I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 270 The Cunning Young Lady
It aligns with stereotypes.

The city's natural history museum, which is also the name of this botanical garden, certainly looks more like an art gallery.

Not only are the architectural styles of the venues very postmodern, but even the passageways and corridors are decorated to resemble a fairyland.

I don't know how practical this building is or what standard its utilization rate can reach, but it looks quite pleasing to the eye.

Strolling through the long corridor entwined with countless vines, the afternoon sunlight stubbornly shines through the gaps.

The nearby trees and bushes all seem to have information signs to tell all visitors what they are.

Gen Tsukino said with a smile, "Nobody wears their business card on their chest so that everyone who passes by knows their name."

Kazama Sakura, who was holding up her phone and capturing every potentially beautiful composition, blinked. "The world has no shortage of people, right? Besides, not everyone wants to be recognized."

The young lady, who had no interest in filming, snorted, "Ignore him. He just keeps spouting things like that as if he's the only one who's thinking."

"What are you saying? I was just worried you'd get bored while you were browsing, so I'll just stay silent."

Gen Tsukino looked innocent, pitiful, and weak.

Looking at Asagiri Rin makes me want to laugh.

She looked away. "They're really sick. Isn't there a bus going up the mountain? Why do they have to walk? They've been walking for so long."

The young lady, who dislikes walking, shopping, and hiking, started her habitual complaints again.

As the only normal person in this leaky team, Kazama Sakura also has to have the skills of childcare.

Not only did they take photos, but they also had to smile and comfort her, saying, "It wouldn't be fun if we just took a car straight to the top of the mountain. Look how beautiful this garden is! I haven't seen such vibrant red in a long time. Is this a rose? Or a wild rose?"

Gen Tsukino looked over and then calmly said, "Edible roses, also known as wrinkled-leaf roses, belong to the genus Rosa in the family Rosaceae. They come in many colors, with bright red being just one of them. There are also white, yellow, pink, and so on. They're all quite beautiful."

"It's so complicated. I thought it looked pretty good at first, but now that you say it, it feels like I'm in a biology class."

Sakura Kazama made a dizzy expression.

Actually, if it were summer, I probably wouldn't be interested in joking around anymore. After all, this botanical garden is quite large, and it's impossible to put air conditioners everywhere, and there isn't always a breeze coming from every direction.

It's hard to imagine how sweaty you would be if you went out in that weather. Autumn, which is gradually getting cooler, is much better. At least now, the air is fresh and there is often a cool breeze.

"Hey, you guys are still here."

Suddenly a sound came from behind, and the three of them turned around to see Sakuraba Yuki, wearing a sun hat, standing not far behind them.

Students are required to wear school uniforms, but teachers are not subject to such strict restrictions.

When she set off today, Sakuraba Yuki was wearing a long-sleeved black tracksuit, which gave her a rather enthusiastic look. However, judging from her complexion now, her physical condition doesn't seem to be in much better shape.

"Sakuraba-sensei? Huh? Didn't they all go upstairs? Why are you still here?"

Sakura Kazama asked instinctively.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Sakuraba Yuki's face. Tsukino Gen wanted to laugh but held it in and said, "I guess Sakuraba-sensei wants to cover for us?"

"Don't joke about the teacher."

Sakuraba Yuki glared at Tsukino Gen, then coughed twice.

What do you guys think of this place?

Asagiri Rin gave a straightforward answer, "It's a boring place, nothing interesting. I want to go down the mountain."

Clearly, she doesn't need to give face to anyone, and this represents her true thoughts, but it's not an objective fact.

Kazama Sakura said, "I think it's pretty good. I just saw the butterfly exhibition hall. I didn't expect Japan to have so many kinds of butterflies."

Sakuraba Yuki smiled. "There's no need to be so formal and polite. It's so easy to find all sorts of information online these days. When I was in school, I also thought these autumn outings were completely pointless. A pure waste of time. But now that I'm working, I seem to have a different feeling. Some things are different when you see them with your own eyes."

"The most important thing."

She looked at the three young people in front of her.

Whether in terms of temperament or appearance, she is simply impeccably perfect, seemingly an existence even more incredible than this botanical garden.

"There may not always be someone by your side to create precious memories together."

The reason why scenery is precious is because of people.

After all, the shape that mountains, rivers, and seas want to take is determined by tectonic movements, which seem to be random choices; they themselves do not possess aesthetic attributes.

It was later given all sorts of meanings, but that's because people can see beauty in it.

These are just normal words a teacher uses to instruct students, and no one would misunderstand them because of them.

But Asagiri Rin looked at Sakuraba Yuki.

"So, who will be able to create precious memories with Sakuraba-sensei this time?"

This rhetorical question was something Sakuraba Yuki hadn't expected.

Knowing that this young lady has a sharp and mean personality and doesn't care about your status, this time it was a bit sudden and caught everyone off guard.

Sakuraba Yuki paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked towards Tsukino Gen's location.

The boy was standing under a tall banyan tree.

The towering tree stands majestically, like a tall tower, while the boy below seems like one of the powerless figures caught in the torrent of this era.

It's a huge contrast.

But strangely, his temperament was so clean and clear, almost too pure, that he was like a messenger brought by a gust of wind, rather than an intruder who had wandered into the forest.

The slanting sunlight shone on him, not with a golden glow, but with a white gleam that seemed to be shrouded in mist.

It's almost too beautiful, but from that angle, it also seems a bit too cold to me.

He seemed to be looking down at himself from a cold, magical realm.

Slightly regaining her composure, Yuki Sakuraba's professional smile reappeared. "Of course I'll be with you guys. I can see all sorts of interesting things happening to the students. It should be quite fun to think about them years from now."

That's how she answered.

However, Asagiri Rin is not so easily fooled; she understands perfectly well what is just polite formality and what is the true feeling hidden in her heart.

"There were too many people. I think what will remain in Sakuraba-sensei's mind will probably just be a vague impression. Perhaps Sakuraba-sensei will be happy when she thinks about it later, but she won't remember the specific events. Compared to special people and special companionship, it's still far from that, isn't it?"

This makes it seem very purposeful.

Kazama Sakura was unaware that the conversation had ended there, and she was also somewhat puzzled as to how Asagiri Rin's seemingly sharp demeanor had come about.

It made it seem as if they had a grudge against this beautiful young female teacher.

Is it because.
She couldn't help but look at the boy who was standing quietly in place, pretending to take pictures of something with his phone.

A woman's intuition can be quite unpredictable, especially since he was the only man in that little corner.

Sakuraba Yuki felt herself sweating a little.

If the other person hadn't asked, things might have been fine, but the relentless questioning made her nervous and her heart began to pound. There were things she had considered, things that were hidden deep within her, but she had suppressed them so much through long periods of self-persuasion that she could barely see them.

But people kept digging into it.

She could only manage a forced smile and ask in return, "I don't quite understand what Asagiri-san means. What are you talking about?"

Asagiri Rin smiled as she looked at Sakuraba Yuki, her eyes gleaming with a cunning light that made one feel uneasy.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's a bit strange that Sakuraba-sensei is so beautiful and outstanding, yet still single."

Sakuraba Yuki walked over, trying her best not to make her smile seem forced.

"It's normal, isn't it? Compared to you guys, I'm just an ordinary teacher, nothing special. Besides, if I'm dating at this age, I won't be able to concentrate on my work. But why is Asagiri-kun worrying about her teacher's love life? I'm more concerned about your relationship."

They are trying to take the initiative.

To regain the initiative.

"Our relationship?"

Asagiri Rin asked.

Sakuraba Yuki nodded. "I thought that Tsukino-kun's bold behavior last time would have affected your relationship, but it seems that's not the case. Did you reach some kind of consensus?"

Let's see who's more aggressive when it comes to gossip, since we're both women.

If you want to explore the hidden corners of your heart, use your intuition.

Let me be direct and get straight to the point, and talk about your most obvious shady dealings.

"Eh?"

Sakura Kazama paused, her grip on her phone tightening, and her cheeks flushed slightly. After all, questions from teachers were different; it was like being questioned by a parent. She couldn't maintain the nonchalant attitude she had with classmates.

Asagiri Rin answered calmly.

"They're just classmates, what kind of impact could that have? If you have to say anything, just treat his presumptuous behavior as a joke. Or did his actions make the teacher nervous?"

"Of course I'll be nervous. After all, they're my students. If they cause too much trouble, or make you unhappy, the blame will still fall on me."

"Oh. Is that the reason? I thought it was something else."

"If there's any other reason, it's that I've known Tsukino for a while, and I don't want him to become an arrogant person, nor do I want too much attention to be focused on him, making him the center of public opinion."

"That's it."

A watertight confrontation.

The cool autumn breeze blew by, touching the different ends of the two women's hair.

Even the colors are slightly different.

It seems like nothing was said, but it also seems like everything was said.

Gen Tsukino looked ahead and finally spoke at that moment.

"It seems we've fallen too far behind them. Should we keep climbing?"

Sakuraba Yuki breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, let's hurry up and catch up."

But at that moment, Rin Asagiri narrowed her eyes and said, "Wait, I think the scenery here is nice, how about we take a picture together?"

"Picture?"

Sakuraba Yuki paused, then subconsciously looked around. "Nobody's going to take pictures for us, right? Maybe we should go upstairs and find some other classmates?"

Once you find the main group, it's like being submerged in a sea of ​​people, and any subtle details or actions will be hidden, allowing you to blend in beautifully.

"I remember Kazama-kun brought a selfie stick, right? He should be able to take photos at set times."

"Yes, I brought it. Is it here?"

Sakura Kazama looked over, wondering what was going on. She felt the atmosphere was a bit strange, but why was everyone smiling?

"Will you take the picture or not?"

Asagiri Rin asked Tsukino Gen directly.

The boy shrugged. "I thought I didn't have the right to vote."

"Then let's take a picture. Sakuraba-sensei, come over here."

Sakuraba Yuki really couldn't refuse, after all, it was a student's invitation, and taking a group photo was such a reasonable excuse.
But I don't think there's any problem with taking a group photo.

She adjusted her mindset and walked over, and Asagiri Rin made room for her between herself and Tsukino Gen.

It looks like a trap, but that's how traps are on the surface; you can see them, and you have to walk into them.

Kazama Sakura, who had set up the selfie stick, quickly returned.

Five seconds left.

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

"two!"

Just as the countdown reached the second to last.

Sakuraba Yuki, who was nervously looking at the camera and trying to smile, relaxed slightly for a moment.

A sudden weight came from my left shoulder.

She almost instinctively turned her head to look at the boy on her left.

But they found that Gen Tsukino was just looking at the camera, seemingly without any sign of anything amiss.

At that moment, my heart skipped a beat.

She stiffly adjusted her gaze to look ahead, but out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see that girl's radiant smile on her right.

Her voice was crystal clear.

"If he were to put his arm around your shoulder, it would definitely be from your right side, right? So why are you still looking at him? Actions speak louder than words, Sakuraba-sensei."

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A cunning young lady.

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(End of this chapter)