Starting Tokyo Life From Inheriting A Shopping Street

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

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

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

Having seen Sumire Nagase's more relaxed 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 medicine. Don't change the subject; I was just asking why you two aren't in gym class 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 corner of the gym and slack off.

"That's not good, teacher. It's autumn now, the peak season for flu; you need to 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 medicine cabinet 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.

"Come over here to take your temperature. You're a teacher; how can 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 scene. He could hardly imagine how Shuichi Chiba managed to pull this off.

He was completely turning the tables, so calm and composed, 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 class?"

"Oh, right, right! I should get back to class. 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 covering for him and letting 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 class, 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 class; I really twisted my ankle just now, so Uchida brought me here to rest." Shuichi Chiba replied.

He checked the electronic thermometer and then handed it to Sumire Nagase.

"Did you really twist your ankle?" 

Sumire Nagase took the thermometer and walked over to sit on the bed near the door. She unzipped her track jacket and slipped her hand inside her undershirt to place 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 comfortable life in the future, since you're in school, at least try to take it a bit seriously?"

"I promise I will next time. But for now, you should worry less and take a break. Otherwise, if your health declines, then you'll have to worry about food, medicine, and all that." Shuichi Chiba replied as he arranged the cold and fever medications he found on the table, blinking his eyes.

"…"

Sumire Nagase instantly felt defensive. With her weakened body from being sick, her willpower was also lacking, and she said somewhat mournfully, "Damn rich people! Can'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 can take out the thermometer now. Or do you not want to move and want me to help you with that?" 

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

Sumire Nagase shot him a glance and 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, glancing away from her.

Sumire Nagase immediately realized that she was being underestimated. The key was that she couldn't do much about it since it 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 strange thoughts began to emerge.

Her current situation as an aging single woman was probably somewhat related to this aspect, right?

What a sad life…

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

"Yeah… 38.7 degrees." Sumire Nagase replied weakly, completely 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, forgetting she was talking to a student and responding as if she were speaking to a doctor.

"In that case, you should take some fever-reducing medicine. We need to lower that temperature quickly. We can discuss the other symptoms once the nurse returns."

Shuichi Chiba turned to pour a cup of warm water and then placed the medicine and water into Sumire Nagase's hands.

After watching her take the medicine, he urged her to lie down on the bed, took off her glasses and placed them aside, covered her with a blanket, and pulled the curtains around the bed so she could rest and sleep well.

Calculating the time, if everything went smoothly, Tsuki Akiyama should be arriving soon.

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

Playing around with the student council 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 medicine on the table and soon discovered something interesting—rectal suppository cold medicine.

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

Well, the usage method was just a bit inconvenient—similar to Mayinglong.

Shuichi Chiba stroked his chin, pondering for a moment.

Then, he casually pocketed one.

He had a feeling it might come in handy later.

Soon, Tsuki Akiyama arrived, her face flushed and her eyes filled with excitement as she entered the 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 playing doctor now?"

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

He had assumed they were going to play out the scene of the cold and aloof student council president asleep while a male classmate discovered her.

It was only after Tsuki Akiyama mentioned it that he realized.

"Shh, keep it down. Ms. Nagase is sick and resting over there." 

Regaining his composure, Shuichi Chiba hurriedly interrupted any potentially more provocative comments 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.

Lowering her voice, she asked, "Chiba-kun, how did you manage this? You sent the health teacher away and got Ms. Nagase to come here to cooperate…"

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