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

Chapter 1 Awakened a strange system
In the conference room, a group of people are sitting around the table and having a meeting.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen was in a daze.

It's not right to be in a daze. In short, things are complicated.Something strange was going on in his head.

"drop."

"System Binding——"

"0%, 10%, 20%... 100%."

"Ding, the binding is successful."

This is... the legendary system, right?Tsk——

Hirakawa Zhewen squeezed his hand, feeling pain, it was not a dream.

It's fantastic.

He sighed, and at the same time, a light blue light curtain appeared in the air in front of him and on the table, writing words.

This is the system panel?
He looked around, and the other people in the meeting were doing as usual, which seemed to be a classic setting that no one else could see except himself.

Well, let's let him see what this so-called system is.

Hirakawa Zhewen calmly focused his eyes on the system light curtain in front of him, but his calm only lasted for a few seconds.

On the very top of the light curtain, on the first line, there is such a line:

"Ma'am, you don't want your husband to lose his job either?"

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen's expression immediately became subtle.

Continue to look down:

"How to use: Find the other party's weaknesses, and threaten them with the above-mentioned format of words, in order to coerce the other party to promise you one thing."

"Note 1: Threats must be within your reach."

"Note 2: The degree of unreasonableness of the request depends on the importance of the weakness found in the opponent's heart. The more important the weakness, the more unreasonable your request can be."

"..."

After carefully reading the text on the system's light curtain several times from top to bottom, Hirakawa Tetsuwen couldn't control the subtle expression on his face.

He definitely encountered something strange.

Ma'am, you don't want your husband to lose his job, do you? Ashamed to say, as far as he understands, this should be a classic sentence in a work that contains some strange elements, right?
Then the strange usage of this strange system is to use this kind of words to threaten others so that the other party will agree to their unreasonable demands?
This is really...

Hirakawa Tetsubun looked at the inexplicable system with complicated emotions.

If he wasn't in a meeting right now, he would absolutely, absolutely—

Tsk, he's in a meeting now.

Hirakawa Zhewen suddenly reacted.

After realizing this, he recovered and realized that the conference room was so quiet.

There was no sound, and no one spoke.

Not only that, other people's eyes were almost focused on him. Under the table, a female colleague next to him was still kicking him lightly, trying to convey some kind of news to him.

"..."

Mind wandering was discovered.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi calmed down his strange mood, and a smile appeared on his slightly stiff face as naturally as possible. Then, he looked back at the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the conference table.

The middle-aged man spoke, with a flat voice: "Mr. Pingchuan, you don't look very good, are you okay?"

Hirakawa Zhewen replied with a smile: "It's nothing, Principal Lao is concerned."

What I got was an inaudible response like "um".

then.

"Then Hirakawa-sensei, you also know about Shinohara-san in your class, right?"

"learn."

"Do you understand her identity?"

"clear."

Shinohara-san's mother is the chairman of the board of directors of the private school he works for. It can be said that she is the superior of the superior. Simply put, she cannot be provoked.

"The matter about Shinohara-san, please try your best to solve it."

The words are very polite, but no one should be so naive as to think that it is really just "do your best", right?
"Yes." Hirakawa Zhewen agreed.

"Ah."

The meeting is over, or the part of the meeting about Tetsufumi Hirakawa is over. There is no difference between the two except that the freedom of the body is temporarily restrained. In short, the next topic has nothing to do with him.

Just continue to stare at the system that came out of nowhere for no apparent reason until the meeting officially ended.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

"Teacher Hirakawa?"

"Ah, yes." The dazed Hirakawa Zhewen moved his eyes away from the panel, and looked at the female teacher beside him who called his name, Hisada Moshu, the female teacher who kicked him just now when he was distracted in the meeting .

She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him.

"Teacher Hisada." Hirakawa Tetsufumi picked up the pen and paper on the table and got up.

Looking at him, Kuta Moshu sighed silently: "Teacher Hirakawa is always distracted in meetings as usual..."

Hirakawa Zhewen smiled slightly and didn't say much: "It won't happen next time."

"That's what I said last time, so—"

"Hey, hey, Hisada-sensei is right."

"...Ah, really, isn't it too perfunctory?"

"Ms. Jiuta, please forgive me. Just tell the students what you said."

"Eh? This, are you thinking I talk too much?"

"Why, I just hope Mr. Hisada can protect his voice."

"...That's really, thank you for your concern, Mr. Hirakawa."

"You're welcome."

Chatting all the way from the conference room on the fourth floor to the office on the first floor.

Kuta Moshu, like him, is a first-year teacher at Moriya Private Girls High School, and he and he are the only young teachers in the office, so the two get along quite well.

"By the way, Mr. Hirakawa." After sitting in the office seat, Hisada Moki, who was seated next to him, turned around and asked him, "The matter of Shinohara-san... are you really sure that you can solve it?"

Now Hirakawa Zhewen shook his head immediately: "Not sure."

"Ah, what to do then?"

"What can we do?" Hirakawa Tetsubun smiled indifferently, "Teaching good students is the bounden duty of a teacher."

"That's... that's true." Hisata Moshu nodded thoughtfully, and then gave him a look of admiration, "I'm glad Mr. Hirakawa has such an awareness."

"As it should be."

Hirakawa Tetsubun accepted the compliment unceremoniously.

His words are not empty words to deal with the scene.

Although there was a saying in the previous life that "I killed pigs in my previous life, I taught in this life", but as far as he himself is concerned, he does have his own love for the profession of teacher.

The last life has gone with the wind, so there is no need to mention it, but in the face of a new second life, he has firmly embarked on the road of becoming a teacher again.

If possible, he would like to keep it like this.

Of course, the most urgent thing he has to face is the matter of Shinohara-san and the system of unknown origin.

"Teacher Kuta." Tetsufumi Hirakawa shouted to Moki Kuta sitting next to him.

"Huh? What's the matter?" The innocent female teacher blinked at him.

Hirakawa Zhewen asked calmly: "Can you lend me your water glass?"

"Water glass? Why do you need a water glass?"

Even so, Kuta Moshu still handed him the water glass on her table.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen took the water glass and glanced at it. There was still half a glass of water in it, with jasmine petals floating on it.

He just held it in his hand, and then, he picked up the water glass that belonged to him on the other side and handed it to Kuta Moshu.

"Ms. Kuta, can I trouble you to get me a glass of water?"

"Take water?" Jiutian Moshu was stunned for a moment, then puffed up his cheeks, and refused, "I don't want it. Teacher Hirakawa will go by himself."

He got the expected answer, but Hirakawa Tetsufumi didn't leave, but raised the cup in his hand that belonged to Kuta Moshu, then tilted it slightly, threatening:

"Mr. Jiutian, you don't want me to pour out your glass of water, do you?"

"..."

In an instant, in the eyes of Kuta Moshu, everything suddenly became different.

In front of her, the young and handsome male teacher was holding her water glass, with a bewitching tone that made people confused.

An irresistible force restrained her, her body was controlled, and her mind was imprisoned.

Everything gets weird.

"Mr. Jiutian, you don't want me to pour out your glass of water, do you?"

The devilish words kept echoing in my ears, over and over again.

"Ms. Kuta, can you get me a glass of water?"

"Good, good."

The moment I got the order, I subconsciously agreed.

(End of this chapter)