I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Chapter 202 Ceremony, fireworks, and a girl in a yukata ([-])
"Mr. Hirakawa, do you know why Shiori likes wind music?"

Just as Tetsubun Hirakawa's story begins with a question, so does Shiori Shinohara.

Hirakawa Tetsubun looked at the girl, and greeted her calm and smiling eyes.

She opened her mouth slowly, telling her story.

"Shiori grew up in a superior family environment."

"No, superiority is not enough. It should be said that Shiori was born to stand at the end that most people can't reach."

With a calm tone, as if talking about trivial matters, under the night sky, the proud lady said so.

"Although the status of the heir of the Shinohara family brings about it, there are still a series of obligations that must be borne."

"According to mother's ideas, follow her plan, and become a qualified heir."

"I have received all kinds of education since I was a child, etiquette, social interaction, tea ceremony, flower art... all kinds of things."

"However, in fact, these obligations are completely insignificant compared to the status of the young lady of the Shinohara family."

"I understood this truth very early on. The status of Miss Xiaoyuan's family is not a burden, and I don't hate it."

"Just seeing the shackles of identity and turning a blind eye to the superiority of identity, I have never had such a stupid idea since elementary school."

"but--"

The original plain expression suddenly changed, and Hirakawa Tetsufumi saw the eldest lady, Shiori Shinohara, and a willful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"However, as Mr. Hirakawa said, Shiori is a very willful person."

"Of course I understand this kind of truth, but I don't want to just be satisfied with it."

"When I was promoted to junior high school, I suddenly felt that Shiori thought that she had completed her status as the young lady of the Shinohara family very well, and I didn't make any mistakes in the plan arranged by my mother. So, can I do something What do you want to do?"

"There is always one thing that should be done by Shiori, not by the eldest lady of the Shinohara family?"

"No matter what it is, one thing is fine, it's out of me, out of Shiori, not mother's wishes, plans, or arrangements."

"I was walking on campus that day, thinking about it."

"Until a new recruiting leaflet for the playing department floated to my feet, and I picked it up."

Shinohara Shiori recalled that by accident, the wind blew the flyer of the performance department.

Sometimes, unintentional accidents are so touching.

"When the student who was distributing the leaflets in the playing department came over, I asked her before she could speak:"

"Can I join the playing department? She was stunned for a moment, then she nodded blankly and said yes."

"So I joined the flute department."

When Shiori Shinohara talked about joining the performance club, her tone didn't fluctuate too much, but Tetsufumi Hirakawa could still see the joyful brilliance in her eyes.

"Such a sudden thing is naturally hasty. It was the first time the wayward Shiori did this, and she didn't ask her mother."

"But such willfulness did not affect my liking for wind music in a short period of time."

"I chose the trumpet as my instrument and became proficient in it very quickly."

"but--"

Shinohara Shiori's good-looking face had a slightly mocking expression, which made Hirakawa Tetsubun guess the development of the next incident.

If there is no accident, there will be an accident—Mother Shinohara is about to appear.

correct.

"When I practiced for a semester and was about to participate in the junior high school wind performance competition at that time, the instructor of the wind performance department found me."

"She said, I can't play."

"I asked her why, and she said, because I'm not skilled enough."

"Although, although I have only practiced for a short time, my trumpet has surpassed most of the people in the playing department."

"However, at that time, I didn't pay much attention to it, and I didn't even think that it was actually authorized by Shiori's mother behind the scenes."

"In fact, it wasn't until the second grade that I discovered what role Shiori's mother played in Shiori's daily life."

The sarcasm on Shinohara Shiori's mouth turned into a slight sarcasm.

"After all, my mother has always respected my wishes. When I was young, I always thought so."

"Mother's superficial etiquette is always flawless. Although I had some doubts before, I didn't think much about it."

"It wasn't until the second grade that I was preparing to participate in the junior high school wind performance competition for the second time, and the instructor of the wind performance department told me."

"Shinohara-san, I don't think you are suitable for playing music."

"..."

The sound stops here.

Although the crowd around him was always surrounded by loud noises, the moment Shiori Shinohara stopped speaking, Tetsufumi Hirakawa did feel a moment of silence during the brief stop.

The silence was a bit distressing.

In my mind, last semester, Mr. Toda, who was in charge of club work, also said this to Mr. Ogasa.

"It's not suitable for Shinohara-san to stay in the performance club."

The exact same words and the same means turned out to be nothing more than a repeat of the incident.

"And then?" Hirakawa Zhewen looked at the girl in front of him.

Although when this matter was mentioned at this moment, Shinohara Shiori's expression seemed to be indifferent, calm and nonchalant.

But... really don't care?

At that time, she was only in the second grade of middle school, and she was only thirteen or fourteen. When she heard this sentence from the instructor, how would she feel?
Shinohara Shiori raised her face, and after seeing the look in Hirakawa Tetsufumi's eyes, she smiled slightly and continued to talk.

"After returning home, Shiori confronted her mother face to face for the first time."

"I asked her if she authorized the performance department."

"She said that she respects my wishes and supports all of Shiori's actions, and has never done such a thing."

"Ah."

Miss Shinohara smiled lightly.

"..."

"Because Shiori's mother respected my wishes very much, shortly afterwards, I was removed from the list of club members by the instructor of the performance club."

"..."

It's an ironic "because...so" logical relationship.

Hirakawa Tetsubun was speechless.

"However, despite this, Shiori did not give up the practice of wind music."

Shinohara Shiori said lightly.

"Although I no longer participate in club activities, it does not affect my personal performance."

"Shiori's mother also tried to stop it, including filling up Shiori's free time with various courses, and so on."

"At that time, I didn't know why my mother did this, but no matter what the reason was, I never gave up playing music."

"As the first thing I wanted to do that wasn't my mother's plan, I stuck with it."

"And then, time came to high school."

"I went to Moriya, and it didn't take long for the chairman of Moriya Council to become my mother."

"..."

"..."

For a moment of silence, Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at Shiori Shinohara.She nodded.

"Yes, that's it."

"After that, in Moritani, I entered the wind section again."

"At first, my mother didn't do anything, so I thought she had approved my determination."

"As a result, Mr. Hirakawa also knew about the third semester."

"...Hmm." Hirakawa Tetsuwen nodded slowly.

"Speaking of respecting my wishes, I actually contacted the instructor of the club again, wanting me to 'take the initiative' to give up playing music."

"But luckily—"

Miss Shinohara glanced at him and smiled quietly.

"What Shiori met this time was an excellent teacher. Hirakawa-sensei, what do you think?"

"..." Hirakawa Zhewen turned his face away with some embarrassment, "Ah... this, probably."

Shiori Shinohara was still laughing, and in the misty night, the smile on the girl's face seemed bright.

When she stopped, she slowly resumed the topic.

"Actually, I don't have much complaints about the instructor when I was in middle school."

"For an ordinary teacher, the Shinohara family is not something that can be easily violated."

"It's better to say that her behavior couldn't be more normal. Even if it wasn't her, there would naturally be someone else."

"However, it's just 'normal' like this, so you can imagine what Shiori thought when she heard that a certain teacher said that she wanted to convey her wishes for me."

"...What do you think?" Out of curiosity, Hirakawa Zhewen turned his face and asked.

Under his gaze, the girl in a bathrobe smiled "infatuatedly" on her white and tender face.

"Shiori was thinking, who did he think he was, why did he say that, this young teacher was a little dumbfounded."

"...Really?" Hirakawa Zhewen opened his mouth, unable to believe it.

"I lied to you." Shiori Shinohara suddenly put away her smile, only the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she looked straight into his eyes quite seriously.

"Actually, from the moment she heard the sentence that she was willing to convey her wishes for Shiori, Shiori knew that the person in front of her was a very good teacher."

"..." The moment of seriousness made Hirakawa Zhewen a little embarrassed again.

But at this moment, Shiori Shinohara suddenly changed the topic.

"Mr. Hirakawa, how much do you know about Shiori's mother?"

"..." Hirakawa Zhewen came back to his senses, "This..."

But the girl didn't really ask him to answer, she just used it as a topic to expand.

She answered the question herself.

"Shiori's mother is a very controlling person."

"She likes everything to go according to plan, and she is quite repulsive about things that are not planned."

"That's why I'm so dissatisfied with my decision to join the performance department without her consent."

"That was the first time I went against her will and briefly escaped her control—so she always wanted Shiori to give up playing music."

"and--"

Shinohara Shiori raised her hand, revealing her slender wrist from the sleeve of her yukata, she smoothed her hair.

"She doesn't think Shiori is an independent person, I know that."

"..."

"I am the young lady of the Shinohara family, the only heir, and her daughter. In her eyes, this is my identity, except that I am not an independent individual."

"So in the eyes of my mother, my opinion is not worthy of her consideration."

"I am her extension, I just need to carry out her will, follow her plan, and be her puppet."

"The so-called superficial respect is only because of my identity, because I am her daughter and heir, so I need respect."

"When my personality has a mind of its own, she will be dissatisfied with it."

"..."

"Is it right?"

Shiori Shinohara seemed to be asking for his opinion.

Hirakawa Tetsubun opened his mouth and closed it again.

"I knew that back then."

"And in my day-to-day life, I've never had a situation where I've managed to get out of it."

"As I said, the identity of the young lady of the Shinohara family is not a burden. If I have any thoughts about getting rid of this identity, it seems a little too ignorant."

"What's more, growing up in such a superior environment, and then wanting to leave it all behind, this approach is obviously not acceptable."

"What to own and what to bear, I am clear."

"It's just Shiori's willful way of saying that instead of inheriting the family business, she went to learn music. I just want to take wind music as a hobby in my spare time."

"If you want to open a window, it's better to start by saying you're going to take the roof off."

"..."

Shinohara Shiori laughed capriciously. For this little joke, Hirakawa Tetsufumi was a little... not sure what to say.

The wayward young lady is naturally willful, but that doesn't mean she is unreasonable.

After the eldest lady finished laughing, she returned to the topic.

"Shiori cannot get rid of the status of the heir of the Shinohara family, so as long as I am in this status, I am doomed to be unable to get rid of my mother's control."

"At least on the surface, my mother does respect my wishes."

"This is probably what one has to bear as a famous family."

"therefore--"

Shiori Shinohara paused slightly when she said this.

Eyes, through the night.

"What's wrong?" Hirakawa Zhewen looked at her and asked.

The fuchsia bathrobe supported the whiteness of the skin, and in the eyes of the charming girl in the night, some unknown emotion suddenly flashed.

As the atmosphere changed, the girl's speech slowed down and became lighter.

"Therefore, when the teacher threatened to do what he knew he couldn't do, and tried to persuade Shiori's mother, although Shiori hoped that he would succeed, in fact, Shiori didn't have much expectation at that time. .”

"No matter how you think about it, it's impossible."

"As a result, things were completely unexpected."

"In the hallway of the house, Shiori squatted on the ground, waiting for the result with little hope."

"Then, the teacher came out, and he told me——now, Shinohara-san just needs to go into the living room and tell your mother what you want."

The girl smiled lightly, as if she was laughing at the inconceivability of such remarks.

"Also said, please trust him, because it was agreed."

"Who knows about the promise. Mother has promised Shiori many things, but it's only on the surface."

"..."

As the girl calmed down, the scene at that time also appeared in Hirakawa Tetsufumi's mind.

"At that time, Shinohara-san who was squatting on the ground, his eyes were red from crying, like a rabbit."

"...Rabbit?" Miss Shinohara was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she smiled slightly, "It's fine too, Shiori who looks like a rabbit, isn't it cute?"

Eyes smiling.

However, before he could answer, Shinohara Shiori continued.

"Anyway, it was in this situation that Shiori re-entered the living room."

"There was little expectation, almost no belief that it would work."

"However--"

"After Shiori said, when she wanted to stay in the wind section and practice wind music, Shiori's mother nodded."

"She didn't say that she respected Shiori's wishes, but said that she would not interfere with Shiori's performance department anymore."

"Teacher Hirakawa, can you imagine Shiori's mood at that time?"

Amid the girl's inquiry, Hirakawa Zhewen saw that she took half a step towards him, so the distance that was already close was already close to a certain degree of ambiguity.

Even in the dim night, you can still see clearly the delicateness of the girl's skin.

"Perhaps for Mr. Hirakawa, it was just exercising the duties of a teacher. However, for Shiori, it has a very important meaning. It was the first time Shiori succeeded in persuading his mother."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen no longer cared about what the girl said, it was too close, the girl stood on tiptoes and stared at him with her face up, only a few centimeters away from him.

The speaking breath rushed over, carrying a sweet breath that belonged to a beautiful girl.

"That... Shinohara-san... isn't your state right?"

Hirakawa Tetsuwen's first reaction was to step back, trying to distance himself.

However, he forgot that this is the venue of the Fireworks Festival, crowded with people.

"Hey--"

"Ah, sorry."

Feeling the foreign object stepped on under his feet, and the reminder ringing in his ear, Hirakawa Zhewen immediately turned around and apologized.

After turning back, in front of him, a girl in a bathrobe had wrapped her hands around his neck.

Hey, something is wrong, what is this?If you speak well, just speak, what are you doing with your hands and feet?
Hirakawa Tetsufumi's expression became serious, and while raising his hand, he was about to push the girl's hand away from his shoulder, while using a serious tone - almost angry.

"Xiaoyuan-san, didn't you agree to talk about it and make a final decision, what are you doing—"

Hirakawa Tetsuwen didn't finish his words.

He saw Shiori Shinohara right in front of him, a girl with a slightly light make-up, stunning face, and a pair of beautiful eyes, revealing what could be called fiery emotion.

Then, in the dim night, Bai Nen's face was blushing, and in the sudden bright light, she got closer and closer.

"..."

"..."

Fireworks go off.

The fireworks show has officially started.

"boom!"

The dark night is lit up, instantly like day.

I don't know how many fireworks exploded together, ringing in my ears, and all the noises of the noisy crowd were covered up in an instant.

Then, in the blink of an eye, all kinds of exclamations gathered momentum.

"..."

"..."

That's the sound in my ear.

In front of him, the girl holding his neck tilted her face back slightly, pulling away a little distance.

However, it is only a little bit.

Body pressed tightly.

In an extremely noisy environment, the sound of breathing can even be heard.

At such a distance, Tetsubun Hirakawa stared straight at Shiori Shinohara in a daze. This girl had a perfect cheek, and then pursed her lips.

The taste of orange-flavored shaved ice is sweet and sour, cold and memorable.

The fireworks continued one after another, and the girl whispered softly.

"Sorry, Hirakawa-sensei, Shiori lied to you."

"The last time... I want Shiori to let go, it's impossible."

"Ms. Hirakawa wants to be an excellent teacher, of course she is. In Shiori's eyes, Mr. Hirakawa is the most outstanding teacher and the most respected teacher in Shiori's heart."

"It is now, it will be in the future, and it will always be."

"But if Hirakawa-sensei wants to reject Shiori because of this..."

"As Hirakawa-sensei said, Shiori has a bad personality, willful, and doesn't listen to other people's ideas, so, for Hirakawa-sensei's rejection..."

"Sorry, Shiori is not a student who obediently listens to the teacher."

A new round of fireworks, once again lifted into the sky.

The cool, sweet and sour orange-flavored shaved ice, and the soft, so soft kiss that makes people lose the idea of ​​​​resisting, appeared on the lips again.

"Teacher Hirakawa said, right, if you change your identity, you might not be able to reject Shiori."

"This idea is of course rational."

"However, likes are irrational and don't need to be considered that much."

"Teacher Hirakawa, I like you, very much, very much."

"If words can't move Teacher Hirakawa's heart, Shiori can only use actions."

"..."

The most gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky, and the icy and sweet aftertaste of orange-flavored shaved ice lingered in my mouth. In my ears, the sound of fireworks and the girl's confession sounded together. In the end, there was only the sound of heartbeats.

The summer air is like a hot flame, burning every inch of the skin.

Sanity is also burned out.

Hirakawa Tetsubun pursed his lips and looked at the girl in front of him.

She was wearing the most gorgeous bathrobe and had a smile on her face.

The summer festival, lanterns, fireworks, and all kinds of shimmering lights illuminate her beautiful cheeks, and the charm of a girl sprouts infinitely at this moment.

"..."

Then, for the third time, the girl's cheeks came together again.

Score at the touch of a button.

"..."

In the dream-like scene constructed by the atmosphere of the summer festival, facing the girl wearing a cherry blossom-colored yukata and light makeup, Hirakawa Tetsufumi had indeed forgotten something.

Whether it's the hot summer air, the evening wind, or the blossoming fireworks in the sky, the shouts of the crowd around you.

Everything is like a dream, lost weight, lost sense of reality.

The girl in the bathrobe was so beautiful that she seemed to have walked out of a thrilling and lingering dream.

Stunning face, fair skin, bare white neck... and soft lips.

She kissed him three times.

The thoughts in the head are cleared in three kisses, the reasons, the consequences, this rational thinking becomes something that blooms like fireworks.

Maybe she is right, liking must be irrational.

And, sometimes, liking is only for a moment.

The summer festival on August 8th, on this night full of magic - just like in the Norwegian forest, on the balcony of Kobayashi Bookstore, the magic power of the moment when the fire ignited in the early autumn afternoon.

When a round of fireworks bloomed at the very top, Tetsufumi Hirakawa sank without a doubt.

An impulse from nowhere took hold of my mind.

He bowed his head.

Once again, he held the small, tender red lips with the sweet and greasy flavor of orange shaved ice.

(End of this chapter)