Love Comes After Learning

"...I have already considered it, and it will not affect my studies." Asada Shinichi lowered his eyes, and the regular rhythm was muffled on the desktop.

"Your job is to let them graduate, right? Then you can rest assured. If it doesn't work, I can help."

Fuutarou Uesugi swallowed the food in his mouth forcefully, and said to him seriously.

"I said it before, no need. Tutoring is my job, don't interfere."

"...I'm too lazy to interfere." Asada half-raised his eyebrows, and returned his gaze without flinching, "Conversely, don't interfere with my committee."

Uesugi suddenly smiled and shrugged.

"I knew you would say that, but unfortunately, I am a soft-spoken person, so I can't interfere at all."

"Then..." The other party's temptation was flatly rejected by him, and Asada was now curious about what else Uesugi wanted to say.

"It's one thing to teach people, but it's another thing if someone affects students' enthusiasm for learning..." Uesugi suddenly raised a smile, and said to Asada with a smile, "I didn't expect that, you self-proclaimed educator , There are also guys who are teaching students, and they will use this method to make other people's students not study hard.

Just like the electronic playground after class, it is the most annoying existence for parents and teachers, isn't it? "

He gnawed the fried noodle bread in twos and wiped his mouth, his pointed sneer became more clear in the wind.

"It's so ironic, you who gave me teaching notes and let me get started with tutoring work in the fastest way are now the biggest obstacle for me to teach students...

By the way, let me tell you one more "good thing" by the way. "

The smile on his face subsided, he squeezed the packaging bag tightly, and Fuutarou Uesugi spoke word by word.

"If they fail the mid-term exam, I will lose the job."

Asada's expression gradually disappeared, and he stared at the stagnant knocking on the table under his index finger, without saying a word.

"I'm telling you this not to sell you, but to tell you honestly."

Uesugi stood up and stared at him with his head down, his eyes under his thick bangs were as sharp and resolute as a sword.

"I've been cornered, and I'll do whatever it takes to get in the way of my job."

"If they pay me, I will give them grades. Even if they are unable to do anything now, I will try my best to make them study spontaneously... You also wrote it in your notes, right? This is the teacher's duty.

"For students, learning is more important than anything; for me, the results of learning are reflected in grades."

"Then neither you nor your committee will let my students' grades drop!"

He left the stone table, walked behind Asada, and stood with his back to him.

"Remember what I said at the beginning?"

——Is it possible for an idiot to balance study and club activities... or, in other words, the affairs of the forest school?

"I'm telling you now, those five idiots will never do that kind of thing!"

Uesugi Fuutarou made such a decisive and confident conclusion in the increasingly strong wind.

The confidence in it is unwavering.

——The confidence in those five people who have no learning ability, only this is stronger than anything else.

He was so firm that Asada's eardrums tingled slightly, his index finger slowly withdrew his palm, and clenched tightly, veins appeared on the back of his fist, as tense and serious as his expression.

This feeling... reminded him of the quarrel with Teacher Kirisu in the courtyard.

It is precisely because of the memory that he can keep calm now, not directly grab Uesugi's collar, talk to him about the miracle of hard work, and don't look down on them.

After all, at this moment, Uesugi Fuutarou is their "educator"; if he relied on his own beliefs to question his statement, wouldn't he repeat the same mistakes and act as arrogantly as that time?

Furthermore, does he really have the position to raise such a question?Extracurricular activities are more important than study or something...

He spends more than half of his life studying, questioning this is like questioning his own life.

Asada gritted his teeth, his mind was in chaos, trying to sort out some thoughts.

He had to clarify his thoughts before he was qualified to refute the extremely firm Uesugi Fuutarou at the moment.

However, Uesugi didn't give him this chance, but stepped towards the iron gate.

"The favor of fried noodles and bread, I will pay it back now."

As he walked, he said, and opened the iron gate.

"For them now, is grades important, or whether they can graduate?"

"For their parents, what is important is the current grades, or the future where they can graduate safely?"

"If you really want to treat them well, you should think about this carefully—Master Chairman."

boom.

The door was closed.

On the rooftop, only Asada was left in deep thought.

The wind and sand rolled by, silently moving

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In the conference room after school, Asada did not show any abnormality, but just worked with them as usual.

There are some things that cannot be answered in a hurry. Asada found that he was too anxious before, wanting to get results and make choices as soon as possible. In retrospect, he found that he has the ability to make this story more interesting. Perfect, but can never go back and modify.

Perhaps only a life full of regrets can make people look forward to the future—looking forward to a future that no longer regrets.

Time flowed slowly, and at some point, the sun had set, and the five of them bid farewell to him and went back first, while Asada was still handling official business in his seat.

Sometimes he doesn't want to take the documents home, so he will work a little overtime, otherwise he usually leaves with them.

Staying alone in this small conference room, the air is a quieter orange than usual, and the dazzling orange light reflected from the window carries the brilliance before night, dyeing the neat pile of documents on the table with a layer of floating golden ink.

Gently put down the pen, the small but clear voice rang in my ears.

"call……"

With a long sigh of relief, after completing today's official duties perfectly, Asada Shinichi rubbed his eyes, lay down on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

Even if the air conditioner is not turned on, the air in the room is still warm and pleasant, as if a wool blanket is wrapped around the body, the nerves are gradually relaxed under the warm temperature, and the consciousness is drowsy.

When his eyelids were closed, he remembered the conversation on the rooftop.

Fuutarou Uesugi has the confidence that the quintuplets will never be able to balance study and activities, so what does Shinichi Asada have?

Confidence in them that they will be able to run the event well, and confidence that this committee will definitely be able to run the forest school well.

—Yes, so what?

Uesugi's voice seemed to echo in his heart.

What about after getting the conduct score and graduating?Studying is a student's duty. If they can't even do the simplest things like this, what can they do after leaving school?Is one forest school enough for them to overcome all difficulties?Although grades cannot determine their future achievements, at least for now, this is their label in the eyes of adults.

In the beautiful campus life, the cruelty of social reality is bloodyly torn out, and the leisurely and illusory vision is ruthlessly broken - Fuutarou Uesugi is such an annoying person, no wonder he has no friends, is gloomy, has long bangs, and is arrogant Bizarre, sports idiot!

Complaining in his heart, Asada didn't have the confidence to refute his extremely honest words - what to do after graduation, what to do, has always been the most confusing topic for most high school students.

Even he, apart from studying and studying, has no goals, no dreams.

"I thought of something annoying..."

Forcibly interrupting his sideways thinking, Asada slowly opened his eyes, sighed softly with a tired expression, stretched out his hand, wanted to pick up his black teacup, and drank the last bit of tea.

The other fair hand took the teacup away first, took out the green tea pot from the cupboard, and started to make tea.

Asada's eyes widened in an instant, and quickly let Ge You's paralyzed sitting posture return to an upright position. The tiredness and dullness on his face were swept away, and it turned into a calm and indestructible like a rock.

Facing the slender and mysterious girl from the back, he put his hands on the table and spoke calmly.

"When did you come back, Sanjiu?"

The voice fell, but the air remained silent.

Not long after, the tea was brewed, holding one black and one blue teacup, Sanjiu struggled to hook a chair beside him, sat down, let out a breath before responding.

"Just now... I forgot to take something, so I came back."

Taking his teacup from her hand, Asada thanked him, then asked again.

"What? What about the others?"

Sanjiu glanced at him lightly, with no emotion on his expression, and didn't speak, but just picked up the teacup and took a sip of the steaming green tea.

Bai Jing's neck with earphones hanging on her head leaned forward slightly, her mid-length pink hair was pushed behind her ears, and thin white smoke enveloped her quiet and beautiful side face. After staring blankly for a moment, Asada turned her head back silently, I took a sip of the bitter, hot green tea.

"His..."

The world seemed to be at a standstill amidst the quiet sound of sipping tea, and Asada's concealed expression softened unconsciously.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned lightly on the back of the chair, and just relaxed his mind like this, silently savoring the leisure of drinking tea with her side by side.

The sunset outside the window is falling bit by bit. For some reason, I can't feel the flow of time.

"... Shinichi, let me give you a massage."

Suddenly, Sanjiu spoke in such a calm and soft voice.

Asada looked at her in surprise, she hid her face behind her long hair, so she couldn't see her expression, only the white fingertips exposed by the too long sleeves were slowly rubbing the pattern of the blue teacup.

His head was dyed blank by the comfortable atmosphere just now. At this moment, Asada really didn't want to think too much, and he didn't want to consider issues like keeping a distance, so he just nodded casually.

"Then please."

"Hmm... hands."

After a brief reply, they put down their teacups.Asada stretched out his left hand to the side, and the chairs of the two were inadvertently pressed together. Sanjiu leaned over slightly, holding his palm, and his head was less than fifty centimeters away from his shoulder.

The two didn't look at each other, one looked out the window, and the other looked at his open palm.

Then, the white and tender fingers began to rub together between his fingers and palm.

"I read some books on Chinese medicine, and I heard that this acupuncture point can relax people... and has the effect of relieving fatigue..."

She explained softly, but the roots of her ears turned red slightly, and a pair of blue eyes stared at the place where she touched his fingers, unconsciously holding her breath, only feeling that her fingertips were slightly warm, The big palm with well-defined joints is as warm as a hot water bottle.

Is it because we touched the teacups just now?This kind of contact is the first time...

Her heart was beating violently, but she remained calm, for fear that Asada saw something and refused to let her continue to massage.

Carefully keeping her movements calm and proper, she also whispered.

"Shinichi, I was in a daze a lot today... what happened?"