había estado hablando tanto? Echémosle un vistazo al interior.

"Felicidades a todos por conseguir llegar a vuestro segundo año. Mi nombre es Takahashi Youko, y soy la tutora de la clase A. Encantada de conoceros."

Me detuve y observé el interior de la clase a través del ventanal, había una mujer con gafas que parecía de inteligente de pie junto a la pizarra. Tenía el pelo recogido detrás de su cabeza e iba arreglada vistiendo un traje.

Cuando detuvo su discurso, su nombre no apareció en la pizarra. En su lugar, apareció en una televisión de plasma suficientemente grande como para cubrir la pared. ¡Qué lujazo! ¿Cuánto dinero se habrán gastado en eso?

"Antes de nada, por favor, comprobad que todo lo que se os ha dado. Todos deberíais tener un portátil. aire acondicionado personal, nevera, sillas inclinables, etc. ¿Todo funciona correctamente?"

Había más que espacio, instalaciones y equipo necesarios. Por lo que los 50 alumnos no tendrían que repartirse nada.

Las neveras estaban llenas de bebidas y aperitivos. Cada estudiante poseía su propio aire acondicionado, ajustable a cualquier temperatura que deseara.

Si echaras un vistazo por la clase, verías que el techo era de cristal. Habían colgados cuadros de alta calidad en las paredes, y también plantas decorativas por toda la habitación. El diseño parecía como vestíbulo de un hotel de 5 estrellas.

"Además, el material de clase y las bebidas y aperitivos de la neveras son cubiertos por la escuela, totalmente gratuitos. Si necesitarais algún tipo de instalación o equipo concretos, no dudéis en pedirlos."

Podía oler la fragancia del té rojo, parecía que algunos estudiantes habían hecho un poco.

"A continuación, presentaré al líder de la clase. Kirishima Shouko, acércate, por favor."

"De acuerdo."(NdT: dice 'Yes' a secas pero he preferido poner esto en principio.)

La persona que se puso de pie y respondió fue una chica con el pelo largo y negro. Su apariencia recordaba a la de una muñeca japonesa.

Era una chica con una apariencia dulce que además era preciosa, y tenía un aire majestuoso que daba la impresión de estar libre de cualquier pecado.

Todos los de la clase la miraban.

El Líder de la Clase era la persona que sacaba la mayor puntuación en el examen para la división de alumnos por clase.

En otras palabras, la persona más inteligente de la clase A era también la persona más inteligente entre todas las de segundo año; esto explicaba porqué recibía tanta atención.

"Me llamo Kirishima Shouko, encantada de conoceros."

Aunque todo sus compañeros la observaban fijamente, fue capaz de presentarse con tranquilidad.

Parecía que devolvía la mirada a todo el mundo, pero cuando miré con atención, sólo le devolvía la mirada a las chicas. ¡Parecía que los rumores eran ciertos! (NdT: en la versión inglesa, queda un poco ambiguo, opté por entender que había también hombres en la clase pero que sólo devolvía la mirada a las mujeres)

Fue muy famosa tan pronto se alistó en este instituto. Todo el mundo sabía lo guapa que era, y muchos chicos habían intentado salir con ella. Sin embargo, ninguno lo consiguió.

Desde entonces, se oían rumores acerca de que le gustaban las chicas-----Veo que el oleaje no empezó sin viento.

"¡Alumnos de la clase A, cooperad con Kirishima de ahora en adelante hasta el final del segundo año y esforzaos al máximo! La 'GUERRA' comienza ahora, os pido por favor que no perdáis ante nadie."

La tutora terminó su discurso, Kirishima se inclinó respetuosamente y volvió a su asiento.

¡Oh no! Debería irme ya para mi clase.

Rápidamente, recorrí los pasillos con paso ligero.

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Me quedé de pie bajo el cartel que ponía "2º año, clase F", y dudé.

¿Daría una mala impresión a mis compañeros el hecho de que llegara tarde?

¿Alguno de ellos sería repelente, diera miedo o fuera difícil de tratar?

¿Qué tipo de camaradas tendría el resto del año? Cuanto más pensaba en ello, más nervioso me ponía.

"Bueno, quizás me preocupo demasiado."

Tan sólo llegaba tarde; no había nada de lo que preocuparse.

Ahora que lo pensaba, eramos compañeros; ¡No había motivo para estar asustado! Quizás empezaban a preocuparse por mí, pensando que podría estar enfermo (en verdad, me quedé dormido).

Cálmate, no había nada de lo que preocuparse. Necesitaba confiar en los camaradas con quienes iba a trabajar de ahora en adelante.

Tras autoconvencerme, abrí la puerta y saludé a los compañeros que había en clase con mi voz más sincera.

"Siento llegar tarde ♪."

"¡Siéntate ya, estúpido!"

¡Mi entrada perfecta estaba arruinado!

"¿No has oído lo que te acabo de decir?"

Ahora que lo pensaba, esta persona se estaba pasando. Por ser profesor no tienes el derecho de hablar de esta forma.

Miré con furia al tipo que estaba sobre el podio.

Era inesperadamente alto, ¡probablemente cercano a 180cm! Era esbelto pero no delgado, lo que le hacía parecer un boxeador implacable. Lentamente levantando la vista, vi un par de ojos llenos de fuerza de voluntad, era guapo y con una mirada asalvajada, y pelo corto que parecía una melena más de un león que de una persona.

"¿qué demonios haces, Yuuji?"

Este tío no era un profesor; era mi tan aclamado amigo, Sakamoto Yuuji.

"Ya que el profesor llega tarde, estoy haciendo de sustituto."

"¿Estás sustituyendo al profesor? ¿Tú? ¿Por qué?"

"Parece ser que mi nota es la más alta de la clase F."

"¿Y eso te convierte en el líder de la clase?"

"Exactamente."

Yuuji sonrió pavoneándose. Tras escuchar lo que dijo, sonreí también. En otras palabras, si podía doblegar a Yuuji, nadie podría detenerme de hacer lo que quisiera en esta clase.

"Por eso, todos los de esta clase son mis subordinados."

Yuuji proudly overlooked the classmates who were sitting on the ground.

----Yes, everyone was sitting on the ground.

Why? The answer is simple, there were no chairs.

“On the other hand... This classroom really befits the name Class F.”

I should find a place and sit down first.

“Sorry, please let me through.”

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind me.

A stupid looking old man, dressed in a wrinkled shirt with untidy hair is standing there.

“It is homeroom meeting now; can I put a chair there?”

Since he didn't wear a uniform, and looked far from being a teenager, I thought he might be our homeroom teacher.

“Roger that.”

“Okay.”

Yuuji and I answered him separately and returned to our seats.

The teacher waited until we were seated, then stood on the podium and spoke slowly:

“Good morning everyone, my name is Fujihara Shin; I will be the homeroom teacher for Year 2 Class F. Nice to meet you.”

Fujihara-sensei originally planned to write his name on the dirty board, but he wasn't able to. Oh my god! The school didn't provide chalk?

“Does everyone have a Japanese-styled table and a cushion? Please raise your hand if you don't have one.”

There were around fifty students squeezing in this small little classroom, without writing tables. There were only tatamis, Japanese-styled tables and cushions. What new and luxurious facilities! I had known about this since my first year, but seeing it firsthand still shocked me.

“Sensei-----My cushion doesn't have any cotton in it.”

There were a number of students who complained about the faulty equipment.

“I see. Bear with it.”

“Sensei, the leg of my table is broken.”

“Did they give you some glue? Glue it yourself later.”

“Sensei, cold air is blowing in from the broken window..”

“I see. I'll report it to the school and request for plastic bags and tape to repair it.”

In the corner of the room, there were spiders freely making webs, and there wasn't a single spot on the wall that was clean or without graffiti. This is terrible; is this an abandoned house?

“If you need anything else, try to take care of it yourself...”

There was a smell of mildew filling up the classroom; it must be coming from below these old tatamis.

“Let's begin the self-introductions! We will start from the person sitting beside the corridor.”

When Fujihara-sensei finished his speech, one of the students in the circle stood up and started to introduce himself.

“My name is Kinoshita Hideyoshi, a member of the drama club.”

It was Hideyoshi speaking.

He had a unique way of talking. With a slim body and loosely tied shoulder-length hair, at a glance ----- No, even when I looked at him carefully, his cuteness could easily make me, someone who knew him, think that he was a girl. That's right, that was Kinoshita Hideyoshi, my classmate from last year.

On the other hand, if he dressed up in a female uniform and changed his way of speaking, he would definitely be treated like a girl. This could happen easily in a class filled with smelly guys like this.

“So then, nice to see you.”

Hideyoshi smiled subtly, and ended his self-introduction. So... so CUTE! Wait a second, Yoshii Akihisa, don't fall for it! He's a guy!

“Tsuchiya Kouta…”

I was still mumbling the warning I had to give myself numerous times last year, when the next student had already started his self-introduction.

Who was it? Ah, I knew this guy as well.

He was still as reticent as usual. He didn't have a huge body, but you could see that he was good at sports from the muscles he had. I didn't know why he was so shy. Was it because he didn't want to stand out too much and get into trouble? Well, there were all sorts of people in the world.

However, I could only see guys in the classroom. Are there always so few girls in the worst class?

“...is my name. I grew up overseas. Although I can speak Japanese, reading is still a bit hard for me.”

While I was thinking, another introduction began.

“My English is very poor because I grew up in Germany. My hobby is ---”

OH! It was a girl this time; it was a precious treasure to the whole class. Finally, at least there was one girl in the class.

“My hobby is beating Yoshii Akihisa ☆.”

Who was it? Who had this special, extreme, and dangerous hobby?

“Hello---”

The person who was smiling and waving at me is---

“Ah, Shi---Shimada, it is you!”

“Yoshii, nice to see you again this year”

Another person I knew, and my natural enemy from last year---Shimada Minami.

Why? Why were so many people I knew in the same class as me? Wasn't it strange? Was this an example of, "Birds of feathers flock together?" I couldn't believe I was actually on the same level as these people!

“Nice to see you.”

Okay, it seemed the person in front of me had just finished, and now it was my turn.

I took a breath and rose up from the ground.

Let's start my self-introduction! The first impression was very important. In order to make a lot of good friends, I made sure to stress that I was a positive and optimistic person.

Suddenly, an idea ran through my mind. I decided to use a relaxing joke to start my speech. I tried my best to speak in a funny way, and started my self-introduction.

“Er, my name is Yoshii Akihisa; feel free to call me 'Darling.'”

“DAR--LING!”

The chorus of rough voices was more disgusting than I could ever imagine.

“Sorry, I take back what I said! Nice to see you.”

Although I had a fake smile on my face and returned to my seat, I still felt like I was going to vomit. I never imagined that they would really call me that. Class F was really horrible.

Because of my feelings, the self-introductions never seemed to end.

Just when I nearly fell asleep from the monotonous introductions and names, someone opened the door. A girl stood at the entrance, putting her hand on her chest trying to catch her breath.

“I, I am sorry...I am la-late.”

“What?”

Everyone shouted, but this was expected. When something like this happens, anyone would be shocked.

“Actually, you're coming at just the right time. We are introducing ourselves now. Please introduce yourself to the class, Himeji.”

“O-OK! My name is Himeji Mizuki, nice to meet you...”

Himeji used a voice even smaller than her petite body.

Her skin was as white as new snow. The long and soft hair at her back showed the gentle nature of the owner. With her cute appearance, she truly stood out in a class filled with guys.

However, her beautiful outlook was not why everyone was shocked.

“I have a question!”

One of the guys who had already introduced himself raised his right hand.

“Ah, ye...yes, what is your question?”

Being questioned immediately after stepping into the classroom, Himeji couldn't hide her surprise and nervousness, but her actions were reminiscent of a cute little animal. It was so cute.

“Why are you here?”

What an impolite first question.

But this was the same question everyone in the class wanted to ask.

Her cute outlook did attract attention, but more importantly her marks were very high. She had the second highest score on the enrollment examination, and she was always among the top ten.

A good student like her shouldn't be in Class F. No matter whom you ask, the answer would be that she belongs in Class A.

“About this...”

With a nervous look on her face, her body stiffened up, and she said:

“I had a fever during the class division examination...”

After hearing that, the entire class nodded as if to say “So that's why.”

Leaving in the middle of the exam would result in a failing grade. In other words, she didn't finish the class division examination last year, so she was allocated to Class F.

Listening to Himeji's answer, many people in the class started to say their own excuses.

“Now that I think of it, I am allocated to Class F because of fever as well.”

“Yeah, it was chemistry, right? That was hard.”

“I didn't do well because I heard that my brother was involved in an accident.”

“Shut up, you singleton.”

“My girlfriend didn't let me sleep the night before examination.”

“Yeah, right. That's the biggest lie I ever heard.”

These guys were more idiotic than I could imagine.

“Nice... nice to see you.”

During the noisy discussion, she ran to the space beside Yuuji and me. I never thought that I would be in the same class as her, never mind sit next to her. To be honest, my heart was beating wildly. She was really very cute, and it made me think that welcoming her in a lousy classroom like this should be a serious crime.

“I am so scared...”

Himeji sighed and lay on the table when she got to her seat.

Great! Since we were sitting so close together, this was a great chance to talk! Our love would start from this incident, and eventually we would become destined lovers. That's right; this first sentence would be the key to the door of our happiness and future together.

“Hime-”

“Himeji.”

Yuuji, who was sitting beside me, spoke and raised his voice over mine. Damn you Yuuji! My future plan “From classmates to the red carpet of marriage---Our springtime meeting---Six hundred and fifty four episodes” ended without playing for more than two minutes! What am I supposed to show to the audience for the next six hundred fifty three hours and fifty eight minutes!?

“Y-Yes? Is anything wrong?”

Himeji looked at Yuuji, panicked, and carefully straightened out her skirt. Was it because sitting on cushion could easily wrinkle it?

“My name is Sakamoto, Sakamoto Yuuji, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, my name is Himeji, nice to meet you.”

She bowed her head deeply and gave a salute greeting. Her family education must had been very good.

“Well are you still feeling sick?”

“I would like to know too.”

I unwittingly cut into the conversation. I was sitting beside her during the class division examination, she didn't look too well at the time. I wondered if she felt better now.

“Yo-Yoshii?”

Himeji was shocked when she saw my face. Did you have to be so shocked like that? Was I that ugly? No way, this was impo----

“Himeji, sorry that Akihisa's ugly face scares you.”

What? What was going on here? Maybe Yuuji was trying to cover for me, but he was only making it worse.

“That... That's not true! You see, my eyes are filled with energy, my face is slim and beautiful, I am not ugly at all! Actually I...”

“Now that you mention it, your face doesn't look bad at all! Actually, I know someone who's interested in you!”

What? I'd never imagined that Yuuji would have such good information. I needed to confirm this.

“Eh? Who is ...”

“Who... Who is it?”

Himeji's voice covered my voice. Well, it didn't really matter since we were asking the same question. It seemed like girls in this age were interested in topics like this.

“I remember. The name is Kubo---”

Kubo? Who was the girl with the surname Kubo?

“Toshimitu, I think!”

Kubo Toshimitu --> ♂ (Sex/MALE)

“......”

“Akihisa, are you crying secretly?”

I was stained now; I couldn't be a bridegroom anymore.

“Don't worry, half of that was a joke.”

“What? What about the other half?”

“Oh right, Himeji, are you feeling well?”

“I am fine now.”

“Yuuji, what about the other half?”

Since Yuuji was ignoring me, I raised my voice to catch his attention.

“You over there, silence.”

The teacher knocked the table a few times, the knocking sound served as a warning.

“Sorry---”

(Crashing sound)

Suddenly, the teacher's wooden table collapsed into wood chips. The table couldn't even take a few knocks, how bad did we have it here?

“...I'll get a new table to replace it. Please be patient.”

The teacher felt embarrassed and quickly stepped out of the classroom.

Once again I realized how lousy our equipment was.

“Ah ha ha...”

Himeji had a forced smile on her face.

Looking at her like this reminded me that people like Yuuji and I deserved to study in a classroom like this, but it must be hard for a student like her.

Well, it was our own fault for not performing well in the examination. Being able to take care of our own health was a kind of a strength as well. But being allocated to Class F just because of leaving the exam due to a fever was ridiculous. They should have at least given her another chance.

Anger towards the unfairness of the class division examination swirled up inside me. If that's the case, we should try our best in getting some better equipment for her.

I talked to the class leader who was yawning at the moment, “Yuuji, come here.”

“What do you want?”

“We can't talk here, let's go to the corridor.”

“Fine by me.”

I stood up and walked towards the corridor. At that time, Himeji and I somehow made eye contact.

“Well, what's up?”

It was homeroom meeting now and no one was in the corridor, so we could speak freely.

“About this classroom...”

Of course I meant this one.

“The Class F classroom? It's worse than what I imagined.”

“You also think so, right?”

“Of course.”

“Have you looked at Class A's equipment?”

“Yeah, it's so different from ours. I've never seen a classroom like that before.”

On one side was a classroom with a blackboard full of cracks, without even any chalk to write on it with. On the other side was a classroom with an expensive plasma TV. Nobody can accept a difference in treatment like this, right?

“I have an idea. Since we are second years now, let's have a 'Test Summoning War!'”

“A war?”

“Yes, and the enemy is Class A.”

“Why?”

Suddenly, Yuuji looked at me with wariness.

“Nothing special, it is just that our classroom is really lousy.”

“Don't lie to me. A person like you, who has no interest in studying, now wants to have a war over the equipment? We'd be more likely to win the lottery.”

Damn! His sixth sense was still as good as ever.

“No... No, that's not right! If I didn't want to study, I wouldn't have chosen this school---”

“You chose this school because it's cheap and has a good reputation in universities, right?"

No! I explained my reason to him before.

“Ah---That's----It's because....”

What should I do? I couldn't think of anything better.

“It's because of Himeji, right?”

Shock!

Since my real intention was actually for him to see through me, I unwittingly straightened my back.

“How... How do you know that?”

“You're so simple! I just tested you a bit, and you gave it away yourself.”

The wary looking eyes disappeared, replaced by Yuuji's smile. I was cheated!

“That's not the only reason---”

“Yeah yeah, you don't have to explain anymore, I totally understand.”

“I just told you, it's not what you think!”

Damn! I couldn't even communicate with this guy.

“Don't worry; even if you hadn't suggested it, I had already planned to declare war against Class A.”

“Huh? Why? Yuuji, you're not studying either, are you?”

That's why he didn't care about the class equipment.

“I just want to prove that grades don't mean everything.”

“?”

“I even came up with a plan to defeat Class A----Oh, the teacher's back! Let's get into the classroom.”

Yuuji urged me to get in the classroom.

“Let's continue with the self-introductions.”

After bringing in the new table (this one was lousy too), the homeroom meeting continued.

“My name is Sugawa Ryou. My hobby is---”

The monotonous introductions continued as usual.

“Sakamoto, you're the last.”

“Roger.”

Yuuji answered the teacher's call and rose up from the seat.

He kept his usual kidding mode and walked slowly towards the podium, with the dignity of class leader.

“Sakamoto is the class leader for Class F, right?”

Facing Fukuhara-sensei's question, Yuuji replied with a nod.

It was the perfect match, the worst class leader for the worst class. Instead of saying it's an honor, it might actually be a shame.

But Yuuji didn't think like that. He stood confidently on the podium and looked down at us.

“I am the class leader of Class F, Sakamoto Yuuji. You can either call me Sakamoto, or class leader.”

Most of the students in the class didn't really care about who he was, since he was only the least idiotic of the idiots in Class F. Most thought it was like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Now, I have a question for everyone.”

He looked into everyone's eyes, and spoke slowly.

Maybe it was because he got the timing right, everyone was looking at him now.

When he confirmed that he had everyone's attention, he moved his eyes to every corner of the classroom.

A classroom with the smell of mildew.

Old and dirty cushions.

Japanese tables with dirt left from sweats.

We followed his sight, looking at these one by one.

“Class A not only has air-conditioners, it also has adjustable chairs.”

He took a deep breath, and calmly said:

“Are you dissatisfied?”

“Of course!”

The cries from the souls of every member in Class F rang through the corridor.

“Aren't you? Even I am dissatisfied with the current situation. As the class leader, I can see a big problem in here.”

“That's right!”

“No matter how cheap the school fee is, it is unthinkable to let us use such equipment! We must tell the school to improve it!”

“We pay the same fee as Class A, but the treatment is too different!”

Complaints were coming from everywhere in the class.

“You are right. Therefore...”

Satisfied with the reaction of the classmates, Yuuji showed a fearless smile on his face.

“As a class leader, I have a suggestion.”

Showing his tiger-tooth to his fellow comrades, he stated:

“I plan to declare a 'Test Summoning War' against Class A.”

Class F leader, Sakamoto Yuuji, had ignited the flame of war.

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