I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

As if trying to make up for the lack of care in daily life, in this tea room, the care from the mother can fill this empty tea room.

But here’s the weird part.

This kind of care only exists in this tea room. When half an hour passed, everything returned to normal.

So this wasn't caring, still, it was the superficial etiquette her mother was keen to follow.

It was like a play she was performing for herself, allowing her to immerse herself in the identity of "mother".

When the play was over, her part as "mother" was complete.

And Shinohara Shiori is another actor who acts with her.

"How's the wind band going?"

“There are some problems.”

"I see. What about Mr. Hirakawa? He is not only Shiori's homeroom teacher, but also the instructor of the wind band, right? But I seem to have heard that he doesn't really manage the affairs of the wind band."

"...Yes. The midterm exam is coming up soon, and Mr. Hirakawa is busy with other matters."

"Well... if Mr. Hirakawa is so busy, do we need to change the instructor of the wind band? After all, I still want to see you, Shiori, standing on the stage of the national competition. It would be nice to change to a professional music teacher."

"...Shiori thinks Mr. Hirakawa has done a great job and doesn't need to be replaced."

"It's all fine, Shiori, as long as you're satisfied."

"..."

"..."

The faint voice was like mist floating on hot tea, floating in this simply furnished tea room for a few moments before slowly dissipating.

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

When Shen Changqing walked on the street and met someone he knew, they would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no extra expression on anyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an institution that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, of course it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone’s hands are stained with blood.

When a person becomes accustomed to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When Shen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Division is very large.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts out as a demon slayer at the lowest level.

Then he will be promoted step by step and eventually hope to become a garrison commander.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was an apprentice demon hunter in the Demon Suppression Division, and also the lowest level demon hunter.

Possessing memories of a predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Different from other solemn and murderous places in the Demon Suppression Division, this attic seemed to stand out among the crowd of chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open and people occasionally went in and out.

Shen Changqing hesitated for just a moment before stepping in.

Access to the attic.

The environment changed suddenly.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood wafted towards him, causing him to frown instinctively, but then quickly relaxed.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau is almost impossible to wash away.

Chapter 104 Miss Shinohara wants to keep her distance

Is this Mr. Hirakawa?

Half an hour later, Shinohara Shiori walked out of the tea room, walked under the Japanese-style eaves, and looked at the clear sky, a little absent-minded.

In my memory, the figure of the male teacher who gently said, "We agreed that I will convey your wishes to you if you failed to do so," appeared again.

In fact, the scene of that day has been reproduced and replayed in her memory countless times.

Because that was the first time, the first time she had successfully made her mother comply with her wishes.

From then on, everything about that day, the scene in the reception room, and the figure of a certain teacher, can never be forgotten.

"..."

But what's the use?

Shinohara Shiori withdrew her gaze from the sky, returned to her own room, walked in, and sat down at the desk.

On the table, the bright "Lolita" seems a little dazzling.

Last week, Mr. Hirakawa pointed to this book and said those words.

"Submitting to the will of others and taking advantage of the unequal relationship to gain the advantage of the weaker party, this kind of emotion is abnormal no matter how you look at it."

"At the end of the story, 'I' was no exception and ended up perishing."

“There is no doubt that the content of the book is a critique of that situation.”

"..."

The teacher obviously realized something, but of course, Shinohara Shiori knew that he was just guessing.

But the content of these words undoubtedly reveals the teacher's attitude.

"Abnormal love is not okay."

The subtext sounded all too obvious to her ears.

What else can she do?

Shiori Shinohara opened "Lolita", turned to the bookmark, took out the bookmark and put it aside.

Her attitude of rejection was obvious, and she also thought that she should stop.

And if you calm down and think about it carefully, this kind of emotion of hers is really not okay, right? She was really too absurd to follow him last week just because of a little trouble.

So, please stop your messy thoughts, say goodbye to your distorted emotions, and keep a distance from that teacher.

Well...actually, when her mother mentioned changing the instructor just now, she was indeed moved.

If we keep our distance, it would be a good idea to replace Mr. Hirakawa. And if that lazy teacher heard the news, he might even cheer, “Ah—that’s great, I don’t have to manage the orchestra anymore.”

Imagining the possible reaction of Mr. Hirakawa, Shinohara Shiori's mouth suddenly raised a little.

But it is fleeting, like the vapor on a teacup.

Forget it.

Just read a book.

-

It was Monday of a new week and the weather was not bright in the morning.

After putting on Moritani's uniform, shirt, and plaid skirt, Shinohara Shiori got in her own car and headed to school.

Not long after arriving at the school and entering the campus, Shinohara Shiori saw a male teacher walking slowly and exceptionally conspicuously not far in front of her among a crowd of female high school students.

In the past, Shinohara Shiori would have hurried over to say hello. But now, after taking a few glances, she forced herself to ignore it.

She knew she had to keep her distance.

However, having said that, but... isn't this teacher really walking a little too slowly?

Not long after, Shinohara Shiori deliberately slowed down her pace and her face froze as she watched the distance between her and him getting closer and closer.

Shinohara Shiori had already slowed down her pace, but the distance between them was still getting closer.

"This teacher is too lazy when working. Such a teacher who is not active at work should be fired."

Shinohara Shiori, the bad-tempered eldest daughter of the private chairman Moritani's family, suddenly became dissatisfied with the slow pace of Hirakawa Tetsufumi.

She stared at his leisurely steps, and was already considering whether to find a random reason to fire this teacher.

The worst that can happen is just liquidated damages, such a small matter is easy to deal with.

However, before she could reach a conclusion, Shinohara Shiori, who was walking in a trance, finally got closer and closer to the teacher without deliberately controlling her steps.

Finally, at a gentle bend on the campus, Tetsufumi Hirakawa spotted Shinohara Shiori not far behind him.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa paused and stopped.

He looked at the girl, she seemed distracted, so she couldn't see him?

"Shinohara-san?"

When the girl arrived in front of him and was about to walk past him, Tetsufumi Hirakawa called her.

"..."

The girl was obviously stunned for a moment, then raised her head and looked at him.

And after seeing him, I was slightly dazed.

Afterwards, there was a subtle change in the young lady's expression.

Then quickly adjusted back.

"Good morning, Mr. Hirakawa."

Shinohara Shiori had to say hello to Tetsufumi Hirakawa in front of her.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi smiled and said, "Well, Shinohara-san, good morning."

After greeting, Tetsufumi Hirakawa turned around and walked slowly towards the teaching building again.

"..."

Shinohara Shiori hesitated slightly, then followed one step behind Hirakawa Tetsufumi.

If you try too hard to stay away, people might guess something.

Just like that, even though I was clearly resisting, it somehow became my daily routine again.

After walking a few steps, Tetsufumi Hirakawa asked curiously, looking casual and idle.

"Shinohara-san, what were you thinking about just now?"

'I'm thinking about firing you.'

——These were the first words that came to Shiori Shinohara’s mind.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she looked at the figure of the teacher in front of her: "Nothing."

"Eh...I see." Hirakawa Tetsufumi answered in a tone as lazy as his footsteps.

It's like I haven't woken up yet.

Um, not awake yet?

Only then did Shinohara Shiori carefully look at the profile of the teacher in front of her.

Her face wasn't haggard yet, but if you looked closely, you could indeed see some dark circles under her eyes.