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

The kiss that belonged to the eldest lady, Shiori Shinohara, was as hot as her hot emotions.

In such a fiery kiss, Tetsufumi Hirakawa hugged Shiori Shinohara tightly.

The breath that belongs to this eldest lady, the touch between the lips, the sweet taste, everything is conveyed in close contact.

Some are familiar and some are strange.

Familiarity is because this is not the first kiss between the two, and the experiences that belong to the two of them have been engraved deep in their minds.

The strangeness is because, in the past, if in reality, then Hirakawa Zhewen resisted... The sudden kiss, the sweet and sour kiss, the moment of contact, he was just dazed, and eager to leave.

And if it is a dream, for Hirakawa Zhewen, the kiss between the two will be covered with a dreamlike hazy filter, light and floating, like white dew bubbles.

Not anymore.

It's not a dream, it's not hazy, on the contrary it's very clear; it's reality, but it's not resisting, but immersed in this fiery kiss.

This was the first time they kissed in such a state, in such a calm, sober, and fiery state.

Her eyes were looking at him, reminding him.

Of course it happened a few days ago, the one who was with Hirakawa-sensei--Sensei Kuta.

"No, it's nothing." Shiori Shinohara shook her head quickly, her hesitant expression disappeared, and she smiled again, "Ms. Hirakawa, Shiori wants to say...Shiori likes you."

She, Shiori Shinohara, has been walking all the way, and finally got the response from the person she was looking forward to.

"Is that so?" Shinohara Shiori nodded slightly.

"Teacher Pingchuan..." The fiery tone just now brought a little hesitation.

"Ms. Hirakawa said the same thing before."

——In this sentence, accompanied by the crisp sound of the plate touching the table, the waitress put the two cups of tea they had just ordered in front of them.

"..."

……

So let's just let it go, shall we?

Now, everything is as she wishes.

Then, the first dream...

"..."

Tortuously came to the present, and came to the imagined future.

"By the way, Teacher Hirakawa." Speaking of the dream, Shiori Shinohara suddenly remembered that her head was turned at a small angle, and she could see the profile of Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

However, just thinking about it was interrupted unexpectedly.

"I never thought about leaving." Hirakawa Zhewen also leaned lightly on the girl's head, smelling the aroma of hair clearly from the tip of his nose.

"Shiori, why are you crying?"

Shiori Shinohara continued to smile, reaching out and grabbing Tetsufumi Hirakawa's hand that was about to wipe away tears.

As long as her Teacher Hirakawa belongs to her, that's all.

Still holding hands, but Shiori Shinohara moved away from Tetsufumi Hirakawa's shoulder.

——This is what he whispered in Shinohara Shiori's ear just now.

The sad past is no longer sad, and it will be covered with romantic colors. The fleeting fireworks of the summer festival have become the most splendid memories. The seaside at Christmas, mixed with the salty sea breeze under the morning sun, this teacher The sound of refusal seemed to be moving.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi has been immersed in getting along with Shinohara Shiori, imagining the future.

"It means that Shiori can't hide her liking for you at all... she can't help but say it."

"is it not OK?"

"...Why did you say something so solemn all of a sudden?" Hirakawa Zhewen stared at the girl with some doubts, and blinked.

In the scorching summer, the non-stop singing of cicadas, a girl who desperately wants to express her heart.

She stood at the door of the house, her eyes were red, and she had just cried.

"..."

……

"Just as Shiori has always restrained his liking for me, in fact, I have always restrained her liking for Shiori. Until now, the restrained liking in my heart is like a flood that bursts a bank, breaking through all obstacles, enduring I couldn’t stop expressing it to Shiori.”

The eyes are shining with crystal light, but there is a smile, and the corner of the mouth is also smiling.A good-looking, dignified and famous lady's smile.

Everything has changed.

It's just that this is a public place anyway, and although the backrests of the coffee shop chairs can block some eyes, you still need to be a little careful.

In fact, she didn't understand much, what is the relationship between the dream and accepting her, and——

Of course, this kind of thing doesn't matter, after all, it's someone I don't know at all.

"Ah."

In the response, the fingers clasped together.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen stopped looking.

Dignified, elegant, noble, but the only young lady who is so hot in front of her that her eyes melt everything, is really...

For example... a few days ago, three people came here together, and two girls were "jealous" because of him, but today, there is only one girl left... definitely going to gossip, right?

Accidentally sprained her foot, he carried her to the infirmary, this was the first intimate contact with her.

"Why didn't you enter the dreamland this time?"

He held Shiori Shinohara's lips and kissed them.

In a suitable afternoon, the quiet coffee shop only has small conversations from time to time and the crisp sound of iron spoons touching the cup wall.

"..."

"Shiori."

The love I blew in the square of Tokyo Station with the sound of the trumpet on the road show, the willful desire to get a preference.

——This kind of question wants to blurt out.

"Ah."

"Of course I know about this kind of thing, Shiori." Tetsufumi Hirakawa smiled and moved closer to the girl's face.

All expectations, all likes, all come true.

Sitting next to this young lady who put her whole body and mind on him, Hirakawa Tetsufumi enjoyed such a breath.

He likes her, likes everything about her, whether it's her delicate face, her fiery preference for him, or her small breasts... Even her somewhat bad personality is cute.

"..."

Shinohara Shiori looked at the teacher who held her hand tightly.

He wiped the last tear away with his thumb.

Hirakawa Tetsubun was stunned for a moment, and then, he was in a hurry to take out the hand held by Shiori Shinohara... But the girl didn't want him to let her go, she held her tightly.

It's Reya Hazuki.

The second dream...

Well, she's a winner.

His joy was actually no less than that of this eldest lady.

"Of course you can."

What's more, the situation of the two of them is a bit special. She just snatched her teacher Hirakawa back from his "ex-girlfriend".

This is the emotion of this eldest lady, and it is also his response to this young girl.

The time that was watching quietly in the dark no longer exists, and those tortuous experiences that were broken together with the dream have also become the witness that the two can come together.

Shiori Shinohara couldn't help approaching Tetsufumi Hirakawa again, and leaned her head lightly on his shoulder, with her long hair hanging down her back.

If in the future, I could be with her, this lovely young lady... just thinking about it, I couldn't help smiling, and my heart was beating vigorously.

'What about you and Hisada-sensei? '

Of course, what is essential is the gossiping eyes of this young waitress.

The sight that swept across the coffee shop at random, suddenly glanced, and caught a glimpse of something.

"Yeah." Shinohara Shiori nodded, quite forcefully, and the long hair behind her also nodded, "Because Shiori has been waiting for this day for a long time."

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsubun put his hand on Shinohara Shiori's cheek, touching her delicate and tender face.

In a daze, Shiori Shinohara seemed to have returned to the very beginning, the afternoon that symbolized the beginning of everything.

So with a slight twitch of his hand, he pulled it out of the girl's hand.

That's right, the experience of getting along with this girl, a little bit of liking that can't be fully expressed is brewing.

What he saw was a girl sitting quietly in the distance, hiding her face with a peaked cap pressed down—however, the familiar figure could be recognized no matter what.

This time, both hands were held by her.

The dim sunset light slanted on the back of the teacher who left her house, and the shadow was stretched very long.

"I like Shiori too."

Then, suddenly, that "Lolita" shattered the already clear heart.

"Speaking of which, Shiori still doesn't know what the dream is?"

"Okay." Shinohara Shiori didn't mind.

"However, why don't you wipe your tears?" He asked tentatively.

She sat up a little straighter, looking directly into his eyes.

The liking was secretly accumulated in his heart until today, in reality, Hirakawa Zhewen finally took the hand of the young lady and kissed her lips.

However, she must be whispering something in her heart, right?

"Mr. Hirakawa, this time, Shiori won't let you leave again."

"Shiori didn't cry."

However, in this situation, the two who have just come together with difficulty, would it be very inappropriate to ask such a question?
It's as if you just confessed successfully, and when you get together, you ask the other party, "How is your ex-girlfriend?", like this.

Hirakawa Zhewen responded to her gaze with incomparable clarity, but also with unconcealable liking...a preference for her.

"All right."

After all, for her Teacher Pingchuan, making such a difficult decision should be very tangled, right?
At this time, it is more appropriate to show the tenderness of being a girlfriend, or in other words, the generosity of a winner.

After the reorganization, she was determined to be more tenacious than before, and decided that she knew that her heart was not enough, so she wanted to tell him what she liked.

Although Mr. Pingchuan belonged to someone else for a short time, and he also had an ex-girlfriend, it was a bit reconciled to think about this kind of thing.

The eldest lady who watched him did not refute.

It's just that Miss Shinohara, who caught the faint gossip in her eyes... the fluctuation in her eyes must be thinking of something.

The joyful mood turned into a heartbeat that beat faster and faster, about to jump out of his chest.The crystal-clear gaze, with substance, overflowed from the clear eyes.

There is also the waiting at the school gate in the early morning, waiting for him to come to him through the shade of the trees.

"Shiori should be happy."

——That's right, in Shinohara Shiori's heart, since her teacher Hirakawa was already sitting here, he responded to her, held her hand, and kissed her.

In the summer vacation, only two people strolled along the campus aisle, and the straightforward emotions wandered under the blue sky.

"..."

Then, the fiery heart ushered in a firm rejection.

Not a dream, but a response to reality.

After a while, the two separated, and it was Hirakawa Zhewen who pushed them away on his own initiative...Of course there was no accident.

Ok……

Immersed in the fantasy of happiness, it is finally about to break.

The love that made up his mind and broke through all obstacles was as intense as that summer festival, the girl who was desperate to keep him by her side.

"Please enjoy."

"Well, Mr. Hirakawa." In the girl's crystal clear eyes, there is nothing more fiery, and the love that can be felt just by looking at each other.

The slight coolness of the lips being blown by the air, and the tactile sensation of the body's close contact.

She recalled the conversation between her and her mother in the living room, and recalled the emotions in her heart at the moment when her mother nodded... Then, she looked at the back of the figure who had gone far away and was about to be invisible.

then……

"..." Hirakawa Zhewen was embarrassed for a moment, and then said, "That was a dream, it was different."

"Are you so happy that you are going to cry?" Hirakawa Zhewen said, moving his hand to wipe the tears on the other side of the girl.

Yes, this is real, not a dream.

"..."

Tetsubun Hirakawa put his hand on Miss Shinohara's shoulder who seemed about to pounce on him again.

He put down his hand, and took the initiative to hold Shiori Shinohara's hand.

What else can you think of when you see this waiter?

"What's wrong, Shiori?" Hirakawa Tetsufumi looked at Shinohara Shiori who hesitated to speak.

"..."

"Hmm..." Hirakawa Tetsufumi pondered for a moment, "It may be a bit complicated to say, so I'll talk to Shiori about it later?"

Maybe it will be used as a talking point to colleagues.

But he didn't give up.

So of course, he must have chosen her between Mr. Kuta and her, right?
Then, of course Hisada-sensei is Hirakawa-sensei's ex-girlfriend.

"..."

She ran her hands through her long hair.

In this reassuring kiss, all doubts dissipated, Shinohara Shiori didn't want to care about things that might upset her.

But it doesn't matter, the first person to be together, and the final winner, is her.

Such an environment is perfect for couples to lean on each other.

"Okay, I get it." Looking at the smiling girl with tears in her eyes, Tetsufumi Hirakawa also laughed, "I got it, Shiori."

Now, she can lean on the teacher's side calmly, and nothing else matters.

The warmth in your hands, the warmth that you don't want to let go.

The brain started to heat up after the kiss, and the body seemed to melt, trying to merge with the teacher in front of him.

"..."

Fortunately, after putting it down, he looked at them quietly and left.

Hirakawa Zhewen hurriedly used his other hand to touch the cold teardrops overflowing from the eldest lady, and gently wiped them away.

From the class to the performance department, from the bus ride together to the concert hall where we sleep together... Daily getting along, the hazy emotions become clear.

From that moment, the story of her and this teacher was set.

"Because, I have already decided to accept Shizhi, and there is no need for dreams to maintain the relationship between us."

Tetsubun Hirakawa sat, holding Shiori Shinohara in his arms, and was stunned for a long time.

"..."

"..."

"Shiori, actually... I still like Hisada."

he said suddenly.