Denpa Onna to Seishun Otoko:Volume1 Chapter5

Chapter 5: An unbelievable moment of a crawling girl

Before I started attending high school, teachers would always check the students’ bicycle at the start of every Semester.

They checked for things like whether the bicycle light still works per normal, whether the bicycles had the special sticker given to the students from the school, or even whether the brakes were lose……Teachers were told by the school to stay back after school and check the bikes; it was rather ‘extra’. And furthermore, everyone was forced to do it.

From the perspective of those who did not take part in any clubs or societies, right after school, just when they wanted to go shopping or just lurking around, they had no choice but to stay back, and wait for the teachers to inspect the bikes, slowly and carefully, one-by-one. It was by no doubt excruciating. And it was Out-door.

The falling petals of the Sakura tree during April; being “fried” by the sun during September; teeth chattering of coldness during January.

Athletic clubs also complain often due to the large amount of bicycles “conquering” them. <!—Confirmation needed --> In the pasts, the softball club still had to have free bat training, obviously targeting the pile of softballs that the teachers hit. And they needed to hit the target within two shots. After that guy gets promoted into a second-year senior, he would become an official player for the school-team, right? But the only thing that makes people rethink is that, the person that he hit was the adviser of the softball team.

If anything, like having the bell of the bike malfunctioning, or having rockets on the bikes, were to be found during the checks, the students would have to go through a “Second Check”. Therefore, most students would never forget to check their bicycles beforehand. To make things simpler, this is equivalent to helping the teachers complete their work – since they finished their job already. This is somewhat like the feeling of a sheepdog chasing the sheeps – I dislike that type of attitude, the type where a commanding position looks down on its subordinates.

How long has it been since I last checked my bike?

Well, rarely, I would actually pump some air into the deflated tires. But work like this that makes me sweat so much – trying my hardest to get those rust stains off the bike – definitely, this is my first time doing it.

I took out the rusted bike from the garage. It was a bicycle that I went to school with. I tried my best and hardest to revert it back to its original condition.

For this, I’d even went through the hassle of going to the mini-mart and buying and anti-rust spray. Eeeeh… I just can’t get it off!

This is somewhat like trying to clean away the bloodstain of a T.V. program when you’re looking at it from outside the T.V. It really felt stupid.

I think, if I were to borrow aunt Meme’s bicycle, it would be a way faster job. But if I were to run into a “sea of life-source”, I think, economically, using the broken bike would be a better choice. And it wouldn’t attract anger from the crowd.

I seriously don’t believe that she can fly. Hahahaha.

Same goes for this bike.

Suddenly, I remembered that I saw this bike somewhere before. This bike that was painted red and white, the legendary bike. Yeah, definitely, it flew really high. I was sure of that. It even had the moon as the background, and an alien sit in the front basket of the bike.

It was the movie, “E.T.”. What I was repairing, was the bike used in that movie. I remembered, when I was in elementary school, I saw it in the twentieth-anniversary edition-copy of that movie.

I can easily imagine how the huge alien-fan Erio pleaded aunt Meme to buy this super-expensive Limited Edition bike.

No matter what she says, she definitely looked like she dots on Erio a lot.

Once I saw that pair of hands belonging to her, I confirmed this matter. The pair of hands like that of a model – it had no scars at all, and had perfect-looking nails.

Erio-“nee-sama” was standing there, quietly repairing her bike. She was sweating profusely under the hot sun.