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

Chapter 344 Running to the Final Chapter: Shinohara ([-])

It was really hard for Hirakawa Tetsubun to refuse Shinohara Shiori's request.

"After Hirakawa-sensei left Moriya, Shiori hardly had time to meet Hirakawa-sensei."

"When Hirakawa-sensei was with Hazuki-san, Shiori was in class."

"When Hirakawa-sensei was with Hisata-sensei, Shiori was in the wind section."

"Teacher Hirakawa is..."

"Okay, Shiori don't talk... I know. But..."

"I know that Mr. Hirakawa has concerns, but it's fine as long as you become an instructor in the playing department, is that okay?"

"instructor?"

"Well, as long as Hirakawa-sensei continues to serve as the instructor. It's okay to treat it as Shiori's willfulness. I want Hirakawa-sensei to spend time with Shiori."

"..."

This is probably the reason, so, after a period of consideration, in April, at the beginning of the new semester, under the arrangement of Miss Shinohara, Tetsufumi Hirakawa returned to Moritani and became the instructor of the Moritani Piano Department.

Can't refuse.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi's return indeed aroused many voices from the students in the performance department.The instructor who walked on the stage of the national competition together immediately aroused the exclamation of the students the moment he entered the performance department.

The former students are still there, from the first and second grades to the second and third grades, and many familiar faces have also become voice directors of various voices.

The first-year freshmen were talking quietly and asking each other who his instructor was like when he took over the performance department again.

"It's nostalgic."

"What do you miss?"

"Back to the familiar place again."

"anything else?"

"There's still time to spend with Shiori."

On the rooftop in the afternoon, I looked up at the clear sky in April, and the unstoppable wind was blowing in front of me, blowing the hair of the girl in my arms.

Hirakawa Tetsubun stretched out his hand, his fingertips brushed across the girl's delicate cheeks, and gathered her hair back together.

"Ms. Hirakawa, do you still remember this place?"

"How could I forget?"

"Is it a dream?"

"But it's not a dream."

Shiori Shinohara leaned against Tetsufumi Hirakawa, and the body she was leaning on behind was so familiar to the touch.It brings people back to the dreamy and hot August of last year.

She clenched the golden trumpet that reflected the brilliant light in her hand.

"Why did Mr. Hirakawa come up? He is obviously the instructor, so he should be instructing the students, right?"

"What are you talking about? My eldest lady is inexplicably getting into trouble again?"

The corners of Shinohara Shiori's mouth raised slightly, but she didn't speak.

Tetsubun Hirakawa said, "Then Shiori, the band leader, is also here?"

"Shiori is a soloist, and Mr. Xiaoli has already approved it, let Shiori practice alone."

"It's still a solo."

"Of course." Miss Shinohara's tone was so natural, "What about Mr. Hirakawa?"

"I just found a reason and left, anyway..." Hirakawa Tetsufumi put his arm around Shinohara Shiori's slender waist, "I didn't care much about the daily practice of the wind performance department. And, now The flute section is much better than before, and I don't have anything to do with it."

"Of course, the most important thing is..." I couldn't help but move my hand up quietly, wrinkling the student's uniform, "I'm not going back to the performance department just to accompany Shiori."

Feeling itchy, Shiori Shinohara completely leaned her whole body on Hirakawa.

"Ms. Hirakawa is disturbing Shiori's practice."

"There's no need to bother, this is exercising the power of the instructor to guide Shiori alone."

"Guiding what?" Shinohara Shiori left the trumpet with one hand, and grabbed the hand that was touching her beating heart.

"Exercising Shiori's anti-interference ability, how to practice with peace of mind in the constant interruption...Okay, stop, the more you talk, the more strange it becomes, a bit hentai." Hirakawa Tetsuwen sighed, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of rhetoric can only be found in strange books... He must have been led badly by Ye Yue to say such words.

As a result, after a while, Hirakawa Tetsubun inadvertently took a look at Miss Shinohara, who was collapsed in his arms, only to find that this girl's exquisite face was scalding hot, her rosy lips parted a little, and she gasped slightly.

"...Shiori?" Hirakawa Tetsufumi stopped what he was doing.

"Teacher Hirakawa..." Miss Xiaoyuan's pronunciation was a little vague, she turned around, raised her face, and kissed him on the lips.

"..."

On the empty rooftop, only the sky and the wind witnessed their kiss.

Also, Tetsubun Hirakawa discovered that Miss Shinohara is very interested in the idea of ​​touching taboos...

The eldest lady who is always restrained has a natural pursuit of the taboo of crossing the line, right?

……

Since Hirakawa Tetsubun returned to the performance department, he and Shinohara Shiori have spent more and more time together, practicing together on the rooftop, and walking on the campus aisle in the sunset together after school.

The slanting sunset elongated the figures of the two who were getting closer and closer, casting shadows in the distance.

"Teacher Hirakawa, I have a question for you."

"what?"

Hirakawa Tetsubun stared at the side face of the girl next to him, which was illuminated by the dim light, which was extraordinarily charming.

"When you mention the sunset, what do you think of?" The girl turned around and smiled.

"Eh?" I was caught off guard for a moment, and then Hirakawa Zhewen also chuckled, "What...ask this."

"So, what's your answer?"

"Hmm..." Hirakawa Tetsuwen thought for a while, "The orange-yellow sunset brings a touch of nostalgic warmth to everything, even the guillotine—it's still good. Where's Shiori?"

"Shiori's answer is Mr. Hirakawa."

"Huh? Why me?"

"Because what happened to Teacher Pingchuan always happened at this time."

"Always?"

"Yes, always."

"That's it... Then, when you mention me, what does Shiori think of?"

"Well... the answer is like it."

"I guessed it right."

"What about Mr. Hirakawa?"

"When it comes to liking...of course it's Shiori."

"And..." Shinohara Shiori wanted to say something with his eyes.

"Stop." Hirakawa Tetsuwen stopped him in time, "I knew Shiori would say that."

"That's what it was... the terrible Hirakawa-sensei."

"Yes." Hirakawa Tetsufumi nodded, "but now is Shiori's time."

"Shiori's time?"

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

The campus aisle after school, under the dim light of the setting sun, the wind in May blows gently, and the heat in June is quietly accumulating.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen walked with the girl beside him, one cheek was hot under the long-term sunlight of the evening sun.

A beautiful girl with a neat white shirt, her footsteps are gradually falling into the same line tacitly, and her swaying hands will gently brush past when they are at the lowest point.

The tickling-like touch from the back of the hand, the indistinct touch, tugged at the heartstrings, and the heart beat continuously.

Looking at each other and walking forward, those pure eyes, the love that was unconsciously revealed when they blinked, although they didn't say anything, it seemed that they had said everything.

Hirakawa Zhewen glanced forward, there was a student in front of him, not too close or too far away.

He looked back again, the extended road, only illuminated, empty.

He looked at the young lady next to him again.

She has quietly turned her face away, no longer looking at him.

The fair side face, the stunning side face, was slightly blushing.The white shirt sets off her small undulating and lovely figure, and the slender neck at the neckline is as white as snow.

Every part of this eldest lady's body is so beautiful that it is unbelievable.

Even the fingertips - Hirakawa Zhewen looked down at the white and tender hand that gently brushed the back of his hand, even the fingertips were glowing with a beautiful color.

The scenery at dusk, the familiar campus aisle, the sun was burning my head, and the slightly restless wind was blowing hard to calm down.

Everything is so coincidental and heart-pounding.

Hirakawa Tetsubun stretched out an index finger to touch the girl's hand.

hooked.

He hooked the index finger of the girl's hand that kept swinging and brushing against the back of his hand, bringing a faint tingling sensation.

The light touch, just one finger, put together, Hirakawa Zhewen suddenly felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest at this moment.

Obviously, those things that are one step closer have been done, but today, in the aisle when school is over, the overlapping index fingers that are lightly hooked together suddenly made Hirakawa Zhewen's heart beat.

This is hazy, green, with a good taste.

Hirakawa Zhewen swallowed, his throat was already dry, fine sweat appeared on his hot head, the wind finally brought a slight coolness, and even his fingertips were sweating.

But the fingers are still hooked.

Hirakawa Tetsubun glanced forward, the female student walking in front stepped lightly without turning back.He looked at the girl next to him again, but she only gave him a side profile, and she never looked over.

However, that fair side face was obviously more crimson.

Shinohara Shiori, Miss Shinohara.

"Shiori."

Hirakawa Tetsubun leaned over slightly and whispered in the girl's ear.

Shiori Shinohara tilted her head slightly and listened.

"I don't know if I told Shiori..."

"Speaking of which, Shiori is my first love..."

"..."

Towards the setting sun falling into the sky, sheds the last light.The female student in front seemed to have a premonition, and she glanced back.

A male teacher, a female student, and nothing else.

She looked forward again.

As a result, the fingers that had been separated in a short moment were quietly hooked again in a place where no one was watching.

　There is no pressure of full attendance this month, and the number of words has become a bit random...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)