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

Chapter 201 Ceremony, fireworks, and a girl in a yukata ([-])

For Hirakawa Tetsubun, life during summer vacation is not much different from school time.

Staying at home in daily life, lazily blowing on the air conditioner, reading a book, and going to school when it's time for work.

In school, in fact, most of the time they are just reading books. By the way, they manage discipline, supervise students, and prevent students from accidents.

Daily life is uneventful, even Shiori Shinohara, after the appointment time that day, has never looked for him.

Say hello when you meet, and nothing else.

When the final agreed time is reached, after everything has been said, the matter of this girl will be completely over, right?
It should be like this.

However, Hirakawa Tetsuwen, who was leaning on the bed, put the book aside and took a look at the phone. At this moment, the time displayed on it was: August 8th, Saturday, 9:15.

Click on the line, Shiori Shinohara's chat interface displays the historical messages between them.

【10:00】

[Hirakawa Tetsubun: Shinohara-san, where is the agreed place? 】

【Shiori Shinohara: Tell Mr. Hirakawa when the time is up】

However, it is now and I haven't told him the time and place, so I don't understand.

Hirakawa Zhewen stared at her twice, ignored her, put down the phone again, and took the book again.

The book was taken off the shelf after lunch, I didn't pick the name, after all, I have read it all.After taking it down, I took a look at the cover. It was "Norwegian Woods".

Have seen Chapter 4 now.

【I look into Midori's eyes, and Midori also looks into my eyes.I put my arms around her shoulders and kissed her mouth.Midori just shook her shoulders a little.Immediately softly closed his eyes.For about five or six seconds, we kissed our lips silently, and the early autumn sunshine reflected her eyelashes on her cheeks, making her look trembling slightly.

It was a tender kiss, a kiss that didn't know where it was going. 】

-

In the evening, a Japanese-style room.

Shiori Shinohara stood in front of the mirror, and the soft light in the room reflected her appearance at the moment.

The girl was only wearing a thin piece of underwear and a bathrobe over her body.

The large area of ​​red is the pattern of cherry blossoms.

Because of my mother, the eldest lady didn't wear less kimonos, yukatas, etc., and she was handy.

Shinohara Shiori stared at the mirror, but her eyes were not focused on it, but she was thinking about something, while slowly and methodically putting on her bathrobe.

Holding the collar of the yukata, the hem of the yukata was level with the ankles, exposing the girl's feet.

'Although this is a slightly clichéd story, poor students gradually change and grow with the help of teachers, and finally aspire to be teachers. '

In my mind, the conversation on the campus walkway on the last day of July lingered.That is Mr. Hirakawa's past, his life, and his wish.

Arrange the sleeves of the yukata, and wrap the yukata around the body, with the left half at the top and the right half at the bottom.

'Therefore, the profession of a teacher is of great significance to me, and the duty of teaching and educating people is sacred to me. '

It's like this, this teacher who is always bound by the identity of a teacher... Maybe it's not called restraint, for him, he is willing to do so.

He picked up the thin belt, wrapped it around his waist, and fastened it tightly, exposing the outline of the girl's slender waist.

'I hope that Shinohara-san can understand this and understand how important being a teacher is to me. '

Of course she understood, very early on.

Identity, responsibility, the beginning of everything, the person who said to her that day "knowing what is impossible" and then walked into her home.If it weren't for such a belief, would someone really do such a nosy thing?
He stretched out his hands to flatten the yukata, tidied up the skirt, and fastened the buckle to fix the yukata.

' And, even though I won't see the teacher anymore, I don't want to betray her trust.I told her that I wanted to be as good a teacher as she was. '

This teacher did not live up to the expectations of the teacher in the story. As agreed when applying for college, an excellent teacher, of course, is absolutely.Shinohara Shiori believed so firmly.

but……

Fold the red belt, wrap it around the chest twice, tie it, and tie it into a bow. Tuck the excess of the belt between the belt and the yukata, and wrap the bow around the back.

'So, Shinohara-san, I hope this is my last rejection.After that, enough is enough. '

It is this kind of responsibility, so there are reasons for rejection that are almost irrefutable, and all expectations seem to be empty.

The yukata is already on.

Shinohara Shiori's eyes were slightly absent-minded, and she focused on the mirror.

In the mirror, there was a girl in a yukata with a cherry blossom pattern.

The dignified and elegant lady, in this Japanese-style room, seems to be integrated with the yukata.Decent, natural.

She raised her hand slightly, her cuffs fluttered, and in the cherry blossom color, there was a section of whiteness, which was her wrist.

Can't pick out a single flaw.

Shinohara Shiori took a look, then turned around, and the mirror printed a red bow on her back.

She walked away, towards the dresser.

Shiori Shinohara rarely does makeup, but this time, she should do it.

The girl sat in front of the dressing table.

Her face was reflected in the makeup mirror. Against the backdrop of the red bathrobe, although no makeup had been applied, her already fair and flawless face looked extraordinary.

She picked up the cosmetics and tools on the table, stroke by stroke.

……

The makeup is done, it's just a light makeup, but it also makes the face of a young girl a little more beautiful.

not bad.

Shinohara Shiori looked around and stood up.

time to go.

Sending out the agreed time and place, putting on a pair of clogs and carrying a small bag, Shiori Shinohara walked out of the room.

The corridor of the Japanese-style house extends to the door.

Shiori Shinohara walked while looking at the reply on the phone.

Obviously, the other party expressed doubts about the agreed time and place, but the wayward young lady did not intend to explain.

will always come.

When she put away her mobile phone and raised her face, the young maid at home stood by the corridor in a daze.

"..."

"..."

After Shinohara Shiori looked at her with puzzled eyes, the maid blinked her eyes, put her hands in front of her body, and bowed slightly after regaining her senses.

"...Miss."

Shinohara Shiori nodded in response softly, and took a step forward.

But she stopped after just one step, and she looked at the maid on the side.

"...Miss, what's the matter?"

"that……"

Shiori Shinohara opened her mouth slightly, revealing some white teeth, as if she didn't know what to say or not.

Finally, after struggling like this for a while, the eldest lady finally asked.

She raised her hand and played with her long coiled hair.

"Kurosaka...I, um...do I look good?"

"..."

After Shinohara Shiori's voice fell in the corridor, there was a moment of silence, and then——

"Eh……?"

Kurosaka seemed a little at a loss, with blank eyes, this was the first time she heard such a question from the young lady.

Fortunately, the quality of the maid brought her back to her senses in time, bowed her head, spoke at a leisurely pace, and her tone was full of emotion.

"Missy's appearance is already excellent, after the bathrobe is decorated with light makeup, it is even more gorgeous. In fact, the first time I saw Missy just now, I lost my mind. If I accompany Missy day and night, it must be like this. Others, seeing the young lady for the first time, will definitely be amazed."

"Hmm... Is that so?" Miss Shinohara put down her hands that were fiddling with her hair, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but she pretended not to care and asked softly.

"Of course." Kurosaka bent down.

"Ok."

Gently nodding her head to express her understanding, Shinohara Shiori walked forward again.

Leaving Kurosaka alone in deep thought.

The young lady who usually walks alone puts on her bathrobe and puts on makeup, what is she going to do...

Who are you going to the summer festival with?
……

……

……

The wayward young lady guessed rightly, Hirakawa Tetsufumi did have considerable doubts about the agreed time and place.

This is a street outside the torii gate of the shrine.

At the beginning of the day, the evening was decorated with twilight, and the setting sun had already set, but there was still light extending from the skyline, rendering a blue-purple bleak sunset glow and a gray-blue sky.

Below, amidst the hazy lights of various colors, the bustling street scene is full of people coming and going.Looking from the gap between the crowd, there is a street with various stalls on the side of the street.

There is some noise in the ear, various conversations, shouts.

The words "sacrifice" and "fireworks" appeared in Hirakawa Zhewen's eyes.

"..."

Summer festivals are events that have been held all over Japan since summer.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen naturally knew.

But... isn't it good, is it a good talk?Why did you appear at the summer festival?

Hirakawa Tetsuwen raised his phone, and on the line, the girl didn't answer his question.

"Teacher Hirakawa will know when he comes."

Just say so.

After thinking about it for a long time, I was really helpless.Hirakawa Tetsubun's "last decision" about the girl was finally invited to come.

But the girl hasn't arrived yet.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen put away his phone for the time being, and outlined the appearance of the festival here with his eyes.

The decoration is quite exquisite, and it looks very gorgeous under various lighting combinations.There is a lot of traffic, companions and friends, family and couples, together, holding hands, wandering between the booths.

A rather lively festival.

Among the crowd, women in bathrobes can be seen from time to time, with a touch of classical style, talking and laughing with their companions.

Say-

Hirakawa Tetsuwen suddenly thought of a question——

Shiori Shinohara, don't you come here in a yukata too?

This question had just surfaced in Hirakawa Zhewen's mind, and before he could think about it, a girl's soft cry came from behind him.

"Teacher Hirakawa, I'm here."

Miss Shinohara's voice was clear and sweet, highly recognizable, and could be recognized immediately.

"Student Shinohara."

Hirakawa Zhewen turned around and also called out her name, and then naturally asked the question that he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"I think you should explain why..."

Halfway through the question, the voice suddenly became smaller and smaller until it was completely submerged in the noisy ceremony.

Shinohara Shiori stood in front of him, very close.

The first thing that came into view was the girl's face.The lights were dim, and the girl's exquisite makeup was folded into her eyes.

The already outstanding appearance, a little makeup embellishment, no more, no less, adds a little bit of beauty.It's like changing from the early cherry blossoms in early spring to the cherry blossoms in full bloom in April.

The girl's long hair, which is usually common, was coiled behind her head, and her delicate neck like snow was completely exposed in sight.

On her body, just as she had imagined unintentionally, the girl was wearing a bathrobe.

Miss Shinohara and her yukata are a perfect match, just like a summer festival and a firework festival are a perfect match.

The cherry blossom-patterned yukata, in a bright red color, wraps the upright figure in the night scene, and this red color also brings out the tenderness of the girl's skin.

It is indeed like a cherry blossom in full bloom, so gorgeous that it is speechless.

Tetsubun Hirakawa stared at Shiori Shinohara's attire, and the words he was about to ask got stuck in his throat.

Appreciating beauty is human nature, even he must admit that Shiori Shinohara tonight is amazing.

People who are so amazed that they see this girl's appearance for the first time will pay attention and stop for her.

Hirakawa Zhewen is not alone.

At the entrance of the bustling festival, some passersby bumped into each other.

"Hey."

"Sorry, sorry."

"..."

In such a movement, Hirakawa Zhewen came back to his senses.

He closed his opened mouth, glanced at the person who collided with him, and quickly withdrew his gaze, focusing on the girl.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

Shinohara Shiori also withdrew her curious gaze.Then, she raised her hand, and the sleeve of the bathrobe slid down the girl's smooth arm, revealing a clean section.In her hand was a small bag.

She slowly turned around in front of him.

The back of the neck is pure and white, with a big bow tied with a red belt.

"What do you think of Shiori's outfit today?"

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen swallowed back the "good-looking" that almost subconsciously blurted out.

He fixed his gaze on Shinohara Shiori's face, her eyes, and her tone was a little more serious.

"Xiaoyuan-san, I think...you should explain why we are here."

The question was asked again.

"Um...about that."

Shinohara Shiori also looked directly at the teacher in front of her, pondered, and replied: "This is the summer festival, of course we are here to participate in the festival."

Hirakawa Zhewen was stunned for a moment when he heard this statement, and then frowned slightly: "Then we have a good talk, and the last decision?"

"This... wait until after visiting the festival."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen couldn't help opening his mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by the girl.

At this moment, the sky has lost its brilliance, and in the night that is only illuminated by lights, Shinohara Shiori's eyes reflect colorful colors.

She bowed.

"Ms. Hirakawa, for the last time, Shiori wants to participate in a festival with Mr. Hirakawa. In the future, I will not disturb Mr. Hirakawa again, so today, please let Shiori be self-willed."

"..."

"The last time" and "only once" are very cunning ways of saying that the unpredictable future is betting on the present in order to achieve the present goal.

However, sometimes this is indeed a rather difficult statement to reject.

The last time, it was a plea, a regret, a regret that was almost irreversible, and a regret that made the other party have a make-up mentality.

"..."

Finally, after the girl straightened up, a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth amidst the silent nod of the person opposite.

"Well, Teacher Hirakawa, let's go."

-

Participated in this festival without any reason.

When Hirakawa Tetsubun just followed Shinohara Shiori and walked into the entrance of the festival street, he really felt so.

Shiori Shinohara's thoughts were a little unpredictable.

However, this question was quickly left behind amidst the uproar.

After all, people are quite easily infected by the atmosphere, just like watching a comedy in a movie theater, it is always more enjoyable than watching it alone.

Hot summer nights.There are people around, all kinds of talking and fighting.

Colorful lights, beautiful decorations, and snacks with tempting smells on the stalls.

This is a festival, a lively festival.

Beside him was a girl in a yukata with brisk steps.

The clogs "tread" on the ground and made a sound.

"Shinohara-san, are you wearing clogs?"

At this time, Tetsubun Hirakawa noticed Miss Shinohara's delicate feet below.

Shinohara Shiori also looked down, then raised her head to look at him, holding a bunch of candy apples in her hand.

"Well, Teacher Hirakawa, what do you think?"

"...It's very suitable for Shinohara-san."

Hirakawa Tetsubun, who hadn't eaten dinner and was eating fried noodles, spoke vaguely, and looked at the stalls on the street again.

But it turned back quickly.

He stared at the corner of Shiori Shinohara's mouth.

"Xiaoyuan-san, on your lips."

"Huh?" Shiori Shinohara took a small bite of the candy apple, and asked suspiciously because she couldn't hear what the teacher around her was saying in the noisy environment.

At the same time, her cheeks were slightly puffed up, and her movements were very cute.

The lively atmosphere of the festival, the dazzling lights, and the delicate girls around——

Indeed, all these things made Hirakawa Zhewen a little overwhelmed.

He stretched out his hand naturally, and with Shiori Shinohara's dazed expression on his face, he poked the girl's tender face with his finger, sank into it slightly, and then removed the rock sugar stained on the girl's mouth.

"There is something."

It wasn't until he flicked the rock sugar away that Hirakawa Zhewen came back to his senses and glanced at his fingers.

"..."

"..."

"Ah... that, sorry."

Hirakawa Tetsubun put away his hands with a smirk, looked at Shiori Shinohara, and apologized.

"...It's okay." Shiori Shinohara reacted with a slight smile, raised his other free hand, and wiped the area that was originally stained with rock sugar.

"Also, if Shiori reads correctly, Mr. Hirakawa just flicked rock candy on someone else."

"...Is that so?"

"Well, it's pretty clear,"

"..."

"..."

"Sorry." Apologizing to the innocent passers-by in the crowded crowd who no longer knew where they were going, Hirakawa Tetsubun silently picked up the chopsticks again and finished the last bite of fried noodles.

The two continued to wander and chat in the streets of the festival, and the topics were endless.

-

"Has Hirakawa-sensei participated in festivals with others before?"

"Yes, I came here with my classmates in middle school and high school."

"Shiori has only been here alone. At other times, with her mother, it is only on the cruise ship."

"……OK."

-

"What kind of fruit does Mr. Hirakawa like?"

"Fruits... are okay."

"How about oranges?"

"good."

"Then oranges...here, two orange-flavored shaved ice."

"...So that's what I was asking."

-

On a midsummer night in August, holding a spoon and scooping shaved ice bite by bite, the cold ice cubes enter the mouth, with a sweet and sour taste of orange.

The hot and dry air felt cool.

Eating and walking in silence, the radio rang in my ear.

"The firework show will start in half an hour, and the firework show will start in half an hour. Tourists who want to watch it, please go to..."

The repeating announcement caused commotion among the tourists on the street.

Naturally, Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Shiori Shinohara who were wandering around also attracted attention.

"Teacher Hirakawa, let's go." Shinohara Shiori raised her face and looked at him.

"Ah."

A summer festival and a firework festival are a perfect match, just like Shiori Shinohara and a yukata are a perfect match.

When you come to a festival, you always have to watch the fireworks display.

-

Following the guidance of the broadcast and the direction of the tourists, Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Shinohara Shiori arrived at the viewing place designated by the fireworks festival.

An empty space - of course, this is when there is no one, but now it is a bit crowded.

A girl in a bathrobe stood beside him.

"Xiaoyuan-san, I think we can talk about it now."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked up at the completely dark night sky.

The fireworks have not yet lifted off, and the night is dark.

"Ah."

The girl responded softly.

-

The noisy crowd surrounded them, but the atmosphere hovering between Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Shiori Shinohara was a little quiet.

Hirakawa Tetsubun was waiting for the girl beside him to speak, the last decision.

Shiori Shinohara, she was thinking about how to speak.

"Ok?"

When the radio broadcast was only 10 minutes away from the firework festival, Hirakawa Tetsufumi asked a question.

"All right."

After Shinohara Shiori nodded like this, she saw the teacher who was waiting for the fireworks with his face up, cast his gaze over.

"Please speak."

"Then..." Shinohara Shiori looked back at Hirakawa Tetsufumi, his face said, "Ms. Hirakawa also listen to Shiori tell a story, is that okay?"

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)