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

Chapter 216 Shiori Shinohara, meet again

The birthday candles have been extinguished.

The table was cleared, and the gentle governess had said goodbye.

Only Hirakawa Tetsubun was left in the huge living room with lights on.

Even the cat was still in the pet shop, so at the moment, all he had with him was an annoying silence.

Of course, it might be wrong to say that, because he knew that it was not Quiet that was disturbing, but the memory of visiting the door with Quiet in his mind.

Those memories that should have been pleasant, now bring only bitterness in retrospect.

Being away from Tokyo and the familiar living environment can indeed make some things distant and indifferent, but now that I am back, these are inevitable.

Shiori Shinohara...

The girl's lustful face will still emerge from his mind.

What happened couldn't be changed, he fell in love with his student, facing his own heart, he couldn't deceive himself.

But this kind of relationship, this kind of emotion is abnormal, and it is not allowed to make mistakes, and he does not allow it to continue like this.

Errors should be corrected.

This is a well-thought-out approach, but... thinking about seeing her tomorrow, Hirakawa Zhewen still inevitably hesitates and hesitates in his heart.

That dream had indeed left an indelible impression on his mind.

"..."

Go to sleep.

I slept late last night, so I went sightseeing after waking up early today, and even took the car for almost an afternoon.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was physically and mentally exhausted, got up from the sofa, turned off the light in the living room, and went upstairs to his room.

However, after lying on the bed, turning his head, he could see, on the desk next to him, a well-behaved pure white rabbit doll, sitting there quietly.

"..."

'Didn't Mr. Hirakawa say that Shiori is like a rabbit?Then this rabbit will be handed over to Mr. Hirakawa. '

The words that the girl had said to him, naturally surfaced.

Also, there was a sweet and greasy touch on the edge of the mouth - at that time, those words were followed by her kiss.

……

The next day, Thursday, August 8.

Six days later, Tetsufumi Hirakawa woke up again in his room at home.

The summer morning light passed through the curtains as usual, filling the room with a dim light enough to be seen clearly.

Get up, lift the quilt, turn off the air conditioner, and get out of bed.

Putting on slippers and changing clothes, Hirakawa Tetsuwen walked past the desk with only a starry sky printed glass bottle left beside the bed, walked out of the room door, and went downstairs.

After breakfast, with a feeling that he didn't know how to describe, he pushed open the door of his house, walked out, greeted the brilliant light from the sky, and walked towards Mori Valley.

My thoughts along the way were inevitably entangled, and I even thought about whether I should just turn around and continue to ask for leave.

Wait until the meeting with Shiori Shinohara, what will it be like?
Seeing him come back after disappearing suddenly, how would the young lady react?

angry?cry?
what is this else?
Hirakawa Tetsuwen didn't know.

-

However, the arrival of the meeting time was even more sudden than Hirakawa Tetsufumi thought.

After walking out of the tram stop, he walked towards Moriya with footsteps that made him feel more and more heavy.

This road is definitely the most difficult for him to teach in Moriya for more than a year.

In the midst of suffering from inner torment, the flying thoughts made the perception of time become confused.

Hirakawa Tetsubun, who was walking with his head down, regained consciousness, raised his eyes from the ground and looked forward, the name of Moritani's school had already appeared in his field of vision.

It was painted with gold paint, and it shone with the sun's light, which was very dazzling.

Tetsubun Hirakawa stopped at a distance from the school gate.

He habitually glanced at the school gate—obviously, there was no one under the shade of the trees there.

Afterwards, he himself gave a rather bitter smile because of his habitual behavior.

'What are you thinking? '—I couldn't help laughing at myself like this.

After the bitterness in his heart gradually faded away, he started to walk again, ready to walk into the school, to face the thing that made him avoid it for a week.

It's just that he just took a step out, and at the quiet school gate during the summer vacation, he heard behind him, on the street, the sound of a car stopping that could not be ignored.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsubun stopped, and he felt his heart inevitably thumping.

Heart felt.

As if he had received some kind of unknowable inspiration, he suddenly had such a premonition—even though it was just the usual sound of a car stopping, this was Shiori Shinohara.

So he turned around.

From the beginning to the end of August, the heat of the summer vacation has not dissipated. The sky is bright and bright, and the sky is still bright and beautiful blue in summer, covering the sky.

A few scattered misty clouds, light and fluttering like ribbons, are scattered above.

And under the clear sky, there was a parked black car on the side of the street at the entrance of Sengu.

The rear door of the car was opened, and a girl wearing a summer student uniform of Moriya leaned out of the car with her beautiful legs, white legs, calf socks, and pure white shoes lightly stepped on the ground.

The girl's upper body also leaned out of the car door in a short time afterwards.

But it stopped soon.

With a half-up posture, she stopped at the door of the car.

"..."

"..."

Slender waist, youthful chest, white uniform collar, delicate neck exposed, and the girl's stunning face under the light.

familiar face.

Thin and soft lips, small nose, eyes as pure as clear springs.

Tetsubun Hirakawa maintained the posture of turning around to look, and Shiori Shinohara maintained the posture of half getting up from the car.

The eyes of the two met, and time seemed to be frozen for a moment.

On the morning of the seventh day after parting, at the gate of Moriya's school, under the sky that was so empty and refreshing, the two met abruptly, not fully prepared and unprepared.

Hirakawa Tetsubun didn't know the expression on his face at the moment, but he did see Shiori Shinohara's expressionless face.

Time resumed flowing, but the girl's expression remained unchanged.

She stepped out of the car calmly, clutching a sheet of music and her golden trumpet.

She didn't walk towards him immediately, but stopped at the place where she got off the car, stretching out her hand to gently arrange the possibly wrinkled uniform and possibly messy hair.

After tidying up, the dignified young lady walked towards him with her expression unchanged, almost indifferent.

"..."

"..."

Then, when Hirakawa Tetsufumi's voice was still stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to speak, his clear voice didn't fluctuate too much. It was just such a polite greeting without any emotion mixed in. .

"Mr. Hirakawa, good morning."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi opened his mouth.

"Shizhi..."

The habitual address, after saying it, quickly got stuck.

Then, under the gaze of Shiori Shinohara's plain gaze, he changed his words silently.

"Shinohara-san... good morning."

"Ah."

This is how they met after being separated for a long time, and there seems to be nothing unusual.

However, this is the biggest anomaly.

……

Hirakawa Tetsufumi and Shinohara Shiori walked into the campus together.

The distance was two meters, and there was no conversation at all except for the greeting and Hirakawa Tetsufumi's "Xiaoyuan-san, how are you?"

Shinohara Shiori didn't answer him.

The sound of silent footsteps extended from the school gate to the shoe cabinet, then to the club building, up the stairs, and into the concert hall.

Nothing happened.

The anger, crying, or what Hirakawa Tetsuwen expected did not happen.

As for the conversations that had been simulated in his mind, "have a good talk" and the like, there were none at all.

They seem to be strangers.

Leaning against the wall of the activity room, Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at the girl sitting on the fan seat, and was completely silent.

In this activity room where there were only the two of them, the silence continued to linger, only the sound of turning over the music score remained.

The air was also dull.

……

Other sounds came after a few minutes.

The doorway, the golden light path formed by the sunlight extending from the open door, was blocked by shadows.

A petite figure walked in, stepping on light and shadow.

"Xiaoyuan-san, it's you so early again today."

Hirakawa Tetsufu turned his head and looked, the person who came was Ogasa Suzuki who had been replacing him since he left Tokyo.

Shiori Shinohara, who was sitting on the seat, also looked away from the music score. She stood up and said hello politely.

"Mr. Ogasa, good morning."

"Well, good morning."

Ogasa Suzuki nodded to her, and then continued walking towards Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

After walking a few steps, Suzuki Ogasa, who was clearly wearing gold-rimmed glasses but seemed to be without them, finally spotted him standing against the wall.

"Eh--?"

In the lovely shocked tone, the naturally dumb teacher didn't notice the slightly weird atmosphere in this concert hall.

"Teacher Hirakawa, are you back?"

She raised her glasses, walked over, looked him up and down, then raised her face and tilted her head slightly, waiting for his reply.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi stopped leaning against the wall and stood up a little straighter.

There was a slight polite smile on his face.

"Well, Teacher Xiaoli, I'm back."

"Is everything about Mr. Hirakawa finished?"

"...Well, it's almost over." When he said that the process was over, Hirakawa Zhewen vaguely saw the girl sitting over there, and glanced at him.

"..."

His words paused in this glance, and then he turned his attention back, and continued to smile at Ogasa Suzuki's concerns.

"When I'm not around these few days, please trouble Mrs. Xiaoli."

"Huh~~" is a wavy tone that rises and falls, expressing negation.

Ogasa Suzuki shook her head: "It's okay, Mr. Hirakawa has something to do, and he's not too tired."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Xiaoli. After that, this kind of thing should never happen to me again."

"That's good. That's right, the Tokyo Metropolitan Games is about to start, Mr. Hirakawa, remember?"

"Of course I remember, the 26th."

"Yeah!" Ogasa Suzuki nodded with satisfaction and vigorously, "Teacher Hirakawa, please do your best."

Hirakawa Zhewen also smiled as brightly as possible: "Well, yes."

"..."

After chatting with Ogasa Suzuki for a while, the two stopped communicating as the students arrived.

After the roll call was finished, Suzuki Ogasa began to direct the sub-parts, and Tetsufumi Hirakawa began to patrol around idly.

When patrolling, he could hear the familiar and loud trumpet sound on the rooftop.

The sound of a trumpet that he had listened to at close quarters.

He hugged Shiori Shinohara in his arms, and let the girl practice in his arms willfully.

When Shiori Shinohara was practicing, he childishly reached out and scratched the girl's waist, making her curl up in his arms.

Or, when she was exhausted from practicing, kissed her lips, kissed the exhausted girl until she couldn't breathe, collapsed into his arms, and then proudly told her that he had won .

At that time, he still remembered the flush on the girl's fair face, the eyes that refused to admit defeat, and the dissatisfied tone that said he was "taking advantage of the situation".

……

On the rooftop separated by only one floor of the ceiling, although it was only a few days, many things happened between the two people who were intimate and stuck together all the time.

However, Hirakawa Zhewen's state of mind when he heard the familiar trumpet sound again at this moment is completely different from that at that time.

The sweet candy was gone, and all he was left with was poison that made his stomach sour.

such as--

At noon and lunch time, eating a bento bought from a convenience store, I naturally began to recall those few days in my mind, the bento that the young lady made for him with all my heart, which can only be said to be "eatable" .

Although the bento at the convenience store was actually much more delicious than the one made by the lady, Hirakawa Tetsufumi, who was eating the bento again at the moment, felt that everything was boring.

The reality after waking up from the dream, everything feels heavy.

……

During the practice time in the afternoon, Hirakawa Zhewen could almost be described as muddled.

He overestimated himself.

In Kyoto, far away from Tokyo, he seemed to be able to easily say "it must end".

However, when the memories of the two floated in front of his eyes along with the familiar scene, he once again fell into a difficult situation.

'After it's over, can he really accept it? '

Such dangerous thoughts can even surface occasionally.

He decided he couldn't delay any longer.

Before the afternoon's practice time was over, he took to the roof.

……

Pushing open the door of the roof, the golden sunlight with brilliant colors in the afternoon, and the unobstructed blue sky, come directly into the eyes.

On the familiar rooftop, the sound of the trumpet resounded in my ears.And in the center of the rooftop, the girl is so beautiful that she looks like a back figure walking out of a dream.

Holding the trumpet, she didn't notice him coming behind her.

Hirakawa Zhewen just looked at her quietly, and then, at a certain moment, there was an impulse in his heart that he was all too familiar with——

Go up, hug her in his arms, bury his face on her snow-white neck, greedily sniffing her good smell.

"..."

He suppressed the urge.

The "Shizhi" that almost blurted out was swallowed again, and it became——

"Student Shinohara."

"..."

The sound of playing stopped abruptly.

Shinohara Shiori turned around.

The wind that passed through the roof blew the hair on her forehead, and a few strands of hair were stained with sweat and stuck to her face.

The light shone on her side face, and there was no superfluous expression on her face - neither was the eyes staring at him.

(End of this chapter)