Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [32]

The sudden appearance of Nase Sumire in the nurse's office made Uchida Yae instantly tense up, a chill running down his spine.

At school, Nase-sensei was infamous for her strictness—privately, students called her a fierce tigress behind her back.

“I…uh… I'm… Chiba, say something!” Uchida lowered his head, urgently nudging Chiba Shuuichi beside him.

Having seen Nase-sensei’s softer side in private, Chiba felt none of that usual fear. Calmly assessing her appearance, he countered:

“What’s Sensei doing here? Your face is flushed—are you sick?”

“It’s just a mild cold; I came to grab some medicine,” Nase Sumire replied, attempting to assert authority by crossing her arms. “Don't change the subject—I asked why you two are here instead of attending PE class.”

Uchida awkwardly dug his toes into his shoes, deeply regretting tagging along.

I’d have been better off hiding in a corner back in the gym.

“Sensei, that's no good. It’s autumn, peak flu season. You have to take a cold seriously. Is the nurse not here? Did you check your temperature yet?”

Chiba naturally brushed past her into the nurse's office, immediately rummaging through the medical cabinets for a thermometer.

Caught off guard, Nase-sensei hesitated, “My health isn't the issue—first, explain why you two—”

“Found it!” Chiba cut her off casually, waving the thermometer toward her.

“Come measure your temperature quickly. You’re an adult, Sensei; don’t say childish things like that. What could possibly be more important than your health?”

Peeking cautiously from outside the doorway, Uchida stared at the scene in disbelief.

How is he doing this? He’s completely taken charge—and looks totally experienced at it!

Chiba quickly noticed him lingering, “Uchida, what are you still standing around for? Hurry up and get back to class.”

“Oh, right, right, gotta get back. Sensei, I'll head back first!”

Uchida fled instantly, immensely grateful.

Chiba, you’re a true bro, covering for me like that!

Nase Sumire rolled her eyes irritably at Chiba as Uchida disappeared down the corridor. “You skipped class and got caught by me, and you still have the nerve to lecture me?”

“Not taking responsibility for your health is a crime against your future self—didn't you teach us that, Sensei?”

“Besides, I didn't skip class. I twisted my ankle earlier, so Uchida helped me get here to rest.”

After checking the electronic thermometer briefly, Chiba handed it to Nase-sensei.

“You really twisted it?” Nase-sensei accepted the thermometer and sat down on the bed nearest the door. She unzipped her tracksuit jacket, slipped her hand through the collar of her undershirt, and tucked the thermometer neatly under her arm.

“Yes,” Chiba replied.

“Seriously?”

“Probably.”

“So it’s just an excuse?”

“Possibly.”

Nase Sumire clicked her tongue softly, not surprised at all. “Even if you’re set for life financially, at least show some sincerity since you're still a student.”

“Next time, definitely,” Chiba said lightly, placing an array of cold and fever medicine neatly on the desk. He winked at her teasingly. “But right now, Sensei should worry less about trivial things and just rest. If your health deteriorates, even you might end up worrying about medical bills.”

“...”

Instantly defeated, Nase Sumire’s already weak defenses crumbled further under the effects of her cold. She complained weakly, full of grievance:

“You damned rich people…can't you spare me some humiliation? You're doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“About time, right? I think I heard it beep. You can take the thermometer out now. Or do you need me to help?”

Chiba said this without moving an inch.

Nase Sumire shot him a glare, quickly pulling the thermometer from her underarm herself.

“I’m still your teacher; there are some jokes you shouldn’t make.”

“No worries, Sensei, I was just joking. You’re not my type anyway,” Chiba remarked casually, his eyes deliberately glancing downward over her figure.

Nase Sumire realized instantly she’d been insulted, but worse still—she couldn’t refute him. Because, unfortunately…he wasn’t wrong.

Being so bluntly judged by her own student nearly drove her mad. Yet, in her fevered haze, an absurd thought intruded upon her:

Maybe this is exactly why I’m still single at this age...?

My life is so depressing…

“Sensei, are you alright?” Chiba waved a hand in front of her listless face. “Fever?”

“Hmm… 38.7 degrees,” Nase-sensei mumbled weakly, all her earlier authority vanished.

“Any other symptoms? Coughing, runny nose, anything?” Chiba followed up seriously.

“No, just a fever—my whole body’s burning up, and I'm exhausted,” Nase replied, forgetting entirely she was talking to her student and responding as though he were a doctor.

“Then take fever medicine first. You need to bring down your temperature fast. For the rest, wait until the nurse comes back.”

Chiba turned away briefly, filled a cup with warm water, then handed it along with medicine directly to Nase-sensei.

He watched her take it, then guided her gently onto the bed, removed her glasses, tucked the covers around her, and drew the curtain shut so she could sleep.

Calculating silently, Chiba thought: If everything goes smoothly, Akiyama Tsuki should be arriving any moment now.

After finishing, he returned to the doorway, glancing back toward the curtained bed, his heart pounding slightly.

Playing around with the student council president right in the nurse’s office, with the teacher sleeping just a curtain away…

That’s more than just thrilling…

While waiting for Tsuki, he idly sifted through the medicines on the desk, quickly discovering something amusing—a suppository-style cold medicine.

In Japan, this form was relatively popular due to its rapid, effective action. The only inconvenience was its application method—not unlike applying hemorrhoid cream.

Chiba thoughtfully rubbed his chin.

Then discreetly pocketed one.

I feel like it’ll come in handy someday…

Soon enough, Akiyama Tsuki appeared. Her cheeks flushed red, eyes filled with anticipation as she entered the nurse's office, only to find the door wide open and Chiba sitting in the nurse’s seat.

She immediately shivered with excitement.

“Chiba-kun, is this going to be a doctor play?”

Chiba froze momentarily, genuinely caught off guard. He honestly hadn’t thought of playing doctor in the nurse’s office until Tsuki mentioned it.

I was just imagining a scenario where the aloof student council president is found asleep and vulnerable by her male classmate.

But now that Tsuki mentioned it, he saw the appeal.

“Shh, keep it down—Nase-sensei is sick, resting right over there,” Chiba quickly interrupted before Tsuki could suggest anything even more daring, nodding toward the curtained-off bed.

Far from being deterred, Tsuki’s eyes brightened even more, her breathing growing heavier. Lowering her voice excitedly, she whispered:

“Chiba-kun, how did you manage this? You got rid of the school nurse and even brought Nase-sensei here to join us...”

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