Sumire Nagase suddenly appeared in the nurse’s office, causing Hachiya Uchida to tense up, his scalp prig.

  At school, Sumire Nagase was known for being strict, and many students privately regarded her as a fierce "mer."

  “I… I’m… Chiba, say something!” Hachiya Uchida muttered, looking down as he nudged Shuichi Chiba beside him.

  Having seen Sumire Nagase’s more rexed side, Shuichi Chiba didn’t perceive any authority from the teacher. He looked her up and down, then asked, “What are you doing here, teacher? Your face looks a bit flushed; are you sick?”

  “It’s just a little cold. I came to grab some medie. Don’t ge the subject; I was just asking why you two aren’t in gym css and what are you doing here.” Sumire Nagase said, crossing her arms and puffing up her chest to look imposing.

  Hachiya Uchida awkwardly scraped the insole of his shoe with his toes, regretting following Shuichi Chiba out. He would have preferred to hide in a er of the gym and sck off.

  “That’s not good, teacher. It’s autumn now, the peak season for flu; you o take a cold seriously. Isn’t the school nurse here? Have you taken your temperature?”

  As Shuichi Chiba spoke, he casually walked past Sumire Nagase into the nurse’s office, looking for the medie et and a thermometer.

  Sumire Nagase seemed unsure of how to respond. “My health isn’t important; let’s talk about you two first…”

  “I found it!” Shuichi Chiba interrupted her, then raised his hand to wave at her.

  “e over here to take your temperature. You’re a teacher; how you still say such childish things? What’s more important than your health?”

  Hachiya Uchida peeked in from outside, his eyes wide with shock at the se. He could hardly imagine how Shuichi Chiba mao pull this off.

  He was pletely turning the tables, so calm and posed, and it looked like he was especially skilled at it.

  Shuichi Chiba noticed him and immediately said, “Uchida, what are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you go back to css?”

  “ht, right! I should get back to css. Teacher, I’m leaving now.”

  Hachiya Uchida felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, secretly thinking that Chiba was such a good person for c for him aing him leave first.

  What a loyal friend!

  Sumire Nagase watched Hachiya Uchida run away and rolled her eyes at Shuichi Chiba. “You got caught skipping css, and now you’re lecturing me?”

  “Not taking care of your health is a crime against your future self. That’s what the teacher taught me. And I’m not skipping css; I really twisted my ankle just now, so Uchida brought me here to rest.” Shuichi Chiba replied.

  He checked the eleic thermometer and then ha to Sumire Nagase.

  “Did you really twist your ankle?”

  Sumire Nagase took the thermometer and walked over to sit on the bed he door. She unzipped her track jacket and slipped her hand inside her undershirt to pce the thermometer under her armpit.

  “Really.”

  “Is it serious?”

  “Probably.”

  “So it’s just an excuse, then?”

  “Maybe.”

  Sumire Nagase pouted, clearly not surprised. “Even if you’ll have a fortable life iure, since you’re in school, at least try to take it a bit seriously?”

  “I promise I will ime. But for now, you should worry less and take a break. Otherwise, if your health dees, then you’ll have to worry about food, medie, and all that.” Shuichi Chiba replied as he arrahe cold and fever medications he found oable, blinking his eyes.

  “…”

  Sumire Nagase instantly felt defensive. With her weakened body from being sick, her willpower was also g, and she said somewhat mournfully, “Damn rich people! ’t you just stop rubbing it in? You’re definitely doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

  “Isn’t it about time? I think I hear the beep; you take out the thermometer now. Or do you not want to move and wao help you with that?”

  Shuichi Chiba said this, but he showed no iion of actually doing it.

  Sumire Nagase shot him a gnd took the thermometer from her armpit. “I’m your teacher; there are some jokes that shouldn’t be made.”

  “Don’t worry, teacher. I was just joking, with absolutely no other meaning behind it. After all, you’re not really my type.” Shuichi Chiba said, gng away from her.

  Sumire Nagase immediately realized that she was being uimated. The key was that she couldn’t do much about it si was true… she was small.

  Being evaluated like this by her student really made Sumire Nagase furious. However, her mind was still a bit foggy, and strahoughts began to emerge.

  Her current situation as an aging single woman robably somewhat reted to this aspect, right?

  What a sad life…

  “Teacher, are you okay?” Shuichi Chiba asked, notig her drooping expression. He waved his hand in front of her. “Do you have a fever?”

  “Yeah… 38.7 degrees.” Sumire Nagase replied weakly, pletely losing the earlier assertiveness.

  “Any other symptoms? Like a cough or a runny nose?” Shuichi Chiba pressed on.

  “No, just a fever. I feel really hot all over and have no energy.” Sumire Nagase replied, fetting she was talking to a student and responding as if she were speaking to a doctor.

  “In that case, you should take some fever-redug medie. We o lower that temperature quickly. We discuss the other symptoms ohe urns.”

  Shuichi Chiba turo pour a cup of warm water and thehe medie and water into Sumire Nagase’s hands.

  After watg her take the medie, he urged her to lie down on the bed, took off her gsses and pced them aside, covered her with a b, and pulled the curtains around the bed so she could rest and sleep well.

  Calg the time, if everythi smoothly, Tsuki Akiyama should be arriving soon.

  After finishing his tasks, Shuichi Chiba walked to the door of the infirmary, gng back at the bed surrounded by curtains, his heart skipping a beat.

  Pying around with the student cil president in front of a sick teacher in the infirmary…

  What kind of excitement could that even describe?

  While waiting for Tsuki Akiyama, Shuichi Chiba idly flipped through the medie oable and soon discovered something iial suppository edie.

  This dosage form was retively accepted in Japan because it was indeed very effective and acted quickly and safely.

  Well, the usage method was just a bit inve—simir to Mayinglong.

  Shuichi Chiba stroked his , p for a moment.

  Then, he casually pocketed one.

  He had a feeling it might e in handy ter.

  Soon, Tsuki Akiyama arrived, her face flushed and her eyes filled with excitement as she ehe infirmary, only to find the door wide open, with Shuichi Chiba sitting in the health teacher's seat.

  A shiver ran through her.

  “Chiba-kun, are we pying doctor now?”

  Shuichi Chiba was taken aback by her words; he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of pying doctor in the infirmary.

  He had assumed they were going to py out the se of the cold and aloof student cil president asleep while a male cssmate discovered her.

  It was only after Tsuki Akiyama mentio that he realized.

  “Shh, keep it down. Ms. Nagase is sid resting over there.”

  Regaining his posure, Shuichi Chiba hurriedly interrupted any potentially more provocative ents from Tsuki Akiyama, pointing towards the bed with the drawn curtains.

  Upon hearing this, instead of feeling scared, Tsuki Akiyama's eyes lit up even more, and her breathing became rapid.

  L her voice, she asked, “Chiba-kun, how did you mahis? You sent the health teacher away and got Ms. Nagase to e here to cooperate…”