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

Chapter 296
The gray-white sky, emitting gray-white light, passed through the open door and fell on the entrance.

In the dim light, Hirakawa Zhewen stood where he was, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

The screen was on, and the word "Mo Shu" was written on it.

It's Jasmine's call.

Jasmine...

Hirakawa Zhewen looked down, looking at the incoming call above.

Haven't connected for a long time.

Only the mobile phone in his hand was vibrating and ringing, echoing in the empty home.

Every time it reverberated, Hirakawa Zhewen felt as if his heart was being held by something, pinching and oppressing his heart fiercely.

The heartbeat sounded like a dull, rapid drumbeat.His chest seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't breathe, as if he was drowning.

The brain is dizzy, light-headed, and top-heavy.

In front of my eyes, it was gradually gray, and everything was going away, only the mobile phone in my hand was left, which kept vibrating, ringing, and with the word "Moshu" written on it.

Perception has also become abnormal.

The ringtone is distant and ethereal, and it seems to grow longer.

Hirakawa Zhewen's legs were a little weak, and he couldn't stand up anymore. He squatted down and sat on the partition steps at the entrance.

Dreams, reality, and memories are intertwined in my mind.

In the dream, it was Shinohara Shiori, a girl with a fantasy-like stunning face and a flawless white body, her small cute breasts, and slender and straight legs under the skirt.

Her heartbeat, her passionate love, her confession.

There are also summer festivals, fireworks, sunrise by the sea, and, facing the Tokyo Tower on Christmas Eve, the girl eats orange-flavored candy, and once again kisses sour and sweet with orange flavor.

A beautiful dream, the dream of only the girl in his eyes, an intoxicating dream.

However... such dreams are fading away and shattering.

Everything in reality is Kuta Moshu, his girlfriend, and her Moshu.

A gentle and considerate teacher who always tolerates his teacher.

And the phone from her, the vibrating, ringing cell phone that was always in his hand now.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled...

It's like a drowning person who sinks in the water, struggles to float up, and breathes heavily.

He took deep breaths over and over again, his rapid heartbeat, his heavy chest...

For a moment, when he opened his eyes, Hirakawa Zhewen looked at his hand... The long time was an illusion, and the phone was still ringing.

Hesitation, hesitation, and finally, with one last deep breath, he pressed the on button with sweaty, cold, stiff fingers.

The bell stopped.

The eardrums temporarily stopped vibrating, and the air became quiet.

In the brief moment of tranquility, his fingertips were soaked in cold sweat, feeling the coolness of the phone screen.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi let go of his stiff fingers, let go, and then grabbed them again.

Grabbing very hard, fingers squeezed the frame of the phone, the place where it touched turned white, and the phone trembled slightly in mid-air.

He raised the phone and put it to his ear.

The screen of the phone went dark, and then, the ears also felt the coldness.

"..."

"..."

"Zhe Wen?"

There should be a little smile in the familiar soft voice. The moment he heard the words, the image of Hisata holding the phone and smiling gently appeared in his mind.

"..."

Hirakawa Zhewen opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that his dry throat did not make a sound at the moment.

He closed his mouth and pursed his lips.

Then, he said the title with difficulty.

"Moshu."

The instant he spoke, there was a reply.

"Hmm—" the voice was drawn out cheerfully, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"...just noticed." Hirakawa Zhewen tried hard to keep his voice from shaking.

"okay."

Perhaps because of the phone call, even Kuta didn't notice the slight abnormality in his words, and skipped the question after briskly responding.

"How is my Zhewen, do you miss me?"

"Of course, of course I want to."

Hirakawa Zhewen squeezed out a smile on his pale face, trying his best to make his words easy.

"How much do you think?"

"It's...that's..."

The brain is a little slow, and the love words that should be blurted out in normal times are stuck now.

"It seems that I don't really want to."

"How come...Of course I miss my Mo Shu very much."

As he said that, Hirakawa Tetsuwen remembered something now, Miss Shinohara said it to him.

The heart is like a spring under the mountain, flowing through the forest without being seen, and surging without weir.

When thinking of this sentence, Hirakawa Tetsubun immediately clasped it with his free left hand, and tapped his forehead with the knuckles of his thumb.

After knocking, there was a sound in the ear.

"If you think of me, why didn't you reply to me all day yesterday, my Zhewen?"

The voice of Kuta Moshu from the phone seemed to be having a temper tantrum.

"This one……"

Tetsubun Hirakawa got stuck for a moment, his dizzy brain, which was occupied by the girl Shiori Shinohara, began to recall yesterday, trying to search for the few conversations he had with Hisada on the phone yesterday.

Finally recalled.

"Ah, this, didn't we have something to do yesterday... I told you, Mo Shu."

"Humph."

Hisata snorted softly, barely acknowledging the reason, but——

"You didn't answer my phone last night."

she continued.

"last night……"

Hirakawa Zhewen was stunned again.

last night, last night...

Now when he mentioned last night, he could only think of the kiss with Shiori Shinohara, her lips, her body with fragrance and moisture after bathing.

Through the faint and seductive scenery through the white shirt, the white thighs are exposed, and the pure white...

And, after taking off his shirt and underwear, he lay down on the bed, no matter what he did, his body responded passionately.

Such as cherry blossoms are delicate and gorgeous.

Whether it's hands, lips, or tongue, you can recall that charming feeling like a dream.

Besides... Mo Shu's phone number?

He was completely unimpressed.

"Last night...was there a call?"

Hirakawa Tetsubun asked in a daze.

"Of course there is." Being asked like this, Jiutian Moshu was even more dissatisfied, "Zhewen, line, you didn't call me back."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen didn't know what to say.

"That...sorry...I...I probably didn't notice."

He spoke in a low voice.

"..."

But this apology, the slight glance of the gentle governess at him—an imaginary picture—forgave him.

"Okay, forget it—Zhewen, did you solve yesterday's matter—yes, did something happen at work?"

Hirakawa Zhewen didn't know what to say, he was silent for a moment, speaking somewhat vaguely.

"It's not a matter of work... As for the solution... For the time being, there is no... Let me talk about it after I figure it out..."

The dream, the illusory dream... Although the dream is over, but ah, the leftovers from the dream are a bunch of things that can't be sorted out, the chaotic thoughts... have not been resolved at all.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi's head is a mess now.

"Well, okay." Kuta Moshu agreed.

"Then Zhewen, you should be going to work now, right?"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa glanced at the open door.

"Yes, ready to go out."

"I'm going to a meeting too, it's almost here."

"okay."

"However, this afternoon, my affairs are coming to an end. I have already bought a ticket back to Tokyo."

"...Are you coming back?"

"are you happy?"

"...My Moshu is coming back, of course I am happy."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen tried his best to make his voice sound happier.

"Miss you."

"I miss you too." Kuta Moshu said with a smile, "Okay, that's all for now. I'm coming. Are you going to work too?"

"Ah."

"Goodbye then."

"Bye-Bye."

"..."

"..."

"beep."

After a few minutes of talking, it was finally over.

Hirakawa Zhewen still held the mobile phone in his hand and put it next to his ear without moving.

After a few seconds, he slowly put it down and stared at the lit phone screen.

Watching, watching, he really felt a deep powerlessness.

A dream, a dream again, a hypnotic dream.

Falling into a dream again, having absurd things with Shinohara Shiori again, forgetting about Kuta, forgetting everything, sinking into a dream with her.

Absurd dream.

why?

Why do you fall into a dream again?

Brain chaos, confused thoughts, headaches.

After waking up and facing reality again, what should I do?

After these things happened with Shinohara Shiori again, how should he deal with the matter with Shinohara Shiori?
I don't understand.

And, how should he face his Mo Shu now?
It made him feel weak, hypoxic, and suffocated.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at the open door, and the light from the gray sky came in from outside the door.

He squatted on the partition steps at the entrance, holding his mobile phone, in a daze.

It wasn't until this time that he felt that his body was sweating, cold sweat.

The icy winter air coming in from the outdoors through the door made him feel the chill like falling into an abyss.

Hirakawa Zhewen shrank his body, and was too lazy to move again.

He put the phone by his side and continued to text for a while.

What to do, how to do, how to solve... Questions circled in his mind, he was tired.

Tetsubun Hirakawa suddenly wanted to escape, to forget everything about Shinohara and Kuta.

His already cold and stiff hands were propped up on both sides of his body and pressed to the ground.

Holding on like this, Hirakawa Zhewen slowly leaned his body back until the back of his head touched the cold and hard floor.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi lay on the ground at the entrance.

He doesn't want to think about anything anymore, whether it's a dream or reality, his brain doesn't want to think about anything now.

He just sensed the hard floor and looked out at the sky.

The brain is emptying, and the eyes are gradually becoming dull.

If possible, he really wanted to go on like this without thinking about anything.

The people passing by outside the door, the sight they cast, the clouds floating in the sky, the wind that suddenly blows, the rustling of leaves...

He emptied all his thoughts and lay quietly.

Several cats came over with silent steps, tilted their heads above him to look at him, stomped his head lightly with their paws, and walked away again.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen remained motionless.

The reality that I don't want to face, that I don't understand at all... It's better not to face it.

What is he going to do?

The girl who had all kinds of things happened again, the female teacher who was already together... What on earth should he do to properly handle everything now?

My mind is dizzy and light, I can't think about it, and I don't want to think about it.

If only someone could tell him.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen just wants to lie down now.

However, just thinking like this is not enough.

Now, after lying down for an unknown amount of time, Hirakawa Zhewen once again heard the buzzing and vibrating sound of the mobile phone, as well as the loud ringing of the mobile phone.

I don't want to move, I don't want to know who called, I don't want to answer.

His eyes were blank, he stared at the ceiling for a long time without expression, and the ringing ringing in his ears...

Hirakawa Tetsufumi closed his eyes again and took a deep breath.

On the hard and cold floor, he groped along with his right hand.

He touched the same cold cell phone.

Grabbing the phone, Hirakawa Zhewen put it in front of his eyes and glanced at it.

The caller is Saiko Ogasa... Is it something about the studio?
Hirakawa Tetsubun connected and put it to his ear.

Immediately, Saiko Ogasa's voice sounded.

"Teacher Pingchuan, may I ask why you haven't arrived yet?"

Although the wording was mild, the strictness in the tone could be heard, which was the case when Saiko Ogasasa was working.

Hirakawa Zhewen was a little irritable in his heart. It was the kind of irritability that could only be suppressed in his heart because he had nowhere to exert his strength in the face of unsolvable things and didn't know what to do.

But, obviously, this is his personal matter, and has nothing to do with work, and has nothing to do with Saiko Ogasasa.

Hirakawa Zhewen took a deep breath, trying his best to ease his emotions.

"Miss Ogasa... sorry."

he said softly.

"Today, can I ask for leave?"

"...asking for leave?" Saiko Ogasa was stunned, "Teacher Hirakawa, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, something happened and I shouldn't be able to work today."

With the work of writing scripts, since he doesn't want to think about anything, he is in a mess and just wants to empty his mind, even if he goes to the studio, it is completely useless.

"I will try my best to conceive it later and make up the script... For today, please take a short leave of absence, is that okay?"

Hirakawa Tetsufumi said calmly.

"Is that so..."

Saiko Ogasa, who was on the other side of the phone, pondered for a while.

"Well, well, if Mr. Hirakawa is not in good condition, it's better to take a rest first. After all, it's writing a script, so don't rush this kind of thing."

"Also, Matsushita-sensei hasn't finished drawing the script submitted by Mr. Hirakawa before, so it's okay for now."

"Then Teacher Pingchuan, can you take a good rest?"

"Yes." Hirakawa Tetsubun replied, "Thank you."

"No, you're welcome."

Saiko Ogasa responded.

"Is that the case? I'll go and talk to Mr. Matsushita about your leave."

"sorry to bother you."

"it's nothing."

"..."

"..."

The phone was hung up.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen let go of the phone, put it aside casually, and exhaled.

Now, what to do.

Looking at the gray sky, Hirakawa Tetsufumi felt very tired.

(End of this chapter)