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

Chapter 171 Hisada Is Really Cute (Two in One)

What happened to Shiori Shinohara?

The girl really didn't understand her mood.It seems to be inexplicably unhappy, and it seems to be inexplicably better.So, is it really just a matter of saying something?

It looks like this.

Hmm... But since I'm in a good mood, it's fine, so let's just leave it at that.

Tetsubun Hirakawa blinked in confusion, watching Shiori Shinohara's back disappear from sight.

Ignoring the student, after leaving the shoe cabinet, he walked to the office.

I don't know what happened to Mr. Kuta.Although we just met yesterday, meeting at home is different from meeting at work.

Hmm...Actually, I can't say what's different in terms of specifics, it's just a feeling in my heart.But in short, I still look forward to seeing this female teacher in the workplace.

Also, wonder how the teacher will react when he sees him back at work.Will you welcome me?

With a gentle smile, he said something like "Welcome Mr. Hirakawa back".

With pattering footsteps, fantasizing, he kept walking towards the office, and Hirakawa Tetsufumi came to the door of the office.

-

The windows of the office were covered with droplets of different sizes, and the rain outside was blowing obliquely in the wind.

The dim light of the rainy day penetrated through the transparent glass window and sprinkled on a female teacher beside the window.

It was covered by the bright lights on the top.

Moshu Kuta, the young female teacher, was sitting at the desk, holding a pen under the light, and writing with her head down seriously.

The office is very quiet, raindrops, writing, and the rustling of pages turning, and there is no other sound.

In a quiet and bright environment, Hirakawa Tetsufumi stood at the door of the office, looking at Hisada who was still looking down and didn't see him. Inexplicably, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stepped lightly, his heels landed lightly, and then he slowly lowered his toes.Just like that, step by step, he walked to the desk.

Moshu Kuta was still holding a pen in his hand.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi gradually approached.

……

……

The tip of the pen glides smoothly, and black ink gushes out from it, leaving strokes on the white paper, and the strokes are connected to form words.

Words are formed one by one to form sentences.

Kuta Moshu wrote today's to-do list seriously.

Before starting work, it is her work habit to put everything in writing and then complete each item in an orderly manner.

It's completely different from a lazy teacher who thinks of doing something and often procrastinating.

Ok.

After finishing writing, he glanced at the fully arranged schedule, and Moshu Kuta put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction.

"Click", the pen was placed on the table, so that's it -

wrong.

As soon as the pen was put down, an error was discovered immediately.

Kuta Moshu looked at a line of text on the schedule, which read: "Class B's first class in the morning, Class A's second class in the morning."

After thinking about it, she picked up the pen.

Because a certain teacher was sick yesterday, she took up his Chinese class instead of English class, so today's English class should be changed to Chinese class.

Put pen to paper and add a few words at the end of the line.

"Remind Mr. Hirakawa, this is his class."

After writing, the nib of the pen paused on the paper, and his eyes looked at the schedule again. This time it was really good——

While Kuta Moshu was checking whether there were any mistakes or omissions, the office was so quiet that there was only a faint "rustling" sound, next to her ear...

"Ms. Kuta, good morning."

It sounded in my ears suddenly, like a prank, abruptly, without any defense.

"Yu-"

The pen was misplaced, and suddenly drew a black line on the paper.

"..."

"..."

Return to quiet.

Kuta Moshu quietly looked at the lines on the paper, paused for a moment, then raised his face.

Beside her was a familiar male teacher.

"..."

"..."

An atmosphere of silence lingered between the two of them.

It's been a long time.

"...Um, Hisada-sensei, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Under the calm gaze of Hisada Moshu, Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at the black line on the paper in embarrassment, and smiled embarrassingly.

There was no expression on the female teacher's face.

"Mr. Hirakawa, good morning."

The tone of greetings was also very flat, so flat that Hirakawa Tetsuwen could hear a little danger.

The female teacher glanced at the black lines on the paper again, and slowly put down the pen. "Click", the pen dropped to the table, and then continued to look at him who was standing.

There was also a kind smile on his face.

"Teacher Hirakawa, are you here?"

"Yes……"

Hirakawa Zhewen was a little afraid to look directly at this gaze, turned his face away, and took half a step back.

The female teacher continued to ask.

"Why did Mr. Hirakawa suddenly appear beside you?"

"This... probably Mr. Hisata is too serious about his work, so he couldn't hear my footsteps?"

"Is that right?"

"Yes, yes." Hirakawa Zhewen forced a smile.

"No." The gentle female teacher shook her head lightly, "Ms. Hirakawa did it on purpose, right? A prank."

"This..." Received the female teacher's gentle gaze, so she immediately and firmly denied it, "Absolutely not, it wasn't intentional at all, I'm really sorry."

"is it?"

The voice was light and ethereal.

"Ok."

"..."

not good at all.

Hirakawa Tetsubun sensed a certain terrifying aura coming from the young female teacher.

The smile on his face was very gentle.

"Well, in short, welcome back Teacher Hirakawa, I'm glad to see Teacher Hirakawa recovering."

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

The imagined "gentle welcome from the female teacher" did appear, but... this "gentleness" was a bit too "gentle", and he couldn't bear it.

"cough--"

With a dry cough, he stepped back again and again, retreated to his own desk, sat down, and pretended to flip through the documents on the desk.

"Hata-sensei, it's nice to see you again, but now, I'm going to work."

"En." Beside his ear, Kuta Moshu answered.

Hirakawa Tetsubun took out a document seriously and looked at it.

"..."

"..."

However, this kind of pretending work did not last more than half a minute.

Looking sideways, he could always feel a dangerous gaze coming from him.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen glanced aside quietly.

Immediately, she met the calm gaze of the female teacher.

"..."

"..."

Without saying a word, she looked directly at him.

"..."

Under such a quiet gaze, Hirakawa Zhewen finally gave up struggling.

He put down the document in his hand a little stiffly.

Turn around and face the danger.

"Teacher Hirakawa, isn't it time to start working? What's the matter?" asked the source of the danger - Hisata Moshu.

"..."

After a pause, Hirakawa Tetsufumi squeezed out a smile, then quickly lowered his head.

"Hata-sensei, I'm sorry."

"Why is Hirakawa-sensei sorry?"

"I did it on purpose just now, trying to play a prank."

"That's it."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay."

"..."

Listening to the tone clearly has something to do with it.

Hirakawa Zhewen took a deep breath, lowered his head even lower, and spoke at the same time, speaking very fast.

"Ms. Kuta, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be able to help but tease me just because I saw the cute Mr. Kuta. I was wrong. I'm really really sorry. I really deserve death, but anyway, I hope that the magnanimous Mr. Kuta can forgive me for this mistake. -"

"—Stop, Mr. Hirakawa, stop." Hisata Moshu finally called to stop when Hirakawa Tetsufumi was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen.

"Heh—" Hirakawa Zhewen took a deep breath.

A series of words almost suffocated.

He took several deep breaths.

"... Teacher Hirakawa, what is this for?"

"Cough—" Tetsufumi Hirakawa straightened his waist, "I would like to express my deep apologies to Mr. Hisata."

"..."

"Sorry, Hisada-sensei."

"..."

Silent, silent, in Hirakawa Zhewen's sincere eyes, Jiutian Moshu was finally moved.

Or amused.

"Hey."

Covering her mouth, a helpless smile appeared on her face.

"Teacher Hirakawa, you, you."

"Me, me." Hirakawa Tetsufumi repeated.

"..." He stopped laughing again.

Hirakawa continued to apologize: "I'm sorry—"

"——It's fine, it's fine." Hisata Moshu couldn't bear this kind of bombarding apology, "Ms. Hirakawa just needs to know that I'm wrong."

"Well, I knew the gentle Hisada-sensei would forgive me."

"..."

Really helpless, Hisada Moshu sighed.

"Okay, Teacher Hirakawa."

After finishing speaking, the lovely female teacher puffed up her cheeks and stared at him.

"Then will you dare next time?"

"This one……"

Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at Hisata Moki's swollen cheeks, pondered seriously for a moment, and then answered with sincere eyes.

"Because Hisada-sensei is so cute, I can't help it anymore, so I can't guarantee whether I will do it next time."

"..."

Kuta Moshu stared at him viciously instead.

Hirakawa Zhewen laughed immediately: "Okay, okay, I won't do it next time."

"..."

As soon as I heard it, I knew that the teacher's assurance was absolutely false, but after exhaustedly scratching the strands of hair with his fingers, Kuta Moshu still spoke.

"...Okay, I forgive Hirakawa-sensei."

"Well, thank you Hisada-sensei."

"..."

-

In short, with this sentence finally falling, this matter came to an end.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at Hisada Moki who had regained his usual gentle look, and smiled.

"Well, Mr. Kuta, I have a heartfelt request."

Kuta Moshu gave him a wary look.

"What does Mr. Hirakawa want to do?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, just—" Hirakawa Zhewen asked seriously, "That's right, today is my first day back to school, can Mr. Hisata welcome me gently?"

"...Huh?" Kuta Moshu didn't understand, "Why?"

"Because it's the first day of recovery from illness, Hisada-sensei welcomes me back, isn't it normal?"

"But didn't you just meet Mr. Hirakawa last night...do you need to welcome him specially?"

"Of course, I have been looking forward to it for a long time on the way to the office." Hirakawa Zhewen said with expectant eyes.

"..." Kuta Moshu curled the ends of his curly hair with his fingers, "Then I already welcomed you just now, right?"

"It's not the same." Hirakawa Tetsufumi shook his head, "It's completely different, Mr. Hisada's welcome just now is not right."

"..." Moshu Kuta was still troubled, but under Hirakawa Tetsuwen's pleading eyes, he still nodded hesitantly, "Then, okay... okay."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at Moshu Hisada.

Kuta Moshu put down the hands that curled his hair, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Anyway, welcome, Teacher Hirakawa."

Under the bright light, the young female teacher's eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension, as well as a somewhat commercial and forced smile on her face, coupled with a gentle voice in her mouth——

Cute, very cute.

Sure enough, the gentle welcome from the gentle female teacher was really——

"awesome."

Hirakawa Tetsubun gave a serious thumbs up and gave his highest praise.

"Ms. Hisata is indeed the cutest female teacher in the world."

"..."

The expression on the female teacher's face suddenly became extremely troubled.

Tetsubun Hirakawa continued to speak boldly: "With Mr. Hisada's welcome, let alone the illness is cured, even if the illness is not cured, I can go straight to work."

"..."

I really don't know what to say.

However, after hearing what Hirakawa Tetsuwen said, Hisada Moshu still remembered one thing.

She stopped being troubled, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Is what Mr. Hirakawa said true?"

Hirakawa Tetsubun swore: "Of course—"

Before he finished speaking, Kuta Moshu smiled.

"Then Mr. Pingchuan, you have to remember, because you didn't come yesterday, I took up your Chinese class, so today, the first period of class B and the second period of English class of class A are all Chinese lessons of Mr. Pingchuan. class."

"..." The expression on Hirakawa Zhewen's face disappeared in a few words.

But it wasn't over yet, the cruel voice continued to sound.

"If I remember correctly, originally, the third and fourth classes were Mr. Hirakawa's Chinese class, that is to say—"

"..."

"This morning is all Teacher Pingchuan's class. Also, yesterday, I sent out a document, and I have put it on Teacher Pingchuan's desktop. Teacher Pingchuan wants to take a look."

Hirakawa Zhewen was completely numb.

Sure enough, gentleness was an illusion, and the female teacher did not forgive him at all.

"Teacher Hirakawa, your work is not finished yet, so keep working hard."

Glancing at the female teacher who was cheering for him like this, Tetsubun Hirakawa turned around without saying a word.

He looked for the papers on the desk.

As a result, before I picked it up to look at it, I heard a faint laughter.

The laughter didn't come from the side, but from——

He raised his head and saw opposite him, teacher Beishan who loved to watch the excitement was lying on the table at the moment, her face was buried in her own arms, her body was trembling, and she was smiling very happily.

"..."

Although she is a senior, Hirakawa Zhewen still stares at her at this moment.

"Senior Beishan, what are you doing?"

Beishan did not raise his face and continued to bury it, but raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up.

He said with a smile.

"Hirakawa, Kuta, you guys are so fun."

"..."

Both Hirakawa Tetsubun and Hisada Moki were speechless.

Then, still laughing.

"Also, Hirakawa, you're right, Hisada is really cute."

"..."

(End of this chapter)