I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Shinohara Shiori nodded and walked towards his door.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa also turned around and walked downstairs without waiting any longer.

There are only two flights of stairs between the rooftop on the sixth floor and the wind band on the fifth floor, which means that there is not much time left for the two to communicate, and it will be too late if they don't say anything.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa stopped after walking down a few steps.

Because the footsteps behind him stopped.

He turned his head and looked at Shiori Shinohara standing above him.

He stood straight, holding a trumpet, and his expression seemed a little cold, perhaps because of the backlight.

"Teacher Pingchuan." She spoke.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"..."

"..."

"Actually, Shiori wants to find time to have a good talk with Mr. Hirakawa."

"We've already talked about it."

"Only Mr. Hirakawa was speaking that day. There are some things I haven't told Mr. Hirakawa yet."

"..."

"Of course, this will be the last time Shiori talks about these things with Mr. Hirakawa. After this, I will not disturb Mr. Hirakawa's life anymore." Shinohara Shiori said this in a very calm tone.

"…The final decision?" asked Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

"Ah."

"Okay." He nodded. "Time?"

"this Saturday."

"Place?"

"Let's talk about it then."

"Ok."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa responded and walked downstairs.

"The ensemble has begun, let's go."

"Ok."

Shinohara Shiori took another step.

Chapter 199: Festival, Fireworks, and a Girl in a Yukata (Part )

For Tetsufumi Hirakawa, life during the summer vacation is not much different from that during school hours.

I usually stay at home, lazily enjoying the air conditioning and reading books, and go to school when it is time to go to school.

In school, most of the time I am just reading, maintaining discipline, supervising students, and preventing accidents from happening to them.

Daily life was uneventful. Even Shinohara Shiori never looked for him after the agreed time that day.

We say hello when we meet, nothing else.

After the final agreed time came and everything was said and done, the matter of this girl was finally over, right?

It should be like this.

However, Tetsufumi Hirakawa, leaning on the bed, put the book aside and glanced at his mobile phone. At this moment, the time displayed on it was: August 8, Saturday, 9:15.

Clicking on Line, Shinohara Shiori's chat interface shows the historical messages between them.

【10:00】

[Hirakawa Tetsufumi: Shinohara-san, where is the agreed location? ]

[Shinohara Shiori: I'll tell Mr. Hirakawa when the time comes]

However, I still haven’t told him the time and place even now, and I don’t understand.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi stared at her for a few seconds, then ignored her, put his phone down and picked up the book again.

I took the book off the shelf after lunch without picking the name, after all, I have read it all. After I took it, I looked at the cover and it was "Norwegian Wood".

Now I have read the fourth chapter.

[I looked into Midori's eyes, and Midori looked into mine. I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her mouth. Midori's shoulders just shook slightly. Then she closed her eyes softly. For about five or six seconds, we kissed each other's lips in silence. The early autumn sun reflected her eyelashes on her cheeks, and she looked slightly trembling.

It was a gentle kiss, a kiss whose destination was unknown. 】

-

Nearing evening, in a Japanese-style room.

Shiori Shinohara stood in front of the mirror, and the soft light in the room revealed her current appearance.

The girl was only wearing a thin undergarment and a bathrobe.

The large area of ​​red is the pattern of cherry blossoms.

Because of her mother, the eldest daughter has worn kimonos, yukatas and other clothes many times and is very familiar with them.

Shinohara Shiori stared at the mirror, but her eyes were not focused on it. Instead, she was lost in thought about something while putting on her yukata slowly and methodically.

Holding up the collar of the yukata, he pulled the hem of the yukata to the level of the ankles, revealing the girl's feet.

'Although this is a somewhat clichéd story, the poor student gradually changed and grew up with the help of the teacher, and finally decided to become a teacher.'

The conversation on the campus corridor on the last day of July is still lingering in my mind. It is Mr. Pingchuan's past, his life, and his wish.

Adjust the sleeves of the yukata and wrap it around your body, with the left half on top and the right half on the bottom.

'Therefore, the profession of teacher is of great significance to me, and the duty of teaching and educating people is incomparably sacred to me.'

That’s right, this teacher who is always bound by his identity as a teacher... maybe it’s not called bound, for him, he is willing to do so.

She picked up the thin belt, wrapped it around her waist and tied it tight, revealing the outline of the girl's slender waist.

"I hope that Shinohara-san can understand this and how important being a teacher is to me."

Of course she understood it, she understood it a long time ago.

Identity, responsibility, the beginning of everything, the person who said to her "knowing it is impossible but still doing it" and walked into her house that day. If it weren't for such a belief, would anyone really do such a nosy thing?

Reach out and smooth the yukata, straighten the collar, fasten the buckle, and secure the yukata.

'Also, even though I couldn't see that teacher anymore, I didn't want to betray her trust. I told her that I wanted to be a great teacher like her.'

This teacher did not disappoint the teacher in the story. As agreed upon when choosing a university, she was, of course, an excellent teacher. Shinohara Shiori firmly believed this.

but……

Fold the red belt, wrap it around your chest twice, tie it into a bow, tuck the excess part of the belt between the belt and the yukata, and then wrap the bow around your back.

"So, Shinohara-san, I hope this is the last time I refuse. After this, let's stop here."

It is precisely because of this responsibility that there is an almost irrefutable reason for rejection, and all expectations seem to be in vain.

The yukata is already on.

Shinohara Shiori's slightly dazed eyes were focused on the mirror.

In the mirror, there is a girl wearing a yukata with cherry blossom patterns.

The dignified and elegant lady seems to blend in with her yukata in this Japanese-style room. Appropriate and natural.

She raised her hand slightly, and her sleeves fluttered, revealing a piece of white in the cherry red color. It was her wrist.

Can't find any flaws.

Shinohara Shiori took a look and turned around, and the mirror reflected the red bow on her back.

She walked away, towards the dresser.

Shinohara Shiori rarely wears makeup, but this time, she should put on some makeup.

The girl sat in front of the dressing table.

Her face was reflected in the makeup mirror. Against the backdrop of her red bathrobe, even though she hadn't put on any makeup yet, her already fair and flawless face already looked extraordinary.

She picked up the cosmetics and tools on the table and applied them stroke by stroke.

……

She put on some light makeup, but it made her originally young face look even more beautiful.

not bad.

Shinohara Shiori looked around and stood up.

time to go.

After sending out the agreed time and place, Shinohara Shiori put on a pair of wooden clogs and carried a small handbag and walked out of the room.

The corridor of a Japanese house extends to the door.

Shinohara Shiori walked while looking at the replies on her phone.

Obviously, the other party expressed doubts about the agreed time and place, but the willful young lady did not intend to explain.

It will arrive eventually.

When I put away my phone and raised my head, I saw the young maid of the family standing by the corridor in a daze.

"..."

"..."

After Shinohara Shiori looked at her with a suspicious look, the maid blinked, came to her senses, put her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly.

"...Miss."

Shinohara Shiori nodded and responded softly, then took a step forward.

But she stopped after just one step and looked at the maid beside her.

"…Miss, what's wrong?"

"that……"

Shinohara Shiori opened her mouth slightly, revealing a bit of her white teeth, and seemed to be unsure whether she should say it or not.

Finally, after struggling for a while, the eldest lady finally asked.

She raised her hand and fiddled with her long hair.

"Kurosaka... do I, um... look good?"

"..."

After Shinohara Shiori finished speaking, the corridor fell silent for a moment, and then -

"Eh……?"

Kurosaka seemed a little overwhelmed, with a dazed look in her eyes. This was the first time she heard such a question from this young lady.

Fortunately, the maid's good manners allowed her to come to her senses in time. She lowered her head and spoke at a slow pace with a tone full of emotion.

"The young lady's appearance is already outstanding. After wearing a yukata and light makeup, she looks even more gorgeous. In fact, I was stunned when I saw her just now. I am with her day and night, and I am sure that if other people saw her for the first time, they would be stunned."

"Well... is that so?" Miss Shinohara put down her hands that were fiddling with her hair, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but she pretended not to care and asked softly.

"Of course." Kurosaka bent down.

"Ok."

With a slight nod to show that she understood, Shinohara Shiori walked forward again.

Kurosaka was left alone with his thoughts.

The young lady who usually keeps to herself puts on a yukata and puts on makeup. Who is she going to attend the summer festival with?

……

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