I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She hurriedly returned to her seat, her voice carrying a hint of panic that she herself was unaware of.

She was in a daze and restless all afternoon.

I drifted off several times during class.

The students below were also whispering among themselves.

"Hey, don't you guys think that Iron Fist Jing looks... kind of pretty today?"

"Yes, yes, she seems... to have more of a womanly charm now? She's truly adorable now!"

When Hiratsuka Shizuka heard these comments, her heart skipped a beat, and she could only manage a cough to cover it up, but the temperature on her cheeks just wouldn't come down.

Just when she was feeling confused and didn't know how to deal with it all.

"Hiratsuka-sensei."

It's Lynn.

He still had that lazy look on his face, wearing a simple white shirt, with a calm expression, as if everything from last night had nothing to do with him.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, and could only lower her head, pretending to be focused on organizing the documents on the table, her voice dry: "Is...is there something you need?"

"this is for you."

Lynn gently placed a document on her desk.

That was a report on "rectification of student information security vulnerabilities during the school festival".

This was originally the most troublesome task she was in charge of, involving coordination among various departments and was extremely tedious.

But now, this report is not only perfectly completed, but it has even pre-planned solutions for various problems that may arise later.

Clear and logical, impeccable.

He actually... quietly resolved even this troublesome matter for her.

Hiratsuka Shizuka held the report, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She finally couldn't help but raise her head, and her eyes, which were always full of heroic spirit, were now filled with complex emotions.

Why...why are you doing all this for me?

The moment she asked the question, she regretted it.

This sounds exactly like the questioning of an unreasonable woman, and it doesn't sound like her at all.

Lynn looked at her, and a hint of helplessness seemed to flash in her usually calm eyes.

He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly carried to every corner of the office.

"Because you are my colleague and a good teacher who cares about students."

Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart sank.

Sure enough, it was that businesslike tone again.

However, Lynn's next words silenced the entire office.

“I hate trouble. Helping you with these things makes my own work easier. So, helping you is helping myself.”

How cold-blooded and selfish that statement is.

Yet how... Lynn.

He didn't even bother to use polite phrases like "it was nothing" or "we're friends" to brush her off.

He simply laid bare his selfish logic of "avoiding trouble" in front of everyone.

The colleagues around him looked at each other, unsure how to evaluate this overly honest "workplace mutual assistance."

She understood instantly.

You can't deal with this kind of man using the conventional, womanly logic.

All those hints, all those maneuvers, all those feigned indifference... were nothing but fancy and useless efforts in the face of his absolutely rational "optimal solution" thinking.

It's like a sophisticated supercomputer; you can only get feedback from it if you input the most direct and explicit instructions.

Otherwise, all your emotions and probing will be categorized by him as "garbled code" or "problems to be dealt with," and then he will eliminate them in the easiest way possible.

Just like last night's "accident".

An unprecedented surge of courage rose from the depths of her heart.

"Lynn, I have something I'd like to talk to you about."

Chapter 71: The Iron Fist Teacher's Confession

One by one, the lights in the windows of the school building turned on, and the laughter of students leaving school could be heard in the distance.

As the sun sets, golden light filters through the leaves and falls to the ground, while a faint fragrance of flowers fills the air.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stood with her back to him, her shoulders trembling slightly. Her aura was completely different from that of the violent teacher who usually wielded iron fists; she exuded a more feminine gentleness.

"Hiratsuka-sensei~, what are you trying to say?"

Lynn's voice sounded from behind, still in that calm tone.

She slowly turned around, her usually spirited face now displaying an unprecedented seriousness and determination.

The setting sun cast a golden glow on her face, making her eyes burn with a flame called obsession.

"Lynn." She spoke each word clearly, as if they were bursting forth from the depths of her chest.

"I don't want to treat last night's events as an accident."

Lynn's expression faltered slightly.

His emotional perception told him this.

The intensity of this woman's emotions had reached a dangerous threshold—fiery, pure, and leaving no room for compromise.

“Please…” Hiratsuka Shizuka took a deep breath, clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white, and shouted out those words with all her might.

"Take responsibility for me!"

After he finished speaking, the entire garden fell silent.

Even the wind stopped, leaving only the sound of their breathing mingling in the air.

Lynn looked at the woman in front of him, who was usually so carefree and wielding her iron fists, but now looked like a girl awaiting judgment, so nervous that even her fingers were trembling slightly.

Interesting, he thought to himself.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, are you sure?" His voice was soft, but it carried a certain profound meaning.

"You know what kind of person I am."

This rhetorical question made Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart skip a beat.

But that hesitation lasted only a second before being swallowed up by an even stronger determination.

"I don't care what kind of person you are!" She took a step forward, closing the distance, her voice trembling with excitement, but her eyes becoming increasingly determined.

All I know is that after last night, I can no longer treat you as an ordinary colleague!

Lynn remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled: "So... Hiratsuka-sensei, are you confessing your feelings to me?"

"So what if it is?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, but her tone rose sharply instead of retreating, carrying her signature unreasonable domineering manner.

"That's right! I'm just a stupid woman who can't get married, has a terrible temper, and only knows how to use her fists!" Her voice rose even higher, carrying a kind of self-abandoned resolve.

"Even so, I know what kind of man I absolutely cannot let go in this lifetime!"

This self-deprecating declaration seems to be gathering strength for the upcoming all-out offensive.

She took another step forward and grabbed Lynn's collar. Her hands, which were usually wielding iron fists, were now trembling slightly.

"I admit I used to be a complete idiot in relationships, only good at getting beaten up! But this time is different!"

She stared intently into his eyes, and with an almost screaming voice, she poured out all her resolve.

"You bastard, this is the first opponent in my life I've ever wanted to throw a punch at and fight to the death to beat!"

This declaration, brimming with the fighting spirit of Shizuka Hiratsuka, startled Lynn for a moment before he shook his head and chuckled.

This was the Hiratsuka Shizuka he knew: domineering, direct, passionate, and like an inextinguishable flame.

In Lynn's mind, the supercomputer called "Rationality" was running at high speed.

Reject her?

The moment the thought arose, he seemed to see a vision of the future:

Those evasive and resentful eyes in the office;

A figure completely drunk in an izakaya;

And how I've been dragged into the mess of "post-breakup syndrome" time and time again...

—It was a top-tier trouble that was endless, chaotic, and enough to keep him from having a peaceful year ahead.

And the woman in front of me...

He looked at her face, flushed red with extreme courage, her reckless persistence like a burning, unreasonable flame.

Although the flame was scalding hot, it was pure and direct enough.

At least, it's much easier than dealing with a broken, cold heart.

He sighed slowly.

To Hiratsuka Shizuka, that sigh was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, instantly dimming the burning flame in her eyes.

···Requesting flowers··· ···

The hand gripping his collar also let go limply.

it's over...

Just as she was about to turn around, using her last bit of strength to maintain her dignity as an "iron-fisted teacher," and flee the trial in a disheveled state.

Lynn, however, grabbed her cold hand again in a way she never expected, and tightened her grip slightly.

Hiratsuka Shizuka staggered forward uncontrollably, crashing into his not-so-wide, but reassuring embrace.

Her nose was instantly filled with the clean scent of soap pods emanating from him, leaving her mind blank.

She instinctively tried to struggle, but a stronger hand grabbed her waist, rendering her immobile.

She was forced to look up and meet those languid eyes so close to hers.

..... ... 0

In those eyes, there was no mockery, no pity, only one thing...

It was as if one were calmly examining a troublesome private possession that was about to become one's own.

“Hiratsuka-sensei,” Lynn lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her cheek, his voice languid yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"You know I hate trouble."

With his other hand, he gently stroked her face, which was filled with shock and shame, his thumb caressing her slightly trembling lips.

"And you are the most beautiful trouble I've ever seen in my life."

The moment he finished speaking, he kissed her.

This kiss was devoid of any passion or intensity.

It was a kiss with a faint scent of soapberry, incredibly clear, and confirming ownership.

It's like stamping your seal on a troublesome, but unavoidable, contract.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Lynn looked at the woman in his arms who was completely petrified, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed. Her eyes, which were always full of heroic spirit, were now filled with tears and confusion.

He raised his hand, gently wiping away a trace of surprise from her lips with his thumb, and then, in a tone that brooked no argument and ended all conversation, issued the first command in their relationship.

"You're not allowed to mention blind dates again, understand?"

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Lynn's tone carried a hint of helpless acceptance.