Chapter 61: Black Death (8)
To be honest, I didn’t have much thought even after hearing that Mr. Alex was on sick leave.
That was life; you never knew what could happen, when it’d happen. To exaggerate, humans were creatures who could just randomly collapse on the street as they went on their way.
Asking things like ‘Why is he sick all of a sudden’, ‘Why did this happen to him’ was meaningless. Questioning the plausibility of matters relating to life and death would only give you a headache.
If the teacher was sick, you just accepted it and moved on.
Yeah.... that was exactly my thought before I saw the transmigrator’s face.
Immediately after Miss Heerlein announced Mr. Alex’s absence, Vermel who had gone pale asked no questions and came to me. As I tilted my head curiously, he held out a piece of paper. The class’s attention turned to us.
He was holding out a patent license agreement.
“Sorry, but could you fill this out for me right now?”
Lotte and Freyr who were sitting nearby didn’t seem to know why the transmigrator was handing me this kind of paper. That was also my reaction at first, but unlike the other two, I quickly caught on to what the situation was.
It wasn’t only me. As much as they’d hate it, this one hypothesis would come to mind for anyone who had experienced a similar situation back in my world.
This was a pandemic.