I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Perhaps he didn't know how to answer, so he forced a smile.

"Well, then, good luck to Mr. Hirakawa?"

The troubled expression is cute, and the way he turns around to get water in confusion is also cute.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa smiled, lowered his head, picked up his pen and continued preparing for class.

A few minutes later, Hisada Masu came back and the female teacher finally figured it out.

"Teacher Hirakawa, you are actually playing a trick on me again, right?"

Looking up, Hisada Moki was holding the water cup in both hands, staring at him fiercely.

"How could that be?" Tetsufumi Hirakawa denied it.

Hisada Moki walked over, stared at him again, looked away, gently placed the cup of water on the table, and then sat down in her seat.

"I just thought about it. If someone else said this, it might be possible, but it's unlikely for Mr. Hirakawa alone."

"..."

So hurtful.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi dropped his pen and said, "Teacher Hisata, your words are discouraging my enthusiasm for work."

"Teacher Hirakawa doesn't have such a thing."

"..."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi fell silent.

Hisada Masu covered her mouth apologetically.

"Sorry, that seemed a bit harsh."

After a long time, Hirakawa Tetsufumi sighed, his tone full of regret: "Teacher Hisata, I have discovered it."

"Hmm? What did you find?"

"You are no longer the teacher who can do whatever he wants."

"..." After a moment of silence, Hisada Maki put on a kind smile: "After all, it's been so long, I can already see what kind of person Mr. Hirakawa is."

“It’s very sad.”

"Teacher Hirakawa, who always thinks of playing tricks on people, should feel sorry."

"But this way, the fun of life is gone."

"Don't take teasing others as fun."

"Ok."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi responded perfunctorily, leaning his chin on the table.

Hisada Masu gave him a final helpless glance, then went back to her work, leaving him with a final word.

"Teacher Hirakawa, you are a bit like a child sometimes."

Well, speaking of it, like a child, is this a compliment on his young mentality?

This is what Tetsufumi Hirakawa thought after hearing this.

Chapter 83: The Overconfident Young Lady, Amamiya Ye Still Wins

Just after lunch break after twelve noon, Hirakawa Tetsuwen, who was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner, received a bad news from Hisada Moshu.

"Teacher Hirakawa, remember there is a meeting at one o'clock."

Hisada Masuki sat down and spoke to him while taking out a lunch box from her backpack.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was about to stand up, suddenly stopped.

He's a little stressed out about "meetings."

"Meeting?" he asked.

"Yes." Hisada Masu nodded affirmatively.

"…What meeting?"

"Teacher meeting."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa is a little bit numb.

"Well, I don't know."

"Mr. Hirakawa just notified me during class." Hisada Masuki chuckled. She also knew that the male teacher in front of her hated meetings the most. "Anyway, come back quickly after lunch and don't be late."

"..."

-

While Tetsufumi Hirakawa went to the cafeteria to eat with a blank expression on his face because of the sudden bad news, the classroom was not peaceful either.

Of course, this unrest only exists between Amemiya Ye and a certain Miss Shinohara.

Just like the calm sea surface, the undercurrent on the seabed hits the reef, and this is the atmosphere hidden beneath the calm.

Amemiya Ye sat in his seat, with his lunch box only taking up the lower half of the table.

On the upper half of the table, Shinohara Shiori was sitting in the front with a dignified and polite smile on her face.

"Amamiya-san, shall we have dinner together today?"

Yu Gongye looked down at his bento box, and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

In fact, she doesn't like being too close to others, but this is an enemy, an enemy that must be defeated.

This is also the request of Mr. Pingchuan.

Amemiya Yo opened the lunch box, revealing the lunch made by her mother. She picked up Kaiko and secretly glanced at Shinohara Shiori opposite her.

She did the same thing, and in the exquisite lunch box was a lunch that at least didn't look cheap.

The two of them followed some unspoken tacit understanding and began to eat their lunch with their heads down, neither of them speaking.

It's like this classic metaphor: the calm before the storm.

However, in Amemiya Ye's mind, she prefers to imagine the current scene as a battle between a challenger - not a brave man, but just a challenger who overestimates his own abilities, and the Demon King.

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The end of the journey, a strange castle, a sky filled with dark clouds, as black as ink.

Lightning split the clouds, illuminating the sky with a deafening sound.

And in the Western-style castle, there is a dim crystal ball and flickering blue and white flames.

On the long European-style table, the challenger and the devil sat opposite each other.

This is a showdown between mortal enemies.

And Amamiya Yoru, she is the devil.

The devil ate his lunch quietly, of course, with a knife and fork, and a glass of red wine, a bloody and enchanting red color.

Amamiya Ye imagined shaking the red wine gently in his hands.

On the other side, there is a young, ignorant and overconfident challenger.

She finally lost her patience.

She felt for the weapon in her hand.

"Amamiya-san."

"Hmm." The Demon King looked down at her with disdain.

"Yesterday..."

Shinohara Shiori ate her meal in a natural manner.

"Because of some things, I also added... Mr. Hirakawa's line."

However, no matter how natural she tried to act, her face still blushed slightly when she said this.

Shinohara Shiori doesn't like to expose her thoughts so nakedly. In comparison, she prefers a kind of hazy, immature beauty, like seeing flowers in the fog.

Like the breeze in early summer, like the reflection in a mirror, like the light and shadow cast on the ground when the sun shines through the treetops.

That's how it feels.

But this is the enemy.

and so……

Shinohara Shiori pretended to be calm and stretched out her left hand, stroked her warm cheek, and gathered her long hair.

"Last night, I disturbed Mr. Pingchuan because of some questions."

The demon lord uttered a soft “hmm,” as if to ask, “And then?”

"..."

Shinohara Shiori forced herself to speak, her voice sounding like she was eager to prove something, yet at the same time she was deliberately hiding something.

"I thought that Mr. Hirakawa would be unhappy because of being interrupted, but... he still answered my questions patiently, and finally said good night."

The girl's willful experiment was just for a simple good night.

Although plain, in the girl's perception, it was like the breeze of a summer night blowing past her ears, her light hair fluttering in the wind and gently brushing her cheeks.

Everything feels light and airy.

However, the Demon King didn't care at all when such words were spoken.

She shook the red wine glass in her left hand, picked up a small piece of meat with a fork in her right hand and put it into her mouth.

"Well, Mr. Hirakawa is a very patient teacher."

"..."

Shinohara Shiori glanced at Amemiya Ye's shaking left hand, then looked at her calm face.

"Ah."

In the first round, there was no obvious effect.

“In fact, there was before that.”

Halfway through lunch, the challenger, who had been planning for a long time, launched a second round of attack.

The demon king looked at her with contempt again.

"What's wrong?"

Shinohara Shiori exhaled the warm air from her mouth, took a deep breath, and smiled.

"In fact, I have forgotten to bring an umbrella before."

"So after school in the afternoon, Mr. Pingchuan took me to the school gate."

Finally, the girl added softly.

"Until the rain stops."

It's still just an ordinary experience, however.

Just like the clear sky after the rain, it is so blue that it is intoxicating, and the air is filled with moist water vapor. Every breath you take can give you a clean smell.

That day, she was hoping that the rain would not stop, and she was still holding the umbrella above her head after the rain stopped. It was the last umbrella to be folded among the pedestrians.

It's "I hope the wind and rain will come and keep you here."

It is also "Even if there is no rain, I will stay here".

In Shinohara Shiori's memory, even the raindrops that merged into the puddles that day had the dreamy colors of a rainbow.

Yet this emotion cannot be conveyed.

Only after she said it out loud, with a blushing face, did Shinohara Shiori realize that perhaps, without the processing of emotions, her plain words could not cause any waves.