My Daily Life with Gosara Ayase/my Sister Can't Be Ayase's Little Angel

For lunch, Ryunosuke ate with Akagi, Kyosuke, and Manami.

While eating, he could still hear some people talking about the transfer students.

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After spending the afternoon as usual, it was time for club activities, but for a home club like Ryunosuke, school was over.

Well, originally there were Manami and Kyosuke, but this semester Kyosuke went to the kendo club where Akagi was.

While Mana was studying in the library and waiting for Kyosuke, he was the only one left to go home.

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Walking downstairs on the campus, looking at the bustling classmates, Ryunosuke sighed:

"Hey, how does it feel? In a sense, I have become a person again?"

At this time, two girls with tennis rackets passed by on campus.

They walked and talked about something.

Ponytail girl: "Tomorrow Teacher's Day, what are you going to give Mr. Hirata?"

"Hey, is it Teacher's Day tomorrow?" The short-haired girl was surprised holding the racket.

The ponytail girl also showed surprise on her face: "Isn't it? You're not prepared."

then

Ryunosuke just passed by them, but didn't hear what was said later.

But tomorrow is Teacher's Day, he heard clearly, yes, tomorrow is Teacher's Day on September 9th.

Ryunosuke continued to walk towards the school gate alone, thinking about this too.

However, on his Teacher's Day in previous years, the class leader actually collected a little money from his classmates to buy some gifts for a few teachers, and that was it.

He didn't feel much, after all, not every teacher would make students respect him from the bottom of his heart.

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After walking to the school gate, Ryunosuke walked on the sidewalk, stopped and looked at the leaves above his head.

Speaking of which, Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka took good care of him.

I can freely read the books I write in class, whether it is Chinese, mathematics, or other classes, the teacher in charge of the class agrees.

But in fact, it was Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka who greeted the other teachers. Although he had the first grade in the whole class as the basis, it was really a big help.

As for recommending books to yourself, add sns to the class group to explain the problem to yourself.

This is all the teacher's care for me, isn't it too bad for me to be indifferent?

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Ryunosuke was walking home, and he also thought about celebrating Teacher's Day for Mr. Shizuka Hiratsuka.

But what to do?How about something?

Flowers, fresh flowers, girls will like it, but it's useless.

Although fountain pens, gel pens, and red pens are quite practical, they seem a little too ordinary.

Could it be clothes?

Thinking of Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka who was wearing a long white coat all the time, Ryunosuke felt that she didn't seem to be interested in such things.

And he doesn't know the size himself, he doesn't have the ability to see the measurements of the opposite person with a pair of eyes.

What about writing a greeting card and painting it?This is too low grade, elementary school students usually do this.

Wumm, why don't you give me a luxurious hot pot self-service roll?

"Hehe," I wanted to smile at Ryunosuke. If it was Miss Feite, I would be very happy.

Speaking of which, what does Hiratsuka Shizu-sensei like?do not know.

It's really tricky, if it's too expensive, I won't accept it.

Good-looking, practical, inexpensive, attractive to girls, but also consider the identity of the teacher

This question is so difficult.

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When he got home and changed his shoes again, he still couldn't figure out the answer.

Randomly picked up Tinkerbell who ran over, Ryunosuke touched its head: "Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell, if only you were really Tinkerbell."

Ryunosuke let him go after stroking Dingdang for a while: Oh, do you really want to ask Sister Ayase for advice like a younger brother?

Chapter 530 Female teacher, tsk

At 45:[-] in the afternoon, the sun is westward, and the autumn is still warm.

Near a certain station, Ryunosuke stood under a tree on the sidewalk, watching the people coming and going in front of him boredly.

He is waiting for someone, a girl.