Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

It was hopelessly dirty and messy.

"Sister Manfuyu, rather than tutoring, I think the most urgent thing right now is to help you clean your room."

"This kind of environment will really make you sick."

The corner of his eye twitched, and after hesitating for a moment, Sakurai finally said this.

"Woo~"

Unable to hold back a cry of pain, Kirisu Madoka subconsciously widened her eyes. She looked at him in disbelief that such hurtful words would come out of her student's mouth.

"Sister Manfuyu? Are you okay? Is it true that if you live in such a bad environment for a long time, your mental state will be affected?"

"Do you want to go see a doctor? I think Dr. Kishitani Silla is good."

The doctor Sakurai was referring to was an underground secret doctor in Ikebukuro whom Kirisu Madoka had taken him to see. Apart from his rather odd personality, his medical skills were indeed quite superb.

By the way, if it weren't for Kirisu Madoka's tough attitude, he might have been left somewhere for [treatment].

Judging from the results, Sakurai had a good impression of that guy.

Tentatively poking Kirisu Mafuyu's hand, Sakurai did his best to show concern.

Then he stabbed Kirisu Mafuyu in the chest again.

"Goo~"

It was a fatal blow, and Kirisu Madoka, who could not show even a hint of concern, and who could only see the indifference in her own student's eyes no matter how she looked at it, was completely pierced.

If she didn't know that Sakurai was not such a guy, she would have thought that Sakurai was deliberately making fun of her.

Knife after knife...

Her already meager authority as a teacher was completely destroyed.

31. Madoka is a female figure skater

"real..."

"Clean it up, now, immediately."

Before Sakurai could speak again, he stabbed himself and interrupted him. Without even giving the other party a chance to call his name, Kirisu Madoka pushed Sakurai in without saying a word.

A blazing fire called the teacher's soul ignited in Kirisu Madoka's eyes.

Whether or not I can restore my image in the students’ eyes a little bit depends on now.

Absolutely, absolutely, never give up easily.

She is definitely not the kind of older single woman who cannot take care of herself.

absolute! ! !

Anyway, under the guidance (causing trouble) of the excited Mafuyu Kirisu, Sakurai spent half an hour to clean Mafuyu Kirisu's room.

Useless waste paper, kitchen waste, clean and dirty clothes all went to where they belonged.

The only thing left to keep everything spotless and tidy is...

"Then this is all that's left."

Sakurai's eyes were drawn to the takeout box beside the bed and he walked over.

If nothing unexpected happens, there is still some noodle soup left in the box from the ramen I ate last night.

Come to think of it, considering Mafuyu-san's housework skills, it's not surprising that she knows nothing about cooking.

Takeaway boxes accounted for 60% of the garbage in the room.

Without waiting for Kirisu Mafuyu to speak, Sakurai picked up the takeout box and was about to pour the remaining soup into the bathroom.

After pouring out the soup and throwing the takeout box into the trash bag, Sakurai saw the soup stains on the white cloth under the takeout box. His eyes twitched and he covered his face with his hands.

Is this dirty too?

Sighing helplessly, Sakurai picked up the white cloth that was stained by ramen and prepared to wash it with water.

Then he saw...

An exaggerated number of trophies, and...

The trophy is different from the now-known ice beauty Kirisu Mafuyu, who is filled with a smile called happiness...

Kirisu Mafuyu during her school days.

Is this the past of Sister Manfuyu?

Very dazzling.

After taking a look at the trophy and the photo, Sakurai threw the dust-proof white cloth into the washing machine with an expressionless face, and washed it together with a pile of dirty clothes that were spinning.

"Basic hygiene has been taken care of. I'll take out the trash when we leave. I have things to do later. Let's study while there's still time, Madoka-sama."

As he said this, he had already taken out the course materials he would use today from his shoulder bag.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

Kirisu Madoka was ready to say something, but she didn't expect Sakurai to just casually skip over the topic.

I breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"There's nothing to ask. Since you, Madoka, chose to cover up your past, it means that you don't want to talk about it."

"I respect Madoka-sama's opinion, and I don't have the hobby of digging into other people's wounds to satisfy my curiosity."

"It's better to do less than more. This is my attitude towards life."

"Just like Mafuyu-san has never forced me to recall the past, I respect Mafuyu-san's wishes."

Sakurai has never been the type of person who likes to get to the bottom of things. To him, there are many unimportant things that he doesn't even bother to take a second look at.

"Rather than that, can we start tutoring now?"

"I have something else to do later."

He emphasized again that he had an appointment later, and still did not have too many emotional fluctuations. Sakurai flipped through the textbook to read the part of the make-up class he had yesterday.

"do you know?"

"How long does a figure skating career last, especially for women's figure skaters?"

Looking at the trophy on the counter with some nostalgia, Kirisu Madoka did not start tutoring according to Sakurai's idea but instead said these unreasonable words.

"I don't know, Madoka-sama, you know I only have one month's worth of memory."

After stating his answer directly, Sakurai didn't say anything else. Since Kirisu Mafuyu wanted to say something, he just listened.

Anyway, he only cooperated with the extra lessons because Kirisu Madoka missed him.

He can do whatever Kirisu Mafuyu wants, this is something Sakurai had already decided.

"Generally speaking, it's between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five."

"In addition, it will be affected by many factors such as physical condition and economic reasons."

"The moment is too short compared to other sports."

"It's the sport called women's figure skating."

Kirisu Madoka had clenched her fists unconsciously, and her expression looked a little ugly.

But she still chose to open her wounds.

She wants...

Use yourself as a teaching material to teach this student.

This student's life is currently only one month long.

"There was once a girl who, on impulse, wasted her limited and precious time on a meaningless thing."

“In the end, she regretted it.”

"She's a very silly girl, isn't she?"

"So, Sakurai-san, I don't want you to have this experience."

"So, I hope you can calm down and choose your own future."

Looking at the trophy on the counter and her happy smile in the past, Kirisu Madoka's eyes were filled with reminiscence and pain.

She hated Kirisu Mafuyu so much because she was so willful and didn't live up to her talent.

"In that girl's eyes, it was self-discipline."

“Always remind yourself not to forget why you became like that.”

"A symbol of regret."

“So the conclusion is that educators cannot consider students’ feelings and should be more resolute in guiding them in the direction of developing their talents.”

"Sakurai, you are a genius. You can catch up with an average person's life of more than ten years in just one month."

"I don't want you to live up to this talent."

Even if the wound was opened to reveal the bloody inside, this is what Kirisu Madoka wanted to tell Sakurai.

Looking at the somewhat sad Kirisu Mafuyu, Sakurai tilted his head.

He didn't quite understand why Kirisu Madoka said these words.

but...

"Sister Manfuyu, I don't understand what you are saying."

“Don’t waste your talent, and don’t let your future self regret it.”

“I don’t understand it at all.”

"It's better for Sister Manfuyu to think about this. After all, you said so, Sister Manfuyu."

"Educators cannot consider students' feelings. They should guide them more firmly in the direction of realizing their talents. I remember this."