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

Chapter 183 The night before, the night is dark

Although the answer seems to have been found, it is a pity that things have not moved forward.

The very important reason is——

According to the questioning at the exit of the station, and Jingdu's refusal to go to school with him in the morning, it can be barely guessed that the elder sister seems to be unwilling to let him get too close to his sister.

Obviously this sister-in-law is a little twisted...

So trying to show favor by approaching Suzuki Ogasa may backfire.

Second, another reason is——

Tetsufumi Hirakawa had no way of contacting Saiko Ogasa at all.

It's impossible to pass Xiaoli Suzuki, because she also specifically told her sister not to tell this kind of thing, which completely blocked the matter.

You can't just wait at the door of the supermarket foolishly every day, can you?

It feels like waiting for a rabbit.

Moreover, Hirakawa Tetsufumi didn't have time either. The national competition was about to be held, and he had to stay in the performance department until seven o'clock every day. In addition, it was actually more than a month before the end of the semester, so there were quite a lot of things to do.

So just like that, Saiko Ogasa's incident was shelved in desperation, and in the company of busy daily affairs and music from the performance department, time continued to advance, rushing towards June [-]th.

Saturday, one day before his birthday.

-

It was night at this time, and the night was dark. The bright lights in the house came out from the ceiling, illuminating the room and blocking the night from the windows.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi sat on the bed, flipping through a book before going to bed as usual.

There are two books next to the pillow, one is "Flying Birds" and the other is "New Moon", but I have already read them.

What he was holding in his hand at this time was a book of "Ancient and Modern Waka Collection".

Flipping through it casually, killing the boring time.

The boredom didn't last long, though.

When the phone displayed 11:30, he heard his phone ring.

The ringing of the phone filled the quiet room. He picked up the phone next to his pillow and glanced at it.

who?

Thinking about it, soon, after seeing the name of the person displayed on it, the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile.

He picked up the phone and connected.

"Good evening, this is Hirakawa, who is it?"

"..."

After a pause, an all-too-familiar voice came out of the receiver: "Who does Mr. Hirakawa think it is?"

"Such a nice and gentle voice, I guess..."

Tetsubun Hirakawa procrastinated and pretended to guess.

"Can't you guess it?"

Hisada Moshu on the other side of the phone laughed, and the laughter was also very gentle.

"Ah——I remembered, hearing this laughter, it must be Hisada-sensei, right?"

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"After all, there is no other such gentle laughter in the whole world." Hirakawa Zhewen stared at the book and said very precisely.

So, sitting on the bed at the same moment, holding the mobile phone, looking at the night Moshu Kuta outside the floor-to-ceiling window, couldn't help but chuckled softly again.

But soon, the female teacher, who was embarrassed by this boast, covered her mouth with her other hand and stopped laughing.

"Teacher Hirakawa, boasting should be done in moderation. It's too hypocritical."

"Hypocrisy, how come?"

"It's hypocrisy."

"Not at all, it's sincere."

"hypocritical."

"No."

"Extreme hypocrisy - well, don't make any more excuses, skip it." Kuta Moshu stopped the endless debate once it started.

"Hey... the feeling of being denied sincerity is really sad."

"..."

Kuta Moshu pretended not to hear.

"What is Teacher Hirakawa doing now?"

"reading a book."

There was a sound of pages turning.

"Reading? What are you reading?"

Hirakawa Zhewen glanced at the contents of the book, and read out word by word: "Because of a secret appointment with the daughter of Dong Wutiao, she was not allowed to enter through the door, so she sneaked in from the collapsed corner of the wall. When her husband learned about it, he ordered someone to Watching this road every night, since then it is difficult to see a beautiful woman even if I go, so I pretended to write this song."

"..."

The silence of night invaded the room.

After a while, Jiu Tian Mo Shu's voice sounded: "...Mr. Hirakawa, what is this?"

"An anthology of ancient and modern waka, No. 632, above is the inscription - the secret road leads to the boudoir, I hope the guards are a little careless, and there will be a beautiful woman - this is this waka."

"Um……"

"It's interesting, isn't it?" Hirakawa Tetsufumi asked.

"...Probably." Kuta Moshu grabbed the loose ends of her hair, held them in her hands, and looked at them.

Hearing the troubled voice of the female teacher, Hirakawa Tetsubun laughed.

"Then what is Kuta-sensei doing now?"

"I didn't do anything..." She replied, then took down the phone and looked at the time - it was still early before twelve o'clock.

Put it back to your ear.

A voice came from inside: "Then it's so late, why are you calling me?"

The unpredictable tone seemed to be a little teasing.

Of course both of them are clear about why, but Kuta Moshu doesn't intend to admit it now.

"For what..." imitating the other party's usual tone, delaying.

Hirakawa Zhewen flipped through the book and asked again: "Yes, for what?"

"..."

After a while, Kuta Moshu, who still couldn't find an excuse, decided to skip this question.

The two of them kept each other quiet for a while, and only the sound of flipping through the books could be heard from the receiver from time to time.

Until a certain moment, Kuta Moshu suddenly spoke.

"Teacher Hirakawa, can you read a Japanese song to me?"

"Eh?"

Listening to the female teacher's words, Tetsufumi Hirakawa's hand flipping through the book stopped in mid-air.

"let's start."

"It's so sudden, and Mr. Hisata hasn't answered my question yet."

"Teacher Hirakawa, you have to know that not all questions have to be answered. Okay, please start." Kuta Moshu urged.

"What a cunning answer." Hirakawa Zhewen said helplessly.

However, after another sound of flipping a book, the peaceful, lazy, like the wind blowing at night, this kind of voice still rang in Kuta Moshu's ears.

Singing and singing softly.

"Trance and confusion, whether it is a dream or not a dream, why do you plan again, leave it for the world to discuss."

……

"Two embrace each other in a dream, Chunxiao turns his head empty in the dark, how can we be in a dream."

……

"Crossing the shadow of the moon in the middle of the night, people look at the moon and the moon, and meet again suddenly."

……

One after another Japanese songs, with the clear voice of the Chinese teacher, floated into my mind gently.

until.

"Cherry blossoms are everywhere in the spring, and I have visited the flowers several times and never tire of seeing them. Qingyan is better than Huayan."

"..."

I don't know how many waka songs, and the moon behind the clouds in the middle of the night doesn't know where it is going at this time.

However, in a tacit understanding, Hirakawa Tetsufumi stopped talking after this waka, and waited quietly for something.

"..."

There is no sound from the earpiece, only the slight sound of breathing.

Time is ticking.

three……

two……

One.

Count quietly and silently, on time.

"Mr. Hirakawa, happy birthday."

The voice sounded, and the gentle and caring female teacher's voice appeared in my ears at this moment.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Hirakawa Zhewen's mouth, and he paused for a moment before speaking softly in the smile.

"Mr. Hisata, thank you."

"Hmm." The female teacher replied playfully.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, Mr. Hirakawa."

"For this moment, I have also recited Waka for a long time."

"..."

The night is dark.

(End of this chapter)