I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Hisada Moki held the notebook in front of her body with both hands, turned her head sideways, and looked at him with concern.

"If I'm not ready, you can just let me take English class first and then make up for Chinese class later."

The caring female teacher is indeed a caring female teacher.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi nodded confidently.

"Sure enough, Mr. Hisada still cares about me."

"..."

Then, when the female teacher turned away helplessly, he continued.

"It's not a problem, actually."

"no problem?"

"No problem at all." Tetsufumi Hirakawa's voice was confident.

"Is it because Mr. Hirakawa prepared it in advance last night?"

Laughter followed.

"How is that possible? That would mean working overtime."

"..."

Hisada Mashu didn't know what to say for a moment and remained silent.

After a while.

"...I really shouldn't have had such illusions about Mr. Hirakawa in this regard - what did Mr. Hirakawa do when he was at home?"

"Read a book."

"What are you looking at?"

"Stary birds summer y window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, whio songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh."

Hisada Masu gave him a glance.

"The birds of summer come to my window to sing, and then fly away. The yellow leaves of autumn have nothing to sing about, so they just sigh and fall there - Stray Birds."

"Yes."

"The teaching material is not ready yet, and Teacher Pingchuan is looking at something else..." As he was talking, he suddenly remembered.

Hisada Moshu frowned slightly and began to recall.

"Come to think of it, Mr. Pingchuan always starts preparing for class when it's time to start class."

That's right, only before class can you see this teacher open his book and prepare lessons seriously. You can never see him preparing lessons at other times.

Normally, lessons should be prepared in advance.

"What's the matter?" Hirakawa Tetsufumi said in a tone that said "Don't worry, it's no problem." "Teacher Hisata, let me tell you, even though I usually look lazy, when I get to work, I can easily finish the work in just a little time."

"is it?"

"Although I just prepared the lesson, I have memorized it by heart. Now, let alone without a lesson plan, even if I don't have a textbook, I can still give a lecture directly on stage."

"..."

The look in Hisada Masu's eyes was called "disbelief".

"Teacher Pingchuan, don't be so stubborn. If it doesn't work, I'll take over the first or second class--"

"Teacher Hisata."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi suddenly spoke in a serious tone, interrupting Hisata Masuki's conversation.

"This is the only sentence I must refute. For me, as a man, saying 'no' is impossible."

"..."

"And to be honest, my memory is quite good. I can remember almost all the books I've read."

Hisada Masu said nothing.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa cleared his throat and tried to prove himself.

"For example, I just watched Stray Birds last night, and I can easily recite several sentences."

“Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet ahe seagulls fly off，the waves roll aart.”

As the last syllable fell, we had arrived at the door of Class B.

"Goodbye, Mr. Hisata." Tetsufumi Hirakawa pulled out the pen that was stuck in the middle of the textbook.

Then--

"?"

Hisada Masu looked in confusion at the Chinese textbook in her hand that was thrown to her by Hirakawa Tetsufumi.

-

After saying goodbye to the female teacher, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked into Class A's classroom holding only a pen.

Is he showing off? He is not.

I am usually lazy and can only learn the lesson fluently by doing the lesson plan before class. I can also use sentences from various books I have read. What do I rely on?

Of course it's his excellent memory.

It was time to prove his excellent work ability to the female teacher, otherwise, if he got seriously ill, she would always treat him as "a child who couldn't even take care of himself."

He is not.

"Hmm... Speaking of which, it seems like I'm at a disadvantage if I just prove it for nothing. I should make a bet with Hisada-sensei while she still doesn't believe me..."

With this thought in mind, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked into the classroom and stood on the podium.

When I came to my senses, I was met with the gazes of dozens of students.

"..."

Clearing away all unnecessary thoughts, a smile appeared on Hirakawa Tetsufumi's face.

"Good morning, students."

-

After the morning class, Tetsufumi Hirakawa went to Class B for his first Chinese class - he also met Hisada Masaki in the corridor.

The teacher wanted to return the Chinese textbook to him, but he refused.

And, taking advantage of the situation, when the teacher said in distress, "Teacher Hirakawa, please stop trying to show off," he took the opportunity to make a bet with Hisada Maki.

The loser will have to promise the winner something.

"It's simple, Mr. Hisada, just wait."

After making these harsh words, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked into Class B.

The result, of course, is—

Done with ease.

The second class is for Class A.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa completed the task smoothly without any mistakes.

There are only two classes left now, and Hisada Masu is doomed to fail, huh!

Because the third class was still for Class A, during the break, Tetsufumi Hirakawa was still sitting at the podium for Class A, spinning a pen in his hand.

He was already confidently thinking about what to do after winning.

How should I ask Mr. Hisada? Think carefully about it.

Ok……

Thinking, thinking.

There were footsteps.

When I looked up, two students were standing in front of me - the two monitors of the class.

"It's Futaki-san and Matsuka-san."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa put the thoughts in his mind aside, dropped his pen, smiled, and greeted them.

The two squad leaders bowed together.

"Teacher Hirakawa, I'm glad to see you recover."

"Thank you two classmates for your concern."

"..."

"..."

Naturally, after a few more words of concern, the two class leaders walked down from the podium.

As the class monitor, it is normal to say hello to the head teacher who has not been to school for a few days.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi was about to pick up his pen when another student came up to him. He looked over.

"Amamiya-san?"

That’s right, the one who came was the middle school girl Amamiya Yoru.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked at the smaller female student in front of him in confusion. She was standing, but not much taller than him who was sitting.

Now he is in the classroom, full of students. I don’t know why Amemiya Ye is looking for him.

This chuunibyou seldom takes the initiative to talk to him when there are many people around.

——These are one of the few points that make Tetsufumi Hirakawa satisfied.

If this girl behaved like this in private, regardless of the occasion, during normal times, he really wouldn't know how to deal with her.

While thinking about this, he saw Amemiya Ye coming in front of him, looking around, then walking closer to him, and speaking in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Hello, Mr. Pingchuan."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi also lowered his voice unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

"The Hidden Body wants to talk to Mr. Pingchuan about something."

"Eh...what's going on?"

"..."

Without saying anything, the expression on Yu Gongye's face changed, and his momentum changed. His face, which was a little chubby, suddenly became a little colder.

"..."

Hmm... this is a transformation.

Indeed.

The voice of Amamiya Yoru is full of mystery.

"Teacher Pingchuan, I greet you."

The image of her wearing a black Lolita dress, holding up the hem of her skirt and bowing slowly automatically emerged in my mind.

"..." Hirakawa Tetsufumi paused, then smiled, not knowing what to do, "Um... um."

"After school this afternoon, I want to talk to Mr. Pingchuan about something."

"…What's going on?"

"Teacher Hirakawa will know tonight." Amamiya Ye did not explain too much, "Actually, it should have been yesterday... but there were irrelevant people present, so it was not convenient for me to show up."

"..."

The irrelevant people refer to Mr. Hisata and Mr. Shinohara when they visited the patient, right?

It's really rude to define them as irrelevant people...

"Anyway, Mr. Hirakawa will be here, right?"

Amamiya Ye stared at him.

"..."