I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

Chapter 139 A Trip to Kyoto ([-]) - Hirakawa Tetsufumi Is Not a Pervert

Yushan Women's High School, the roof of the teaching building.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi stood by the door leading to the roof, and in front of him, beside the fence of the roof, was a female student wearing a black and white sailor suit.

She held the oboe in one hand, and tightly pinched the collar of her dress with the other, with a guarded expression on her face and an unkind tone in her mouth.

"Why is there a male here in the girls' school? Is it a pervert who has a special sexual fetish for jk? Should I call the police?"

"..."

"Huh? If you don't speak, you admit that you are a pervert, right? Tsk, it seems—"

"—stop, stop, stop."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen, who had just reacted from the girl's words, had no choice but to stop her self-contained speech.

"What? Are you going to make an excuse?"

"...This classmate obviously misunderstood something."

"Misunderstanding? You are sneaking and peeping behind the door alone. If I didn't find out, how long are you going to peep?"

When he said this, the student suddenly frowned, showing a look of extreme disgust.

"Hello? You're not looking at my back and secretly thinking about something, are you? Violating me in your mind to satisfy the pervert's evil taste, huh—"

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen's face changed when he was told, and he quickly explained.

"First of all, I'm not a pervert and I'm not peeping. I just heard the sound of musical instruments so I came to take a look. I stood behind the door because I was afraid that I would go in suddenly and disturb your performance. As for the messy thoughts you said, it's even more nonsense."

"is it?"

"...Obviously yes, you are thinking too much."

Due to his identity as a teacher and the fact that the other party is still a student, and this is someone else's territory, Hirakawa Tetsubun couldn't use too harsh words, and even smiled when he spoke-although he could feel that the smile was probably a bit stiff Ugly.

In fact, in his heart, he really wanted to complain——

Hey, what is this?
For some reason, they put hats like voyeurs and perverts on the people they met for the first time. Is it actually like this for the students of Yushan High School?

And, during the conversation, her hand had been in front of her own neckline throughout the conversation, and it still is.

"A strange male appeared in the girls' school and was peeping. If it's not a pervert, what is it?"

"...I don't want to clarify anymore, I'm not peeping, I'm not a pervert, I'm a teacher."

"Teacher? I haven't seen you."

"Because I'm a teacher from a foreign school, and I'm here to visit Yushan Music Department today."

"How to prove it? What about the teacher's uniform and the teacher's card?" The girl's suspicious gaze remained unchanged.

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen is a little tired, why does he have to explain to a student that he is not a pervert...

"...an unofficial visit in a private capacity, without uniform or teacher badge."

However, she didn't seem to listen to his explanation at all, and decided that he was a pervert.

There was a little sarcasm in the corner of her mouth.

"There are so many excuses. If you can't prove your identity, I can only call the teacher."

"..."

I have to say that Hirakawa Tetsuwen was ridiculed. Also, if the student made up his mind to think so, and after calling the teacher, continued to add embellishment and say something like "he peeped at the female student", then even if he could explain clearly It's a bit embarrassing.

Thinking of this, even though he really didn't want to spend more time explaining, he still forced himself to speak.

"Looking at the oboe in your hand, it should be a student of the playing department, right? You can ask your instructor about this kind of thing-don't add anything."

"..."

The student in front of him looked him up and down.

"you sure?"

"determine."

"You said that you are a teacher from another school, and you came to visit our playing department?"

"Yes."

"Are you also the teacher of the flute department?"

"Yes—well, I think the interrogation game is almost over."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen's patience also has a limit. He felt that he could explain calmly for so long is already a teacher's accomplishment.

Being able to label someone as a pervert at the first meeting, it is obvious that this female student has a bad personality.

"last question."

The girl looked straight into his eyes, as if trying to see through him.

"Since you are the instructor of the performance department, you also said that you were not peeping just now, but you were afraid of disturbing my performance, so what is the title of the song I played just now?"

"..."

"If it's really the instructor of the wind performance department, wouldn't you not know it? One of the five project songs this year."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen remained silent for a while, and then explained, his voice became a little softer.

"My situation is rather special."

As soon as the words fell, it was as if she had heard some joke. The corner of the girl's mouth showed a faint smile, and the disdain in her eyes was not concealed at all.

"I was almost fooled by you, but sure enough, it's not enough when it comes to professional knowledge. If you want to pretend, you should at least do the basic preparations, right?"

Afterwards, her hand finally let go of the collar of her dress and stroked her chin.

"A pervert is a pervert. After thinking about the problem from the lower body, I don't even have time to think about the excuses after being discovered. When I hear the name of the girls' school, I can't wait to try my best to sneak in. I have seen this kind of person a lot."

After talking to herself, she raised her oboe to Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

"Surrender yourself or I'll call the police, choose for yourself."

"..."

To the girl who didn't listen to the explanation at all, Tetsufumi Hirakawa had nothing to say.

"--what ever."

After uttering these two words, he turned around and prepared to leave.

A student who looks quite well-behaved, but his personality is so bad that he can be subjectively convicted without any evidence.

It is really……

While thinking in his heart, he opened the door to the roof, and as soon as he stepped in, a shout sounded in his ear—it wasn't from the female student behind him.

The sound came from inside the teaching building, on the stairs.

"Teacher Hirakawa, why did you come here?"

It's Ogasa Suzuki.

She stopped on the stairs a little below him, looking at him troubled.

"If I hadn't asked the students, I wouldn't have been able to find you."

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen glanced back at the girl, she must have heard the "Teacher Hirakawa", and now her expression became a little subtle.

Leave her alone.

Completely walked into the stairs and walked towards Ogasa Suzuki.

"Isn't Teacher Xiaoli talking to Teacher Zaoliang? I just wanted to visit Yushan first, and came here before I knew it."

"Is that so... Has Hirakawa-sensei finished visiting the performance department here?"

"Well, the visit is over, they should be doing individual free practice today, right? I have to say that the students are very self-conscious, and the students I saw are all training very seriously."

"That's right, I discussed this with Zao Liang just now, and asked her how she did it."

"Is there an answer to that?"

"Saoliang said that if she wants to win the national gold medal, it's only natural for her to do this..." Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Suzuki Ogasa's expression and voice were troubled.

"..."

Take it for granted...

Hirakawa Zhewen was a little speechless.

　py a book, "I Raised Racehorses in Tokyo", there is a direct link below.

　　Reborn Hokkaido became a rancher.

　　But Haoyi never thought that he would be in debt because of a horse race just after graduation.

　　Fortunately, this horse is called the Golden Ship.

　　And his debut racehorse is the future hall-level racehorse, the golden master.

　　Since then, Haoyi has become a dedicated jockey for various problem horses.

　　Raise a gust of wind in this utterly boring world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)