My second chance in a strange reverse world!

"Oh, you get essence gas when you impregnate ammonia with essence… should I be concerned about someone's safety?" Teacher Smith raised an eyebrow.

"Only of my mental integrity." I let out a scoff.

She snorted and waved her hand, as if shooing my joke away. "As if your mental integrity concerns me, go to the counselor."

The conversation between us was quite pleasant, with me mostly sifting through information between trick questions like the one I'm asking right now. Discovering that not only history and geography had changed, but also science itself, was a shock, but in my catatonic state and somewhat numbed by the medicine, it was just another oddity of this world that I accepted with more calm and less concern than I should have.

After all, what could I do? I already had a plan to look into it, so I just had to wait a little longer; giving myself another migraine wasn't a good idea. However, I spat at Murphy a little because, once again, he was mocking me by making this world more and more complicated. Science and magic. Why not just magic, was that too much to ask?

Despite how ridiculous my situation was overall, I found myself enjoying this particular moment with my teacher. Our conversation was also good social practice. Because, while I wasn't socially inept, perhaps just a little petty and paranoid —or so I'd like to think,— I hadn't properly spoken to someone in a long time. This was so refreshing that I found myself smiling more than I'd like to admit.

Perhaps it was the fact that she was more mature, or because she was the equivalent of an ugly man in this world, but the apprehension and reluctance I would usually have had when talking to someone so beautiful was simply not there. I felt strangely at ease talking to her.

My brain could be many things, but at the very least it was adapting as quickly as it could to this absurd situation involving beauty and gender. I had to reluctantly put the Murphy-faced punching bag out of my mind because, while the overall situation was still bad, I was enjoying this conversation.

My companion seemed to notice my drifting attention as I became increasingly drowsy and lost in thought. She straightened her slender legs and rose from her seat. Crossing the room, she walked over to the desk, her steps echoing softly on the floor. She picked up a stack of papers with a graceful sweep of her arm, the rustle of the pages filling the room. She let out an audible sigh as she scanned the documents.

"You should sleep, I have work to do and I'm late." After sitting up and looking at me over the top of her laptop, she finally spoke.

I couldn't stifle a loud yawn as I lay down on the infirmary bed. I enjoyed sinking into the bed's welcoming embrace as I collapsed onto the soft, plush pillow.

My gaze was drawn to the teacher sitting at her desk, her gaze fixed on the laptop in front of her. The only sound in the room was the muffled hum of the air conditioning. Despite her focus on her work, I could feel her eyes on me from time to time, silently checking in on me.

The teacher finally decided to speak when she realized I was looking at her. "Scared?" She asked.

"Why?"

She kept staring at me, her face expressionless. "You don't think I'll do anything to you while you sleep?"

I offered her a small smile. "Being raped in the infirmary by my teacher after she drugged me with meds?" I snorted mockingly. "Sounds like a bad plot for a porn movie."

She let out a small laugh, and I quickly followed, feeling lighter and lighter... Huh, maybe she really did drug me. Whatever, she wasn't a bad catch, and who knows, maybe I could use my abuse as an excuse for her to take responsibility for me and live happily ever after with her.

I mentally slapped myself after realizing my train of thought. That is not how I should think. But I also let out a sigh. The disadvantage of being a person devoid of affection is that the first girl who is nice to me has me practically in the palm of her hand.

"Wait, how do you know what a bad porn plot is?"

I ignored my teacher's voice and fell into a deep, restful sleep.

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The slightly freezing cold from the air conditioning was starting to bother me. Couldn't this world just stop fucking with me for a second? I just wanted to curl up in a blanket and sleep. Unfortunately for me, there was no warm blanket or anything to curl up with, so I reluctantly opened my eyes and yawned as I tried to see through the foggy post-sleep haze.

My gaze was drawn immediately to the empty desk in the room; teacher Smith had apparently left.

I jumped out of bed, stowing the bottle of medicine on the small nightstand next to the bed in my right pants pocket. Although it sounded appealing to go home, it was actually easier to stay here at school and do research rather than go home and get money to go to a nearby internet cafe or something.

The best option for research was the computer lab, but now seeing the desk with the teacher's laptop so lonely....

I approached it slowly. What other opportunity like this would I have now that the laptop was on the table and she was gone? Sure, it was morally repugnant. A complete invasion of her privacy, but having knowledge was more important in my opinion. And my morals were not in great shape either.

I stretched out my hand and moved the computer's touch panel slightly to turn it on; the lock screen appeared, revealing a picture of a little girl with silver hair and purple eyes smiling; I assumed it was some family member and clicked to log in again, only to sigh when I saw that a password was required to access.

Why couldn't someone leave their stuff without a password? Was that so hard?

I sighed. I was a little irritated that the simplest solution to all of my problems had vanished. I walked towards the door, one last time looking at the inspirational poster of humans affixed to the wall, before finally leaving, intending to wander around the third floor until I found my target.

Only the laughter and chatter of a few particularly noisy classrooms could be heard from time to time through the lonely corridors. I noticed a board on the wall as I crept along the wall, trying not to be noticed by a teacher. Hope welled up inside me, and I took a quick step toward it, ignoring the fact that my shoes echoed and echoed in the gleaming hallway.

I approached it, and it had exactly what I needed; there was no calendar or anything like that, but rather some calls for clubs.

I slid my finger across the smooth surface of the sheets and posters stuck to the wooden board like a pointer. When I saw a cheerleading squad poser, I grimaced. It reminded me that I needed to resolve that situation as well, but for the time being, I swallowed my discomfort and continued looking until I found something that caught my eye. High Performance Software Developers Group (HPSDG)

It was buried beneath another poster, so I had to tear the top one off to read the description. It was a simple black poster with green borders and some computer drawings and a brief description.

“The High Performance Software Developers Group (HPSDG) focuses on optimizing and improving software development by emphasizing high quality and efficiency. Our regular meetings in room 309 focus on knowledge transfer, collaboration on innovative projects and discussion of events related to technological advancement. If you have a passion for programming and yearn to join a community of highly enthusiastic developers, we cordially invite you to join our select group.”

Along with that message, there were some drawings of smiling computers to make the message easier to digest. 

There was only one word I could say at this moment. "What?

Although I was perplexed by the unusual manner in which this club was advertised, it saved me the awkward and time-consuming task of wandering around the floor until I found a location with computers I could use. There should be no one in the club at this point.

I made a priority list of what I should look for first on my way there. The opposite genders, beauty standards, or the essence. All three were of utmost importance, so before I could decide, I was on the spot. It was the most remote location, and it was also the smallest, resembling a warehouse or something. 

Well, the sliding door was ajar, so maybe someone was here?

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