Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

"Um!??"

Chapter 138 Why do I feel a little empty for no reason?

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the strange yet somewhat familiar ceiling of the conference room. Saburo Uozuka's pupils contracted back and forth several times before he came to his senses and subconsciously touched his shoulder.

Of course, there was nothing.

The temperature, shape, and wrinkles were exactly the same as before he went to sleep. There was not even the slightest sign of someone patting it, which made him gradually regain consciousness.

"...How did he actually fall asleep..."

He scratched his scalp and stretched himself, and at this moment, Uozuka Saburo felt a sense of comfort all over his body. The drowsiness that had come over the past few days was swept away, without even a trace left.

Looking up, I saw that the clock had already pointed to half past six. The originally bright sky was dyed red by the blood-like sunset, mixed with the early rising moon, opening the curtain of night.

"I only slept for... a whopping five hours!?"

I opened my phone with a look of shock, repeatedly confirming that I had actually slept from noon to dark, and couldn't help but sigh in my heart:

This Tresen College treats its employees so badly!

"Forget it... Anyway, my current mission is to rest, and no one will bother me... Huh~"

He yawned, stood up and walked to the bed, looking out the window at the outer wall that had been built almost exactly like a normal battle bunker, as well as the teachers and horse girls who were constantly moving back and forth on the "wall", firing at something outside with air guns.

Uozuka Saburo just felt that this reality was even more outrageous than the dreams he had ever had.

"Ok?"

His nose twitched slightly as a sweet scent wafted from behind him, causing him to unconsciously turn around and walk to the wooden door that Akikawa Yayoi had left through.

There, on a small grid protruding from the outside to the inside, a plate of warm curry rice covered with plastic wrap and a green sticky note with a small portrait drawn on it were neatly placed.

[This is the curry rice I made myself. I hope it suits your taste. ————Shun Kawakami]

goooo~

“…I’m welcome.”

He lifted the plastic wrap, picked up a disposable rice spoon and scooped a spoonful of food into his mouth, and the black-haired handsome guy's dead fish eyes suddenly lit up!

Delicious! Better than those in the cafeteria in the central area!!

It's just beef and potato curry rice, but how did it manage to taste so fantastic?!

It can be said that she is worthy of being the hidden boss of Tresen Academy, the chairman's secretary, Tsuna Shunkawa... Not only does she have maxed out skills in handling official business and first aid bandaging, she is even proficient in skills such as cooking, which are not usually mastered by working women.

Could it be that she was actually a special undercover agent trained by the FBI or CIA to be a versatile housewife?!

...Well, just kidding.

Because he had an inexplicable good night's sleep, Uozuka Saburo was in a happy and cheerful mood. He quickly finished a standard-sized cafeteria meal, casually wrapped the plate in a garbage bag and put it aside, then subconsciously began to think about the current situation.

Although the dust has not completely settled, looking at the strange scene outside, I believe that there will be a complete result after tonight at the latest.

And with Akikawa Yayoi's guarantee, this result shouldn't be a big problem - at most it would be a demerit, and it would definitely not escalate to an irreversible level such as forced resignation.

For him, this is the same as no punishment.

In addition, the report to the organization has been completed. Apart from waiting for someone to re-evaluate the hidden strength of Tresen Academy after the grand "Fortnite" offensive and defensive battle is over, there is nothing else to worry about.

"Oh no, there's this weird thing."

He put his hand in his pocket and took out the old alarm clock that still had no use for. Thinking of the box he had hidden in the dormitory, Uozuka Saburo sighed lightly and put it back into his pocket.

Forget it, I'd better stay here quietly and wait until I'm released.

...But after checking carefully, from now until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he is actually on a rare vacation!?

All the tasks at hand have been completed, and some of the things to be done are not so urgent. Even a few tasks that can be remotely controlled by mobile phones can be left to the executors to solve themselves.

Really, there is not even one thing he needs to do!!

Staring blankly at the night sky outside the window, Uozuka Saburo realized that it had been a long time since he had been able to be so relaxed and dazed without any urgent matters in his mind.

...Why do I feel a little empty for no reason?

I don’t know how my brother is doing now. Is he as leisurely as me... Oh, that’s not right.

Without my assistance, Big Brother now has to run all the missions alone... I guess he'll be working non-stop from morning till night, sleeping only eight hours in five days...

“…No! We can’t keep relaxing like this!!”

Sitting up quickly from the sofa, Saburo Uozuka's face was full of fighting spirit. He thought with full energy as if he had been fed a big bowl of chicken soup: Even my eldest brother is still working, what reason do I have to slack off!

Now let’s re-remember the list of senior personnel related to Tresen Academy and draw up a more detailed approach plan!!!

Boom, boom.

"......Um?"

Just as Uozuka Saburo was about to slide his phone to enter the hidden background interface, there were two slight knocks on the wooden door three meters away, which made him instantly retract his fingers and look over there vigilantly.

The location where the sound was struck... was about 1.4 to 1.5 meters above the ground.

The speed was slow, not urgent, and seemed to be a little hesitant.

...It shouldn't be the chairman, or Secretary Junchuan who is wearing high heels.

Could it be that... a horsegirl under the influence of the potion sneaked into the administration building and found him?!

This is not good...

After quickly scanning the interior of the conference room, the black-haired handsome guy stood up and walked forward. He picked up a vertical copper lamppost, weighed it twice in his hand, nodded, and quietly moved it next to the door.

Hmm...even though there's a thick wooden door between us, I can already hear the panting outside.

There was no hurried or slow breathing, and no rapid panting like those poisoned horse girls, but one could faintly hear some uneasiness coming from within... Who was this?

"...Teacher, are you here?"

"...?"

Chapter 139 I Want to Be the Teacher's Only One (Updated Wednesday This Week)

"Suzuka? Is that you?"

"Um...it's me, Sensei."

Hearing the response from inside the door, Suzuka, who had her hands clasped tightly against her chest, felt her heart tighten. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but speak out of worry: "Are you...are you okay? I mean...are you not hurt?"

"...Yeah, no injuries."

Hearing the sincerity in Suzuka's tone, Uozuka Saburo quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He gently set aside the copper lamppost he was clutching, turned around and sat on the chairs on both sides of the gate. He said, "How did you know I was here? Chairman Akikawa left me a message saying that she only told Secretary Shunkawa my information and didn't tell anyone else."

"Well......"

The horse girl outside the door fell silent, and Uozuka Saburo immediately realized that she probably didn't know about this through any formal channels. He couldn't help but sigh softly and said patiently, "It's okay. If it's inconvenient to talk about it, forget it. I just need to ask you a question: You just came here alone, so no one else noticed, right?"

"Hmm... The teacher's location information must be kept strictly confidential. I heard the chairman tell Secretary Junchuan so, so I didn't tell anyone else and kept it to myself..."

"Is that so? That's fine. I won't blame you."

"Teacher...I, I..."

"..."

Listening to the hesitant voice outside the door, as if there was something stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything, Uozuka Saburo sighed again, looked up at the ceiling and took the initiative to speak: "Suzuka, I think I know what you want to say?"

"...?!"

"You want to confess to me that the potion made by that guy Souzi and mistakenly poured into me by the teahouse is related to you, right?"

"!!!......Hi......"

This was not something difficult to guess. In fact, if the group of horse girls chasing him had not been so powerful that left Uozuka Saburo no time to think about it, he should have thought of the connection between Silent Suzuka and Airi Hayako's potion-making.

After all, this hint is too obvious, isn't it?

The breath outside the door felt weaker, and the voice had also changed from standing height to squatting height. Uozuka Saburo, who had been with Silent Suzuka for such a long time, guessed her thoughts. Without saying anything, he got up from his seat, sat down against the wooden door, and said with his back to her:

"Don't worry, I just told you, didn't I? Teacher, I won't blame you. The root of this matter lies entirely with that unscrupulous nerd, Alice. She bears the main responsibility 100%. At most, there's the Manchester City Tea House who mixed some potion into my coffee. You, who may have just made a request, have nothing to do with it..."

“No, not that kind of teacher!!!”

"..."

"It's my fault, it's all my fault..."

Crouching in front of the door, Silent Suzuka covered her face with her hands, trying her best to stop herself from crying and said, "Hasuko-senpai and Chazuo-senpai are not the culprits. They didn't want to make this potion at all in the beginning. I forced them to do it..."

"...What specific requests did you make to them at that time?"

"...I told them that I wanted a potion that could inspire that aspect of the teacher..."

Her cheeks flushed, her voice a mixture of tears and shyness, but Silent Suzuka still firmly repeated what she had said at that time: "I want the teacher to not take his eyes away from me, I want the teacher to only look at me... I want me to be the teacher's only one..."

"......suck----"

He took a deep breath, and faced with these words that were almost equivalent to a confession, even someone as strong as Uozuka Saburo could not help but fall silent.

————Of course, this silence is not like the novice male protagonist in some pure love comics who is at a loss when faced with the girl’s passionate expression of true feelings, but simply needs time to think about the overall situation and weigh the pros and cons.

After all, he is not the kind of comic book hero who knows nothing and can still maintain the "pure and flawless" mentality of an elementary school boy even in his twenties or thirties. Instead, he is a 35-year-old criminal uncle who is dyed pure black from head to toe, from the outside to the inside.

A sweet and sour youth campus love comedy? Impossible.

He lost the qualifications to act in this kind of drama twenty years ago.

But the problem now is...even if he doesn't want to encounter such a thing from the bottom of his heart, and wants to just deal with it casually and let the other party give up, the mission he is responsible for will not allow him to do so.

News reports of teachers causing students to develop romantic feelings, or even become completely devoted, are bad enough. It's even worse when teachers reject students' advances and cause them to jump off a building, or even take more extreme actions...

It hadn't even been twelve hours since he'd been nearly killed by a horse in the basement! He didn't want a veteran cadre like him to die in such a ridiculous way that would make even the most insane woman in the organization die of laughter!

So...for him now, what is the most suitable way to have the best of both worlds?

The handsome young man with shaggy hair silently pulled out his phone and quickly flipped through an e-book he had almost forgotten about, which he had downloaded from the organization's intranet just to be prepared. He gently opened it and turned to the first page, where a line of text was written:

On How to Become a Scumbag

Author: Vermouth.

"...Ahem."

With great reluctance, he spent five seconds skimming over the outline of the first chapter. Uozuka Saburo cleared his throat and spoke in the gentlest tone he could muster: "Can you tell me why you think this, Suzuka? Why do you want to be my only one?"

"? Because, because of me!"

"No, I don't want the answer you gave out of guilt, admiration, and affection. I want to hear your true thoughts."

Placing his hand against the wooden door, as if conveying his feelings to the silent Suzuka through the door, Uozuka Saburo said gently and seriously: "Put aside your self-blame, put aside your cowardice, put aside your longings and dreams, face your true heart, and tell me the answer it reveals - what do you want to be my only one?"

"..."

Chapter 140: I Admit It! (Updated!)

“…From the time I started school at the age of five, I was told to run well, to come first, and not to think about anything else.”

"I agree with this idea because I love running, especially when I'm ahead of everyone else and see the beautiful scenery without anyone looking back."

"But I don't know when it started... I realized I wasn't always the fastest runner."

"Speed, strength, perseverance, skills, there will always be other horse girls who are stronger than me and can run ahead of me..."

"It's actually nothing. On the contrary, it fuels my fighting spirit and makes me want to surpass my current self and reach a higher level. However, others don't seem to think so..."

"That teacher you kicked out wasn't the first person to ask me to change my running style and give up the escape horse and try to use tactics and calculations to win. As early as last year when I first enrolled, many trainers who wanted to sign me had already made this suggestion...but I refused them all."

"So, when I asked you in the cafeteria if you could be my trainer, I was actually just looking for a contract trainer who might be less stubborn and allow me to run wild once or twice. It was just a compromise with the helpless reality—but in the end, you gave me an even bigger surprise."

Leaning against the wooden door, Suzuka paused for a moment, her story unspoken. An alluring smile crossed her face, as if recalling some beautiful memory. "Do you know? Compared to the time you risked the condemnation of society to protect me, the moment you slumped down on the atrium bench and told me, 'It's okay, just run the way you want,' was when my heart truly fell. Besides you, there will never be another person in this world who can be my trainer, who can run with me. I firmly believe that."