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

Chapter 207
The summer sunset didn't set so fast, and in the evening, it was still brilliant golden, with light and heat.

When Hirakawa Tetsufumi opened the door, he was immersed in the slanting sunlight.

However, in the supposedly scorching sun... when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he did suddenly feel the oncoming coldness.

It was like standing on an ice field, shivering from the cold.

"Mr. Hirakawa, how are you doing?"

The female teacher standing in front of her, a familiar and gentle female teacher, had a warm smile on her profile under the golden light.

"..."

"Actually, I went to school today because of some things, and I wanted to do a surprise inspection to see if Mr. Hirakawa is serious about his work, but I asked the students in the playing department, and they didn't know where you were."

"..."

"So, did Hirakawa-sensei hide and goof off when he was in the performance department? It's not okay to be so careless about work."

"..."

"Line sent a message and didn't reply... I just went to do my own thing first."

"..."

"Afterwards, after finishing the matter, I think it seems that I haven't seen Teacher Pingchuan for a long time, so I stopped by to take a look."

"..."

"How about it?"

"..."

"Huh? Teacher Hirakawa? What's the matter with you?"

"..."

After a long silence, the female teacher in front of her had a caring look on her face. She blinked and looked at his face carefully.

"Teacher Hirakawa's complexion doesn't look very good, what's the matter?"

"……No."

Hirakawa Zhewen used all his strength to respond to this sound.

"..."

A dream is just a dream, it is as fragile as a bubble, it only needs a touch of external force, and it will be broken with a poke, suddenly.

Just like that night, the night of the festival with mysterious magic power, in the girl's kiss, Tetsufumi Hirakawa suddenly fell into a dream and indulged in it.

But today, at the moment when Hirakawa Zhewen saw Jiutian Moshu, Meng woke up just like that, just as suddenly.

The mysterious magic power dissipated in an instant, dissipated completely, and disappeared without a trace.

In my mind, the memory that was deliberately blurred by the dream began to emerge.

Standing in front of him was Hisada-sensei, a gentle female teacher. He and she had an agreement on birthday and August 8th.

'On August 8, confess your love to Hisada-sensei. '

I still remember the decision he made in his heart on the night of his birthday.

But now...

Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at Hisada Moki.

At this moment, her profile is in the sunset light and warm colors, just like that night, when she was holding a birthday cake, her beautiful face was hidden by the light of the candles.

"..."

"Is it really okay?"

She moved a little closer to him, looking at his face carefully and earnestly.

"...No, it's fine."

"Really?" The female teacher was dubious.

"Yeah." Hirakawa Zhewen nodded.

"Okay." Kuta Moshu didn't think too much, and after hearing that Hirakawa Tetsufumi was sure everything was fine, she smiled again.

"Then Teacher Pingchuan, I stopped by to see you, are you planning to chat with me at the door like this?" The gentle smile, as in the past, has not changed between the two of them.

"..." Hirakawa Zhewen felt that he was out of breath and could not speak.

"Huh?" Kuta Moshu tilted his head.

"... Mr. Hisata, please come in."

Kuta Moshu turned his head back: "Okay, then I will disturb Mr. Hirakawa."

"……Um."

……

……

The distance from the entrance to the living room is just a few steps, but Hirakawa Tetsuwen can no longer remember how he got in.

He was walking ahead, but he felt that his body was so heavy that he would shake and fall down when he walked.

Everything in front of the field of vision is clearly clear, but it appears blurred.

Every step I take, I feel that I have consumed a huge amount of energy.

He brought Hisada Moshu to the living room, and he stood propped on the back of the sofa, trying his best to show a little smile.

"Teacher Jiuta, please sit down first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"OK, all right."

Kuta Moshu didn't pay attention to him, the white cat lay lazily on the sofa beside her.

"Hi, your name is...Michael, right?"

"..."

The voice behind him was quickly cut off from Hirakawa Zhewen's ears. He walked to the bathroom step by step, walked in, and closed the door.

……

……

wake up.

Holding the sink with both hands, Hirakawa Zhewen looked at him in the mirror, his complexion was pale, as if he had been seriously ill, and he hadn't slept for several days.

He turned on the faucet, and amidst the rushing sound of the water, he took a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

The cold touch, Hirakawa Tetsubun's mind, recalled the past few days, would think of everything about the past few days, and everything about a girl, his student, Shiori Shinohara.

Everything like a dream.

Dreams are naturally absurd, illogical, and irrational.

He in the dream is also absurd, illogical, and irrational.

He seemed to have forgotten everything, the agreement with Hisada-sensei, his responsibilities as a teacher, his goal, and the teacher's expectations of him.

He forgot everything, indulged in his dream, indulged in the soft kiss of his student, Shiori Shinohara.

Go to festivals together, meet at home, say hello with a kiss, stay together on the rooftop at school, where other students can't see, hug, kiss, practice with her, and eat with her.

What was so natural and natural in the dream seemed so... absurd after waking up from the dream.

And the person who did this kind of thing was him...but Hirakawa Zhewen felt that it wasn't him.

Although everything in his memory cannot be faked, he did indeed do this kind of thing.

But...was he really doing this?
Memories and ideas clash.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi would never do such a thing.

The teacher of the second generation, and the agreement with that teacher, will become a teacher as good as her.

There is also the agreement with Mr. Hisata, the words of the confession have been rehearsed in his mind countless times, and he is also looking forward to the day of August 8.

But now, what happened?
Why was he able to forget all the promises?Why was he able to forget about his duties as a teacher that he had held on to for several years and then do such a thing with his students, Shiori Shinohara?

Obviously, he has always firmly believed in his responsibilities as a teacher. When rejecting Shiori Shinohara, he did not hesitate in his heart. He knew clearly and firmly that he was a teacher.

But in the end...

why?

Hirakawa Tetsuwen didn't know.

He felt that all this was like a dream, unreal like a dream.

He hoped it was a dream.

But not.

The faucet that I forgot to turn off, filled the pool with rushing water, and brought Hirakawa Tetsufumi's thoughts from memory back to reality.

There is no escape from reality.

He turned off the tap and took the phone out of his pocket.

"..."

After unlocking the phone, what jumped into his eyes was the chat history between him and Shiori Shinohara.

Shiori: [Teacher Hirakawa]

Hirakawa: 【What's wrong】

Shiori: [Shiori misses you]

Hirakawa: [Well... If I remember correctly, it wasn't long before we separated]

Shiori: [What about you? 】

Hirakawa: [Although in fact I also miss Shiori, yes]

Shiori: [Laugh lightly.jpg]

Shiori: [OK]

Shiori: 【Mr. Hirakawa, what would you like to eat tomorrow? 】

Shiori: [Miss Shinohara's family cooks for you personally]

plain:【……】

Hirakawa: [Shiori, I have to point out that whether a dish is delicious or not is not linked to the identity of the person who made it]

Shiori: [What does Mr. Hirakawa mean? 】

Hirakawa: [Wait]

Shiori: [Huh? 】

Shiori: [Is Hirakawa-sensei gone? 】

"..."

This chat happened before Kuta Moshu knocked on his door, and then, because of the arrival of the female teacher, the chat stopped abruptly.

However, as he opened the interface, the status of the last few messages sent to him by Shinohara Shiori became read.

The girl knew he had read the news.

A new message popped up on the phone.

Shiori: [Ms. Hirakawa is back? 】

Shiori: [Did something happen? 】

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi stared at the newly popped-up information on the screen, staring at his chat record with Shinohara Shiori.

He still remembered everything that happened with this girl, and the memory didn't fade away with the dream, but was very clear.

He clearly remembered the touch of the girl's body, the softness of her lips, the sweetness of kissing her, all of them.

He also told her that he couldn't do without her anymore.

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen looked at the mobile phone in his hand, the screen was trembling slightly, he didn't know what to do anymore.

He was a teacher in his last life, and he is still a teacher after his rebirth.

The profession of a teacher is of great significance to him, and the duty of teaching and educating people is extremely sacred to him——

But now he had literally defiled it with his own hands.

He wanted to escape, but the message from the constant vibration in his hand reminded him that he couldn't escape.

And, in the living room, the female teacher's inquiry.

"Teacher Hirakawa, why is it taking so long?"

"..."

He looked at the bathroom door, then at the phone screen.

At this moment, he felt his stomach clenched and curled up into a ball.

He squatted down as if he lost his strength, and with a little remaining strength, he responded to the door.

Then, he sent a last message to Shiori Shinohara.

Hirakawa: 【Let’s talk about it later】

Shinohara Shiori replied in seconds.

Shiori: [Yes, ok]

He didn't have the strength to look at it anymore, he exited the chat interface, pressed the phone, threw it on the ground, and covered his abdomen with his hands.

There was a throbbing pain in his stomach.

……

……

When the bathroom door was just opened, Kuta Moshu was still smiling, stroking Michael who was obediently lying on her lap.

However, after glancing back at Tetsufumi Hirakawa, the smile on her face disappeared immediately.

She quickly put Michael aside, stood up, and walked quickly to his side with "tattling" steps.

"Eh—? Hirakawa-sensei? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

I saw Hirakawa Zhewen's face was pale, sweat was breaking out on his forehead, his hand was covering his left abdomen, and his footsteps seemed a little unsteady.

Kuta Moshu quickly supported him.

"Are you feeling unwell? Sit down first?"

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen didn't say a word, and with the support of Kuta Moshu, he slowly walked to the edge of the sofa step by step and sat down.

"What's the matter?" Kuta Moshu stood beside him, and because of this sudden situation, he leaned over to his ear and anxiously asked about his condition.

"..."

"Is it a stomachache?" Hisata Moshu noticed the position of Hirakawa Tetsufumi's hand.

"...Hmm." Hirakawa Zhewen responded softly.

"Is there hot water in the house?"

"……Um."

"I'll get you a drink."

"...um, thanks - in the kitchen."

"..."

It's not the time to be polite, Kuta Moshu has already straightened up and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Come back soon after pouring a glass of water.

"Teacher Hirakawa, the water is coming."

"Ah."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa raised his face slightly, and then reached out to take the cup in Moshu Kuta's hand.

"It won't be hot."

"Ah."

When I took it, the cup was warm and the temperature was just right.

"Gudu."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi drank half a glass of water, and the warm water slid down the esophagus to the stomach and down.

"How's it going?" Kuta Moki asked.

Holding the water glass in his hand, the pale-faced Hirakawa Zhewen tried his best to show a little smile.

"Sorry for the trouble, Hisada-sensei."

"Why is it troublesome? Also, what happened to Mr. Hirakawa? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No. No need." Hirakawa Zhewen shook his head, and put half a cup of hot water on the tea table in front of him, "Just let me take a rest."

"This……"

"It's okay, don't worry. It's just that I need to think about something. Could Mr. Hisata wait a moment?"

"……Um."

……

……

Time passed minute by minute in the quiet living room.

Hisata Moki sat on the side, worriedly looking at Hirakawa Tetsufumi, who was resting his elbows on his knees, kept his head down, and buried his face.

It's been half an hour.

During the period, he drank half a glass of water, and she helped him get another glass, and then there was nothing else to do.

Just like that, he remained motionless, thinking about something.

What are you thinking about?Is something wrong?

Kuta Moshu didn't know.

The outdoor setting sun gradually fell into the skyline, the light gradually dimmed, and the living room gradually fell into darkness.

Kuta Moshu stepped aside lightly, and turned on a small light.

When she was waiting for her to come back, she saw Hirakawa Zhewen raised his head.

"Teacher Hirakawa?"

She stopped for a while, then walked forward again, sat down on the sofa next to her, and looked at him with worried eyes.

"How's it going?"

Hirakawa Zhewen's complexion was still a little pale, but he was a little better.

"Fortunately, the stomach pain is gone, thank you, Mr. Jiutian." The voice of the speech was very soft.

"You're welcome, it's just..." Moshu Kuta hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is it because of something that happened to Mr. Hirakawa?"

"……Um."

"If I can help..."

"Sorry, maybe I can't tell Hisada-sensei."

"Eh, don't be sorry."

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

"What Teacher Pingchuan said just now, you need to think about it... Is there any result?"

There was an indescribable smile on the corner of Hirakawa Tetsubun's mouth, slightly bitter.

"This kind of thing...may not be able to think clearly in a short time."

"This……"

"However, in the future, I may have to leave here for a while."

"...Leave here?" Kuta Moshu didn't understand.

"Well, get out of here." Hirakawa Zhewen nodded, and then he turned his head and looked around his home.

At the door, Wei Wei stayed.

He still remembered that there, he kissed Shinohara Shiori to say hello, and was seen by a passing junior high school student, and he closed the door.

My stomach hurts again.

Hirakawa Tetsubun retracted his gaze, and then said again.

"I want to get out of here, out of Tokyo for a while."

"..."

(End of this chapter)