I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 33 Your Future Self
"Alright, I'll leave this class to you, Ms. Sakuraba. Feel free to ask me anything if you need anything, and I'll cooperate with you."

"Thank you, Team Leader Takamiya."

"Ah."

Takamiya nodded, then squinted and scrutinized the somewhat restless boys and girls below.

"And you all, don't take advantage of Ms. Sakuraba's gentle nature to bully her. Anyone who disobeys will be transferred to my class, understand?"

"Know it!"

Takamiya nodded to Sakuraba Yuki and then walked out of the classroom.

Not long after Takamiya left, the restless excitement in the classroom could no longer be contained.

"Sakuraba-sensei, you're so beautiful!"

"Wow, I dare say there's no teacher more beautiful than you in the whole school! No, not even any girl is more beautiful than you!"

"Impossible! I am a staunch protector of Princess Asagiri! How dare you ignore Rin!"

"Teacher, teacher! My grades have been really bad lately. Could you give me some private tutoring after class?"

"Get out of here. We suggest you just drop out of school. Don't tire out our Sakuraba-sensei."

Students this age can be either unusually quiet, with a penchant for being the only sober one in a world of drunks, or incredibly audacious and outrageous, practically social terrorists.

The young-looking, seemingly inexperienced female teacher showed no signs of panic or flattery. Her gentle smile never faded, and she would even thoughtfully glance at each student who spoke to her.

Once the noise subsided slightly, she pushed up her glasses and spoke softly.

"Even the most beautiful face will fade with age. But the knowledge you gain will be useful when you're old, so I hope you'll keep your focus on your studies. And when you finally meet people who understand and like you, you'll find that being pretty isn't that important."

Immediately, some boys boldly raised their hands.

"Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?"

Sakuraba Yuki's smile remained polite and generous. "This is a private matter and shouldn't be discussed in class."

"Hey, does that mean I've got it? Damn, I'm so envious."

"Alright, if you all keep chattering like this, Mr. Takamiya might come back. Everyone, open your English textbooks and get ready for class."

Simple and straightforward.

They weren't particularly engrossed in the topics that the students found novel.

They seemed to quickly get into their roles.

What makes her special is, of course, her appearance, smile, and demeanor. But gradually, all the students will realize that no matter how beautiful the teacher is, she won't ask them to date, much less reveal her personal life like a celebrity in an interview.

It was still class time.

They were still talking about the content from the textbook.

Unlike those teachers in movies and TV series who have a sci-fi vibe and use particularly interesting metaphors or tell a few interesting short stories to pique your interest.

Just like those popular games on the market, no matter how beautiful the UI and character illustrations are, they are essentially trying to empty your wallet and trick you into spending money.

Miura Akihiko's interest seemed to remain strong, and he couldn't help but say something to Tsukino Gen, who had already opened his textbook.

"See that? This is all thanks to me!"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Tsukino Gen asked, amused.

Akihiko Miura nodded vigorously.

"Of course it's related. This is the blessing I received after praying day and night for a week without any problems."

"You're truly a superhuman for being able to endure this for so long."

Gen Tsukino sincerely remarked that it wasn't that he particularly enjoyed doing handicrafts, but rather that it was indeed difficult to resist at his age.

But I don't have that kind of habit.

Will it overflow automatically? It seems unlikely. After cultivating the Ultimate Formless Skill to the second level, one can already control some of these instincts.

Erotic dreams are almost never occurring.

"I feel like my life is rosy again."

Akihiko Miura wore a dreamy expression.

It's obvious what this boy, whose mind is filled with beautiful girls, is thinking.

Tsukino Gen said in a low voice, "Don't you like pretty girls? You're not even letting me off the hook, teacher?"

Akihiko Miura looked at Gen Tsukino seriously and said, "I am a very loyal person."

"Oh?"

"I only like pretty ones."

"As expected of you."

As soon as Gen Tsukino finished speaking, he smelled a faint fragrance that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

When he looked up.

The figure stood right beside him, but instead of looking at him first, she looked at Miura Akihiko.

"This classmate, what is your name?"

Miura Akihiko paused for a moment, and upon meeting the other's gaze, his face immediately flushed red, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"T-Teacher, my name is... Miura Akihiko."

His stuttering voice made the surrounding classmates chuckle.

Sakuraba Yuki simply nodded slightly. "Nice name, I'll remember you. But concentrate in class, don't let it affect you, and especially don't let it affect others, understand?"

"I...I understand."

Just moments ago, Miura Akihiko was boasting and trying to take credit for Tsukino Gen. He immediately opened his textbook and lowered his head, but you could tell at a glance that even his ears were bright red.

Gen Tsukino, however, remained expressionless.

Until the other person looked over, and his face was reflected in the glasses.

He also saw the way she was looking directly at him.

"So, handsome young man, what's your name?"

Tsukino Gen looked up at her, but hadn't had a chance to answer yet.

People around were already shouting.

"Teacher, this is Tsukino Gen, our school's most handsome guy!"

"Teacher, is he more handsome than your boyfriend?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

A burst of laughter erupted.

However, Tsukino Gen wasn't the type to blush easily amidst the cheers; he simply replied calmly, "Teacher, my name is Tsukino Gen." Sakuraba Yuki smiled and nodded.

"A very nice name."

Her smile, even on a sunless day, seemed to radiate more light than any other. Of course, that's how it appeared to others.

In Tsukino Gen's eyes, both this conversation and the expression on her face as she looked at him felt like a journey through time, a long-ago story being reenacted.

Classic old films are being re-released after being remastered.

Even her every word sounded so familiar.

Gen Tsukino has forgotten what his expression and appearance were like back then.

He didn't know what kind of story this unexpected reunion after such a long separation would represent.

He simply made his most natural expression at that moment and responded with a smile.

"Thank you."

She nodded, smiled, turned around, and continued her lecture as usual.

The conversation just now seemed to be a common occurrence in any classroom, nothing more. Naturally, it wouldn't attract the attention of other students.

But when Tsukino Gen occasionally caught a glimpse of her wandering around every seat in the classroom, he always found it incredible.

He had long understood that no matter where you are, you will meet many, many people. Some you may not even remember, while others may be quite memorable. But most of them will only be fleeting glimpses before disappearing into the crowd.

They made every preparation that every meeting would be the last, yet it seemed they never considered the possibility of a reunion.
This is really bad, Gen Tsukino.

“Ah-Xian”.

"Ok?"

lunch.

The boy and girl, who hadn't brought lunch and chose to eat in the school cafeteria, sat together. Their names were Tsukino Gen and Kazama Sakura; they were always an eye-catching pair whenever they appeared together.

Naturally, this has led to much speculation about their relationship.

At first, Kazama Sakura was a little embarrassed and may have even tried to avoid it, but after discovering that Tsukino Gen seemed indifferent to all of this and didn't seem to enjoy it, she started frequently going in and out of school, the cafeteria, and even the study room with Tsukino Gen, whether out of spite or for some other reason.

Even though nothing might happen, it seems that she has firmly occupied this position.

Seeing Tsukino Gen look up strangely, Kazama Sakura blushed slightly and said, "You promised me last time that I could call you that."

Gen Tsukino chuckled and teased, "Didn't you say it was in private? Is this considered private?"

Indeed, the cafeteria at Zhaori Private High School, which offers excellent food, is almost always packed with people.

The girl retorted, unconvinced, "There are only the two of us sitting here, and no one else is here."

"So this is what you call private? Okay, then I'll call you that if we see each other in the restroom from now on."

"Of course it's a toilet!"

The girl stretched her foot under the table and lightly kicked Tsukino Gen.

It doesn't hurt.

It wasn't that he lacked strength, but rather that he didn't want to actually hurt the other person; once again, his tone and courage didn't match.

"You're even kicking people now?" the boy feigned anger.

Kazama Sakura, of course, wasn't going to fall for that. She immediately raised her beautiful neck and retorted, "So what if I kick you?"

"Next time I kick you, I'll grab your foot and take off your shoes and socks."

"What are you going to do? That's so perverted!"

"What are you thinking? I'm just tickling you, I'm not a foot fetishist."

"Who said you have a foot fetish? You're just admitting it yourself!"

"Oh no. You actually found out. You're so perceptive!"

"Oh dear, you!"

When faced with a boy like Tsukino Gen, who has an extremely thick skin and high defense, you'll be the one who can't stand any inappropriate topics in the end.

Fortunately, Tsukino Gen didn't continue; he was good at knowing when to stop.

"Okay, so what were you originally going to say?"

Composing herself, the girl asked softly.

What do you think of the new teacher, Sakuraba?

Gen Tsukino thought for a moment, "His voice is quite nice, and he's very professional in class. I feel he's better than Yamazaki."

"So, do you think she's pretty?"

Kazama Sakura asked cautiously.

Gen Tsukino nodded vigorously. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

The girl immediately frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Do you guys all like this kind of mature, intellectual, and gentle older sister?"

“You could say that.” After saying this, Tsukino Gen picked up his empty plate and stood up before Kazama Sakura could react.

He smiled as he looked at the girl who was staring at him expectantly.

"But I'm even more looking forward to Sakura in the future."

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The girl looked up in surprise, only to find that Tsukino Gen had already left with his tray.

She slowly lowered her head, but her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly.

After the last class of the afternoon, which was the end of the routine, Sakuraba Yuki, as the new homeroom teacher, naturally had to hold a short meeting.

Fortunately, it didn't last long, and it only covered some familiar topics about studying and safety.

It seems that everyone has quickly adapted to the fact that their new homeroom teacher is such a young and beautiful female teacher.

The topic of her will certainly continue for some time.

However, young people's sense of novelty always fades; once it feels distant or they get used to it, it loses its appeal.

Just as Tsukino Gen stood up to grab his schoolbag and leave, a sound came from the doorway.

"Tsukino-san, would it be convenient for you to come to my office?"

Standing on the podium, holding her textbooks, dressed in a suit, a pencil skirt, black stockings, and black high heels, Sakuraba Yuki pushed up her glasses and asked with a smile.

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Oh my god, I've been having insomnia lately, and I slept right back to sleep. My bad, sob sob. But I'm still asking for your votes, and please try not to let the book sit unread, as following it is crucial for recommendations!

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