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

Chapter 169

"Tick tock."

This is the sound of rain.

On June [-]th, Tuesday, Hirakawa Tetsufumi went to school for the first time after returning from Kyoto. What greeted him was the rain in Tokyo.

Anyway, the rainy season is really annoying.

Opening the umbrella, walking out of the tram stop, and walking in the space separated by the umbrella, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked slowly to Moritani.

The scenery along the way, and the figures around him who were either going to work or to school, gave him a feeling that he had been away for a long time.

It's been a long time, and it's the first time I went to school after five days.

Even when he arrived at the gate of Moriya and looked at the school gate of Moriya in the rain, he felt a strange sense of strangeness.

——Maybe it’s because he just recovered from a serious illness.In short, when I just recovered from illness, all the senses of the body became a little strange.

why?

Hirakawa Tetsufumi made idle guesses.

Maybe it's because... the senses become dull when you are sick, and clear after the illness, and you get a new experience in contrast.So even the familiar scenery will bring a sense of strangeness.

Maybe?
It doesn't matter if it's not right.

Randomly guessing such insignificant things, Hirakawa Tetsufumi walked into Moritani's school gate.

Beside her was a female high school student walking with an umbrella, swaying her youthful skirt, and even rainy days could not hide the vitality of the high school students.

However, not all female high school students can be so energetic.

There are not a few people who walk quietly, and there are also those who give people a sad feeling of "going to school is so annoying" just by looking at their figures.

There are also those who have a straight figure that looks like a noble young lady.

——Oh, it’s not like, this is Missy.

Just a few steps away, Hirakawa Tetsuwen stepped forward.

"Student Shinohara."

"..."

The girl stopped walking, raised her umbrella, and looked this way.

A delicate but expressionless face appeared in front of her eyes, until his figure came into her eyes, there was no look of surprise.

"Teacher Hirakawa?"

It was as if something was on his mind accidentally, and it took several seconds for the surprised look to disappear. The girl came to her senses and said hello to him.

"Good morning."

"Is Shinohara-san thinking about something?"

"……nothing."

Shinohara Shiori withdrew her upturned gaze and lowered her umbrella.

Hirakawa Zhewen didn't care if he really had something on his mind, he just asked casually.

"That's it, so you plan to go to the playing department now?"

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

The raindrops falling from the edge of the umbrella form a rain curtain, separating the two, and a silent silence is born under the two umbrellas.

The sound of rain, the sound of footsteps.

Tetsubun Hirakawa glanced at the girl who was completely blocked by the umbrella in surprise.

"Xiaoyuan-san, why don't you ask about the performance department?"

Logically speaking, since he had brought up this topic at this time, the girl should have asked, but in the end she didn't.

"...Ms. Hirakawa is in good health, so you are thinking about the performance department?"

"Of course, I'm a dedicated teacher."

"..."

Shiori Shinohara stared at the raindrops falling in front of her, but said nothing.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi said to himself: "Also, didn't Shinohara-san say that he would supervise me to perform the duties of the performance department?"

"..."

"what happened?"

"..."

Shiori Shinohara held an umbrella, silent in the sound of rain surrounding her.

The wind section, and the wind section.

No matter what, the only thing that can be brought up when seeing her is the performance department.

She bit her lower lip lightly.

This is the distance she keeps, always the distance of an ordinary student.

There is indeed no risk at all in this way, and Mr. Hirakawa will not have any doubts about it.

But, in the same way, in the eyes of this teacher, she is just an ordinary student, no matter what, she will be the same after graduation, and she will never have any ideas that meet her expectations.

But she is not reconciled to this.

It was the first time that a girl's mind had an object of sustenance, and it ended up dying in silence like this. This kind of thing is absolutely unnecessary.

What she wants is a step closer, what she wants is his daily life that can be touched, instead of just being a student, hovering outside his daily life and becoming a part of his work.

That's right, after all, for so long, the affairs between her and him were all about "work".

She only existed on the outermost side of the teacher's life circle, using her status as a student and the affairs of the performance department to maintain the only slight contact left.

Also, no more.

Take away the responsibilities of the job and there is nothing left.

The umbrella in the rainy day and the journey of the night are just bubbles in her fantasy filter, which can be broken with a poke.Once exposed, it can be found that the distance between him and her is quite far.

So far away that she never entered his daily life.Outside of work, she knew nothing about him.

What Shinohara Shiori expected was definitely not like this, and it definitely did not only exist in the affairs of the performance department.

She wants to get closer, wants to touch his daily life.

She made up her mind.

-

Hirakawa Zhewen heard that the girl took a deep breath amidst the sound of dripping rain.

The umbrella is raised again.

Gray clouds, the gloomy sky that cuts off the sun, under the umbrella, the faint light illuminates the young lady's delicate face without any modification, and it comes into view.

The girl's pleasant voice, mixed with water vapor, reached the ears.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen was stunned for a moment, and looked at the girl next to him who suddenly looked directly at him, not knowing what to do.

"……What's wrong?"

Shinohara Shiori's eyes were full of seriousness and some kind of incomprehensible expectation.

"I don't want to discuss the performance department with Hirakawa-sensei right now."

"...Huh? Why?"

"No reason." The girl replied willfully.

"Not happy?"

"possible."

"possible?"

"Ah."

"This……"

Hirakawa Tetsuwen was a little confused.

He stared at the eldest lady who suddenly became self-willed, blinking his eyes puzzled.

"If, Shinohara-san is in a bad mood because something bad happened to you, you can talk to the teacher. As a class teacher, solving students' troubles is also one of my responsibilities."

"Shiori doesn't want to say either."

"...Okay." Now Hirakawa Tetsufumi couldn't think of a solution, "Then what does Shinohara-san want to do?"

"Anything is fine." The wayward young lady replied still waywardly.

"Anything is fine?"

"Well, anything is fine."

"..." Hirakawa Zhewen was stumped.

In many cases, the requirements that represent the meaning of "casual" are often the most difficult to meet.

I have no idea what this girl is thinking.

Just like that, under the embarrassing gaze of the teacher beside him, Shinohara Shiori just watched quietly, through the rain curtain and diffused water vapor, projecting a certain emotional gaze into his eyes.

At the same time, she remembered a waka, a waka that she had seen in the "Ancient and Modern Waka Collection":

The sound of birds in the deep mountains is absolute,
Simu Jun's heart is deeply locked,
But I hope you know me.

"May you know me." She thought as she held the hem of the plaid skirt with her fingers.

(End of this chapter)