Survive in Azure Files

Being able to easily make this proud and strong-willed girl in front of me show such a shy expression, the sense of accomplishment is simply overwhelming.

...What if it was Hoshino?

As soon as this thought arose, it spread wildly in my mind.

If it was Hoshino, the Hoshino who hated me, the Hoshino who seemed gentle but was actually arrogant...

How much pleasure can it bring me?

I held Qinxiang's hand, but my mind was full of other women.

It seems a bit crumbly, but it's not a big problem.

Anyway, Serika finally recovered and answered in a mosquito-like voice:

"Um……"

I asked jokingly, "What did you say?"

"Are you annoying? I will believe you!"

As Qinxiang spoke, she smiled and murmured, "When I was most desperate, you foolishly rushed over without caring about your own safety and saved me from the bad guys twice... How can I not believe it?"

Her attitude was so gentle that it was almost unlike Qinxiang.

"Heh... didn't Hoshino say that it was a conspiracy between me and the Steel Helmets?"

"I've already told you that you're an idiot."

Hehehe! Xingye, if you saw my junior acting like a spoiled brat to me, how would you feel?

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I hugged Qinxiang and prepared to do some ordinary things between teachers and students to enhance the friendship.

But at this moment.

Boom, boom, boom.

Nomiya was outside the door: "Teacher, can I take up a moment of your time?"

I'm afraid you didn't make an appointment!

Qinxiang panicked: "Why is Nomiya-senpai here... No, we can't let her see us like this... I have to hide..."

Having said that, Qinxiang was about to escape to the bathroom.

Although that was interesting, I still pulled Serika back and pointed upwards:

"Isn't there still plenty of room on the beams?"

Qinxiang was stunned for a moment, and without having time to think about it, she nimbly used the wall to gain leverage and flipped over to the beam.

I looked up and saw that Qinxiang's two cat ears were still exposed.

Without further ado, I opened the door, made a surprised expression, and spoke quickly to Nomiya, who was standing outside with a smile on his face:

"You came at the perfect time. I was wearing the glasses that Ayane lent me to protect my eyesight while playing board games with myself and exercising. I used this towel to wipe my sweat and specially prepared ramen for later!"

"Pfft~ Teacher, what are you talking about~"

Nomiya seemed to be tickled and laughed like a silver bell.

Not long after, she stopped laughing: "Teacher, is it convenient for me to come in now?"

"Of course it's convenient. Please come in."

I enthusiastically took Nomiya into the bedroom and reminded him, "We are a man and a woman living in the same room. If others knew about it, it would inevitably cause criticism."

"Oh... then shall we go somewhere else to talk?"

I shook my head. “No, what I meant is that if anyone else comes over later, you can hide in the closet.”

Nomiya was confused and asked, "Why is it a wardrobe?"

"Of course it's because the closet is so spacious."

In order to prove this to Nomiya, I opened the closet door and found that there were indeed only a few sets of clothes inside.

"Oh, so few?" Nomiya was surprised, then he thought about it and invited me with a smile, "Teacher, when we are done, let's go to the mall to buy clothes together, just the two of us~"

"Oh, the two of us?" I was also surprised, "Is this a date?"

Nomiya sat on the edge of the bed, smiling mischievously: "Hmm~ Teacher, if you think so, it's okay, okay?"

At this point, Nomiya also looked at the shotgun, which had a very high presence, and said with emotion:

"It turns out that Senior Hoshino hasn't changed at all."

Finally there are different lines.

That's normal. After all, Nomiya is the person who knows Hoshino best in the current countermeasures committee.

I asked curiously, "What do you mean, it has not changed?"

“Hmm…” Nomiya pondered for a while, “It’s what I told you before, the former Hoshino senior was a man of swift and decisive actions, as if there was something chasing him from behind.

“I thought she had gotten over it, but it wasn’t until this afternoon that I realized that Hoshino-senpai is still the same, but she has learned to keep everything to herself.

"Isn't that why Senior Hoshino took such a drastic action?"

At this point, Nomiya sighed, and the smile returned to his face: "Okay~ now, let's not talk about these heavy things. Teacher~ it's time for our secret time~"

That's too weird!

Nomiya lifted her skirt, revealing her plump and elastic white thighs: "Please~"

I immediately lay down and enjoyed Nomiya's lap.

"By the way, teacher, would you like to take this opportunity to watch the latest popular morning drama together?"

"sure."

So Nomiya took out a pink cell phone with a cartoon decoration and started searching.

Knock on the door, again!

"Teacher, I'm Kayoko Onikata."

Nomiya asked, "Eh? Should I hide in the closet now?"

"Yes."

"Then you can look at it yourself first, teacher. I'm going to take a rest inside~"

Nomiya handed me the phone and walked lightly into the closet.

Chapter 43: The First Chalais Saint-Pierre War (End)

He was wearing Ayane's glasses, with Shirako's towel around his neck, and holding Nomiya's phone in his left hand. On the table behind him was a thermos bag containing ramen cooked by Serika herself, and on the bed was a board game brought by Mutsuki.

Kayoko had become suspicious when she saw how I was dressed, and she understood everything after I enthusiastically invited her into the bedroom.

"Teacher, it seems that I came at a bad time?"

"No, you came just in time!"

I've long wanted to have an in-depth conversation with Kayoko, who appears to be cold on the outside!

Kayoko instantly revealed a fan-shaped statistical chart expression that was 30% surprised, 30% confused, 30% disgusted, and 10% helpless, and sighed:

"Well, just to be on the safe side, if someone comes over again later, where should I hide?"

Such a calm reaction and the ability to instantly understand the situation, you are worthy of being Kayoko-san!

I asked politely, "Is the balcony okay?"

Kayoko shrugged, totally nonchalant: "It's all right."

"Well... so, Kayoko, what is it that brought you here to see me?"

"Nothing. I'm just a little worried about the teacher. Please forgive me if I'm doing unnecessary things."

Just as I thought, Kayoko is not as bad as she looks. She is just a good girl with a cold face but a warm heart.

After recognizing this fact, if you look closely, you will find that Kayoko's slightly fierce and cold face is really cute and charming.

"How can it be redundant!" I said happily, "I am so happy that Kayoko cares about me so much!"

"…If you still have the time to think so, that's great."

Ignoring Kayoko's implication, I quickly got to the point and looked at her expectantly: "So, how do you want to comfort me when I'm hurt?"

Kayoko seemed uncomfortable being looked at like this, but she didn't seem to mind it either.

She took out her phone and headphones from her pocket and said, "I just want to recommend you the songs I often listen to. Music has the power to heal people's hearts."

I took the earphones, put one side into my own ear, and handed the other side back to Kayoko.

Kayoko was a little confused: "...Huh?"

“Let’s listen together!”

"I know what you mean, but... uh, do you insist on this?"

of course?

Being able to use the same headphones with Kayoko and listen to the songs recommended by Kayoko together is a good opportunity to deepen our relationship and we should not miss it easily.

As a result, Kayoko's face turned cold, her eyebrows raised, and she scolded in a low voice:

"Teacher, let me give you a piece of advice. If you make such a request to other students, you will be reported to the police station for harassment."

I was surprised and asked, "Is that so? What about you, Kayoko?"

"As a member of Convenience House 68, of course I have to avoid the police."

Kayoko then naturally put on her headphones and pressed the play button.

The next moment, my smile froze.

Deafening heavy metal music came from the headphones, and the lyrics were full of blood and violence, which was not very suitable for baby Xia Lai's physique.

This... is also called healing...?

I wanted to say something, but I saw that Kayoko was closing her eyes, smiling, and immersed in the world of music. Her bat wings were flapping against my lower back unconsciously.

I think this is pretty good.

It would be wrong to disturb Kayoko rashly.

So I also stared at Kayoko's face in a trance until the song ended.

There was a knock on the door for the seventh time.

Kayoko stood up gracefully and said, "I'm going to go outside to get some fresh air. Remember to call me when you come out."

Taking my eyes away from Kayoko's back, I took a deep breath, then stood up and opened the door.

As expected, it was Haruka standing outside the door - after all, there were only so many people living in Xialai's living area, and almost all of them were gathered in this bedroom. Alu was usually not that quiet.

Haruka looked at me shyly, holding a flowerpot in her hand, with a weed in it that looked like it had been carefully planted.

"Teacher, I'm sorry to bother you so late..."

"Haruka, come in and talk."

"Eh? Ok, ok."

Haruka walked in obediently, like a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

I pulled Yaoxiang to sit on the edge of the bed again and asked her kindly why she came.

"I, I, I want to present this pot of weeds to you as a tribute."

Haruka was so nervous that she even spoke incoherently:

"Although it's completely useless just like me, if the teacher can feel better after seeing it... I, I was thinking about what the teacher said during the day, and thought that the teacher might like it? Ah... I'm sorry, I know this is completely useless, and it's really useless to use it to express gratitude..."

Haruka became more and more frustrated as she spoke, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing this, I sighed inwardly.

While taking the flowerpot from Haruka's hand, he touched her head with heartache.

As a result, Haruka trembled even more violently.