I uninstalled Huangmao System

A little naive, a little troublesome, and clingy in line with his age, he is an out-and-out brat, but his eyes occasionally show a depth that is different from his age.

I have never seen such an incredible young man.

After a day's work, I was walking alone on the slope in front of the school. The training shouts of the sports club came from the direction of the school. I couldn't help but think of that boy, but I couldn't imagine him participating in the club.

Perhaps it is my stereotype, but he gives people the feeling that he is not good at sports, and this feeling probably comes from his acting alone, because I have never seen him walking with anyone in school, always alone. , walking alone.

...Really, why are you thinking about him again?

I tapped my cheek, trying to get the boy out of my mind.

I bought ingredients for dinner at the supermarket near my home. Bean sprouts were very cheap. I paid a considerable amount of money to that person and I had to save money this month.

Sometimes I also think, in fact, there is no need for me to interact with him anymore, but I am born with a lack of independent thinking, or I am resigned to it. I still choose to give money on the basis of knowing my own shortcomings. , from this aspect, I am indeed a hopeless woman.

However, even for a woman like me, there are people who say they like me without hesitation and say they will always be by my side.

"Guest...guest...?"

"Ah, yes!"

When I came back to my senses, I realized that it was my turn to queue up to check out. My face suddenly felt hot. After paying, I quickly left the supermarket with two large bags of bean sprouts and a box of discounted eggs.

When I got home and started preparing today's dinner, my phone on the table kept vibrating.

After just one glance, I felt my eyes blurred. I thought that person had appeared in front of me again. My hands and feet suddenly felt cold, fearing that there would be a knock on the door.

He picked up the phone tremblingly and confirmed the content of the message he received.

[That kid, seems to be your student, right? 】

For a moment, I seemed to have lost consciousness and lost contact with the world. It was as if my existence had been completely wiped out and I had become an empty shell with nothing left.

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In today's class, I was absent-minded and made frequent mistakes. Not only did I not set an example, but I asked the students to comfort me. It was really not decent.

Faced with the concern of these children, did I smile properly? I was so afraid that I would reveal negative emotions.

Afraid that I would scream hysterically in front of that boy like that day.

If possible, I want to be their ideal teacher.

But I understand that Aoi Aoi is not such a brave or gentle person.

It all stems from my timidity.

Back in the staff room, I opened my bag from time to time to check the cash wrapped in newspapers.

Here is 300 million yen, which is all my savings since working. If I hand over this money, I will be completely penniless, and I will not even be able to pay next month's rent.

After that, if he continues to threaten me, what should I hand over?

Let’s talk about that kind of thing when the time comes.

No matter what, I couldn't let him threaten my important students.

I have lost many things, money, courage, dignity.

Because I am a weak woman, I think in my heart that there is nothing I can do about it, and I have long since denied in my heart that I am a woman worthy of redemption.

However, none of this has anything to do with Jinguji-san.

I have never thought about protecting myself. For the first time, I want to protect someone with my own hands.

After school, I immediately picked up my bag and left the school quickly. Just as I was thinking about this matter, a young man blocked my way in front of the long ramp.

The warm winter sun shines on his face, giving it a layer of golden glow. He has a charming and beautiful face, and his dark eyes often reveal a depth that belies his age.

"Hey, teacher, can I go to your house tonight?"

I stood there, unable to respond to his expectations.

In fact, I couldn't even look him in the eye.

I rarely see him smiling in crowds, but when it's just me and him, I'm always attracted by his soft smile.

Then can I think that his smile is only willing to be seen by me?

It must not be like that.

I would rather believe that it is my excessive self-awareness than believe that he likes the self that I hate.

I ignored him and even made a cold voice. When I passed him, I felt the powerlessness and grief in my heart.

I realized that in addition to being weak, I was also an excessive woman with duplicity and insincerity.

I gave a cold shoulder to the students who had a crush on me, but I could not retaliate to the man who hurt me.

You really deserve it.

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It was a cold and windy night, in the agreed-upon uninhabited park, surrounded by overgrown weeds. I leaned against the slightly rusty iron frame of the swing, silently waiting for that person to arrive.

He was late.

This is indeed his style. I have long been accustomed to it and have even become numb to it. I continue to stand where I am without paying attention.

But all I was thinking about was guilt for that young man.

I don't know what I feel guilty about. I just feel that I am not as good a woman as he imagined. Just thinking of this makes me regretful and unable to breathe.

The street lights kept flashing, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply as time went by. Footsteps were heard not far away. I cheered up and clenched the bag on my shoulder.

The man appeared in front of me, with a smile on his face that made me uneasy. At this moment, I was shocked to realize how pure the boy's smile was.

But what this person wanted to do was to destroy Jinguji-san’s smile.

From now on, I will still be deeply trapped in the haze he gave me, let down my parents who gave birth to me and raised me, let down Jinguji classmates’ persuasion, and will still be a stupid woman who deserves what she deserves.

Is this the life I want?

... Anyone can come and beat me awake and scold me.

For the first time, I looked forward to it so strongly.

No, not everyone is good.

I know it in my heart.

I want to see him, the boy who said he would always be by my side.

I want to say thank you to him, thank you for not leaving at that time and not leaving me alone.

I wanted to apologize to him. I shouldn't have yelled at him at that time. I wanted to use him as an outlet to vent my anger. I wanted to say sorry to him.

If I had him by my side, would I be able to make up my mind to fight against the man in front of me?

In my heart, I fantasize about such beautiful things that I know will never happen, and my body numbly hands the wrapped money to the person in front of me.

However, he appeared.

There was no foreshadowing or prelude. It was neither like a heroic appearance in the movie nor a belated hero's rescue. He just took gentle steps and appeared here as if it were a matter of course.

It was just that he was different from the one I had in mind. His expression was stern and his dark eyes were filled with burning anger. Only then did I know that he would show such an attitude.

I stared at his figure blankly, with no time to think about why he was here, and let him stand in front of me, holding my wrist tightly and pulling me behind him.

Huh?

Are his shoulders so generous?

I had never paid attention to this kind of thing and always treated him as a child. But when the distance between us was so close, I was suddenly shocked.

Before age, before identity.

I am a woman and he is a man.

And the money was not handed over in the end.

It turns out that he is not only sharp-tongued when facing me, but his venomous tongue is really a bit unpleasant. It was the first time I saw that person being scolded, and I got angry and prepared to take action, but Jinguji-san tightened his wrist neatly. Uniforms on the ground.

I was stupid enough to think that he was not in tune with sports, that he was simply agile and extremely handsome.

Too bad, if this continues, I might become obsessed with him.

As he held my hand and ran through the alleys of Shimokitazawa, I could no longer hear the cry for help from the man behind me as he fell to the ground.

I just feel that my behavior so far is really ridiculous. What on earth is there to be afraid of in such an embarrassed man?

Compared with these, the scenery in front of me makes me unable to take my eyes away.

The moment he ran out of the dark alley onto the main road, all the neon lights around him shone on his face.

His smile caught my eye deeply, and he was breathing heavily, with a feeling of elation that he had accomplished something big.

Perhaps I was infected by his smile, or perhaps the shackles in my heart disappeared. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. The accumulated turbidity in my heart dissipated, and I could no longer take my eyes away from his face.

I think I will never forget this day.

Aoi Aoi will never forget this day, how she fell into this late-year love.

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On the way back to the apartment, it suddenly started to drizzle. I walked beside him quietly, glancing sideways at him from time to time, and looking at his hand holding my wrist from time to time.

I seemed to have become that Aoi Aoi who didn't dare to say no and didn't have the courage to say anything to ask him to let go of me.

Or do I actually want to be held in his hand?

The drizzle blowing in the wind wetted our hair and clothes. We remained tacitly silent, listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats.

He sent me home, and after I opened the door, he was standing outside the house, looking at his wet hair, with drops of water constantly falling from it, and a strong sense of shame suddenly swept through my heart.

Even so, I spoke.

"First... stay and take a shower. You'll catch a cold."

He looked at me in disbelief, and I couldn't resist his cute puppy-like eyes, so I looked away shyly.

The soaked clothes stuck to my body. I should have felt cold, but my body felt hot.