Hikigaya Hachiman is still in the dark

"Hey, that's amazing. Iroha-chan really can't be underestimated."

Of course we can't underestimate that devil. Do you think I have suffered so much at her hands?

"If you can't write for the time being, why not take a break? If you don't have any inspiration, just looking at the screen won't produce any results."

"I won't think about anything about the novel if I'm away from the screen, so let me just stare at the screen."

"Oh, is that so? Then, Xiaoqi, would you like a cup of coffee?" Now that I think about it, I do feel a little tired, so I nodded to Yuigahama.

"Well, that's up to you."

"It's okay." Yuigahama agreed happily, and then skipped to the kitchen to get busy. I said, you are so old now, can you stop acting like a child? Although you are almost one-tenth as cute as Komachi, on the contrary, think about how dull the daily life of our Ice Queen Yukishita is...

By the way, if Yuigahama is here, then where is Yukinoshita? I looked around and found that Yukinoshita was reading something on her notebook on the dining table in the living room. It should be about Yuigahama's opening of a shop, Yuigahama's own flower shop, but in the end, I am the one who is most relaxed? Well, after all, it's Yuigahama who is stupid, so such a thing can indeed be barely accepted.

As if she noticed my gaze, Yukinoshita glared at me fiercely. It seemed that Yukinoshita's radar was still as sharp as ever. I had to quietly retract my gaze.

If I have to talk about the theme of the new novel, it would be about change. After all, if I want to write about an exchange series, the most described thing is definitely the change after the exchange, the exchange of consciousness between the hero and the heroine...ah, so complicated. I'd better write the preface directly with the title of change. Write the beginning first, and then everything else will follow naturally. Well, that's decided. I'll write the beginning first.

"Hey, Xiaoqi, coffee is for you." At this time, Yuigahama handed me the brewed coffee.

"Thank you."

"It's okay. Xiaoqi, just keep working hard." Yuigahama winked at me, then ran back to Yukinoshita.

I took a sip of the coffee. Although it’s not as delicious as MAX coffee, it’s still drinkable.

I shook my head to cheer myself up, then continued typing.

For the rest of the morning, I spent almost the entire process repeating the following tasks - typing, sending, and then being told to rewrite, typing, sending, deleting, rewriting, typing, sending, deleting, and rewriting.

Just when I was about to go crazy, Isshiki finally stopped asking me to rewrite it.

"That's it for now, we'll deal with the rest later."

Even though I worked so hard on my writing, I still had to revise it? I lay on the sofa with lifeless eyes.

Lying lazily on the sofa, I accidentally glanced at the clock. Oh no, it’s already one o’clock. If I don’t go out, I’ll be late!

I jumped up from the sofa, quickly packed my things, said hello to Yukinoshita and Yuigahama, then left the apartment and headed towards the school.

Because I left home late, when I arrived at the school gate, I found that the students had already started classes and the college door was locked. After greeting the teacher guarding the gate, I walked into the school.

"Hikigaya, it's so rare to see you." As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw a figure in a white coat standing not far from the door.

To be honest, for a mature adult like me, even if you strike such a standard hot-blooded comic action pose, I don't feel anything at all. It's better to say that I just think this person is troublesome and stupid. Promise me, please don't do this again.

"If I remember correctly, we met last night, and we met at least five days a week for work. On weekends, you would pester me with all kinds of strange reasons and force me to go out and see you."

"Hikigaya, if you take it too seriously, you won't be popular with girls..."

"I have no interest in this, and you are old enough to be called an old lady, anyway, it's not appropriate to call a girl that..." A strong wind suddenly hit me, and before I could come to my senses, Mr. Hiratsuka's fist was no more than a centimeter away from my face. I said, could the wind just now be fist wind? Why does this person's fist only grow stronger as he gets older?

"Hikigaya, what's wrong with me at this age?" Hiratsuka-sensei smiled gently, and his appearance could be used in a promotional picture of the most gentle teacher. This person is really angry...

"I mean, Mr. Hiratsuka still looks so young. He must be envied by many girls." I explained with a choked throat.

"Well, look at what you are saying. Although the fact is indeed as you said..." After hearing what I said, Mr. Hiratsuka took his hands back and covered his face with his hands shyly.

The girl's reaction made the atmosphere a little bit more scary...

"No, now is not the time to worry about this..."

"It's you who's been worried, okay? I don't care at all... I'm sorry, I'll listen carefully. Please tell us about today's topic." Seeing Mr. Hiratsuka shaking his sandbag-sized fist in front of me again, I quickly changed the topic.

"What's the theme? Isn't it obvious?" Mr. Hiratsuka took out a cigarette from his bag, lit it in a very casual posture, and smoked it comfortably.

"Of course it's about you getting drunk, and the job I assigned you."

"It's okay to be drunk. After all, I'm an adult, right..." I turned my head away, not daring to look at Mr. Hiratsuka, and answered in a very low voice.

"Oh, you're an adult, I almost forgot you're an adult..." Hiratsuka-sensei looked at me and said in surprise. What kind of reaction is this? Is it so rare for me to be an adult? Someone is still obsessed with such childish things as hot-blooded comics.

"Don't look at me with such a scary look." Noticing my dissatisfied gaze, Mr. Hiratsuka glared at me fiercely.

You are still so arbitrary and domineering. You have no right to say that I haven't grown up! Subconsciously, I glared back with an even more dissatisfied and resentful look.

"Wow, I didn't expect you, Hikigaya, would have such a fierce look. Although your original dead fish eyes were also very lethal..." Without waiting for me to complain, she continued, "If you really grow up, finish this cigarette of mine." After that, Teacher Hiratsuka handed me the cigarette in his hand.

I checked Hiratsuka teacher's eyes. It was different from usual. There was no teasing in Hiratsuka teacher's eyes. It was different from usual. It was a calm and serious look.

I still looked at Ms. Hiratsuka calmly, trying to see a hint of teasing in her expression or eyes, so that I could say "this kind of joke is not funny at all" to end this awkward eye contact. I obviously can't smoke, and Ms. Hiratsuka should know that!

Unfortunately, Mr. Hiratsuka looked at me very calmly the whole time, without even a hint of joking in his eyes.

My irritable heart gradually calmed down, and I looked at Mr. Hiratsuka very seriously. Although I didn't know why Mr. Hiratsuka suddenly asked me to smoke, I have never been a person who is used to retreating. I think I should have grown to the stage where I can stand on my own and solve some difficult problems.

After taking the cigarette, I first looked at the cigarette butt before taking the cigarette from Mr. Hiratsuka's hand. I don't know if this counts as an indirect kiss. Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt disgusted.

I held the cigarette with my sleeve and slowly put it to my lips. Then I took a light puff. Suddenly, a very irritating gas instantly filled my skull. I was not used to it and soon started to cough violently. Is this person really smoking a cigarette? Why do I feel like this is some kind of deadly biochemical poison? I thought as I coughed.

"You'll agree to something you shouldn't do once someone asks you to do it. You've always had this kind of personality..." Mr. Hiratsuka snatched the cigarette from my sleeve while I was coughing, and smoked it naturally.

As expected of an older single woman who has been unmarried for many years, she has become completely immune to this horrible biochemical gas. Can some kind-hearted person marry her home as soon as possible? I beg you...

Chapter 107 Hikigaya Hachiman is as busy as ever

"Growth is not such a superficial thing, Hikigaya. You are still as gentle as before, but the corresponding problem is still the same. Although you have changed other methods to cover it up, you still don't grasp the key to the problem. If you continue like this, there will be more and more nights like yesterday."

"Growth is not as superficial as you think, Hikigaya." Teacher Hiratsuka turned away and stopped looking at me. The lingering smoke made it impossible for me to see her face clearly.

"You really disappoint me right now, Hikigaya."

After saying this coldly, Mr. Hiratsuka slowly walked away.

"What extreme words you said." I laughed at myself. "How ruthless you are, Mr. Hiratsuka. I was just drunk once. Why did you say such serious words to me?" I bit my lips tightly.

"I never said I've grown up. There should be a limit to talking to myself." The pain from my lips kept me awake. I didn't know how to describe my current mood. Aggrieved? Painful? Unwilling? Or something deeper, a word that even humans haven't found after so many years of development to describe my mood.

I have done nothing wrong, but I am always misunderstood; I have done nothing wrong, but people are always dissatisfied; I have done nothing wrong, but I am always criticized for no reason...

This world is unfair. I have known this fact for a long time. But why is it so unfair to me? Why is it so unfair to me?

I still remember when I was in primary school, I approached others with good intentions, but I only got a symbolic and awkward response from others; when I was in junior high school, I just expressed my feelings to a girl I liked, and the whole grade was in an uproar; even in high school, when I thought I was mature enough to withstand everything, I always, always. Always? I spent my youth in such a struggle.

Growing up is not such a simple thing. Of course I understand this simple truth, but, if I am not growing up, then who is growing up in this world? Growing up to the point where it is still so hurtful.

I wanted to go back to the office, but I just couldn't move my legs.

Want to go back?

With this thought in mind, I turned around and prepared to go back.

"Oh, no, why did I get up so late? Why didn't Xiaozou wake me up!" As soon as I stepped out of the school gate, I saw a figure coming towards me. The dust was raised so much that this person must have extraordinary leg strength.

"Teacher Hikigaya, why are you there? No, teacher, please get out of the way. I can't control it anymore." Tamasaka said in panic.

This way of meeting really fits in with Tamasaka's setting.

It seemed that Tamasaka was really unable to stop her steps, so I stretched out my hand to stop Tamasaka from running. Fortunately, Tamasaka was relatively thin, so the impact I received was not that great, and it was barely within my acceptable range.

"I'm saved, thank you Mr. Hikigaya." After I stopped her, Tamasaka happily stopped where she was, panting and thanking me.

"It's okay if you don't talk since you just finished running." I looked at Tamasaka with a headache. This girl is one level more troublesome than Yuigahama, which means she is a super idiot who is even more stupid than the idiot Yuigahama.

Tamasaka didn't seem to understand what I said, and she puffed up her cheeks in anger. Well, now it's Tamasaka's turn to puff up her cheeks. Her destructive power is amazing. It looks like she will soon surpass her predecessors, Isshiki and Yuigahama.

"You should thank them properly when you should, and apologize immediately when you make a mistake." Tamasaka looked at me seriously and said.

That's why I said it's troublesome. The adult world has many difficulties that you can't understand! Such simple words can only be heard from children. But then again, Tamasaka is already a high school student, so she can't be considered a child.

"Yes, yes, but if you don't hurry up and get into the classroom, you will miss the class." I pointed to the big clock in the school courtyard.

"Ah, if you don't hurry up, thank you Mr. Hikigaya anyway." Tamasaka hurriedly glanced at the big clock, then stood up anxiously, said goodbye to me, and ran towards the classroom.

"Be more careful next time, stupid Tamasaka~" I waved goodbye to Tamasaka. She obviously paused, turned around and waved at me, then quickly ran towards the teaching building.

Although I really want to complain about why this guy is late even in the afternoon, but he is Tamasaka after all, well, I'll just use this reason to convince myself.

But seeing Tamasaka reminded me of this school and the students I have to teach. Now is not the time to be depressed. To be honest, it is indeed my fault for being drunk. I should go back to the office as soon as possible. After making up my mind, I walked towards my office.

"Good afternoon." I greeted the teacher in the office.

"Oh, Hikigaya, good afternoon."

"Mr. Hikigaya, good afternoon." Mita and Yuexia also greeted me.

In the office where Mr. Fujiwa used to be, Sagami stood up and greeted me.

He looked very serious when he stood up, but after all, he wasn't very familiar with her, so it was natural for him to be a little reserved.

"Ah, um, Mr. Sagami, you too, good afternoon." Seeing Sagami so serious, I couldn't help but stand up straight and greet Sagami again.

"Hikigaya, why do you become serious as soon as you see the new beautiful teacher?"

"Eh……"

One day, I will definitely sew up Mita's stinky mouth with needle and thread. Also, please don't give such a strange reaction, Teacher Yuexia. It's normal to greet a new teacher seriously, okay? It's not something strange.

"Well, I can't say I've just met you. In fact, Mr. Hikigaya and I have known each other for a long time. We were high school classmates."

"Hey, wait, Sagami, why are you suddenly talking about this?" In my impression, what happened between Sagami and I in high school should not be a glorious thing, and we should both bury those things in high school in the past. Why did Sagami suddenly bring up such a thing?

"Hey, have you known each other before? Wow, I smell gossip."

"Hey, childhood sweethearts? Known for a long time? Wouldn't that add a lot of points?"

Mita, people like you will die miserably one day. As for Yuexia, when did such a strange score come about?

"Yes, we've known each other for a long time." Although I really wanted to stop them, Mita and Yuexia had already consciously surrounded Sagami and protected him, so I had no choice but to move aside helplessly.

Only at times like this would these two people show extraordinary unity.

"I've known Hikigaya since high school. At that time, Mr. Hikigaya was very reliable and helped me a lot."

"Eh, that's all. No memorable encounters? Like Hikigaya's love history or something like that?"

"Hey, there's nothing like this."

"Really? Is that so?" Mita turned his head away in disappointment. I'm really sorry that I didn't have a relationship in high school!

"Oh, is that so? But it's not impossible to understand what Mr. Hikigaya said."

What is understandable? I also want to know why I have been single for as long as my age... Is it because of my name?

"Well, Mr. Hikigaya has always been a very reliable person. I'm very happy to meet him again. I feel like this will be a great job."

"Oh, so that's how it is. Being a teacher is indeed a very good job." Yuexia looked at Sagami with a smile. Yuexia has always regarded being a teacher as the thing she cherishes most. It seems that Yuexia has regarded being a teacher as her ideal since she was very young. Being able to realize such an ideal and meeting people who say that being a teacher is a very good job, Teacher Yuexia should be happy from the bottom of her heart.

"Well, please give me your guidance from now on."

"You too, Mr. Sagami." Yuexia stretched out his hand and shook hands with Sagami.

"Thank you for your advice, I'm Mita." Mita looked at Sagami enthusiastically. This person was so enthusiastic definitely because there was a single female colleague.

"Please give me your guidance, Mr. Hikigaya." Sagami also extended his hand to me generously.

"Well, please give me your advice." I also extended my hand politely.

Sagami and I held hands tightly. Perhaps we should have held hands tightly like this a few years ago.

"By the way, Teacher Sagami, thank you for substituting for me this morning." I remembered that Sagami also substituted for me this morning, so I thanked her politely.

"It's okay, it's just a small matter, and Mr. Hikigaya has helped me a lot before."

Before? Do you mean before the school festival?

Although I had doubts in my heart, I still didn't ask. Although the relationship between Sagami and I is not as unfamiliar as before, it is definitely not to the point where we can talk about everything.

All in all, I was worried about whether I could get along well with Sagami before, but judging from the current situation, there shouldn't be any big problems. The things I was worried about were solved so easily, and I didn't feel too much of a reality, but it's not bad, as long as the result is good.

Thinking of this, I felt much better, and the depression caused by being criticized by Mr. Hiratsuka also dissipated a little.

But after calming down and thinking about it, Tamasaka is such a weak girl, but she can still burst out with such strong strength even when she is in danger of being late. She should really postpone her work... no, should I say class time?

I'll go check on Tamasaka's situation later during class, but for now, let's just start working.

When I went to class and checked on Tamasaka, I finally understood what kind of potential a desperate situation could bring out in humans. When I saw Tamasaka, she was completely unconscious on her desk! Seeing this, I hurriedly asked someone to send Tamasaka to the health room before I officially started the class.

Although I was a little worried about Tamasaka fainting, I wasn't as panicked as before. How can I describe this feeling? I felt like I had developed resistance without realizing it, and looking at her running at noon, her biggest problem was that she had no problem...

After class, there was still some free time before it was time to go to the club room. After carefully confirming that there were no teachers working, I took out my notebook and began to prepare the script for the stage play that would be used in the joint event with Seaside High School.

Chapter 108: Benchugui's daily routine