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

Chapter 83 Overwhelmed by Miss, Yu Gongye still wins
Just after lunch break after twelve noon, Hirakawa Tetsuwen, who was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner, received a bad news from Hisada Moshu.

"Teacher Hirakawa, remember that there is a meeting at one o'clock."

Kuta Moshu sat on the seat, took out the bento from the backpack, and said to him.

Hirakawa Zhewen, who was about to get up, suddenly stopped.

He's a little stressed out about "meetings."

"A meeting?" asked back.

"Yes." Kuta Moshu nodded affirmatively.

"...what will?"

"Teacher meeting."

Hirakawa Tetsuwen felt a little numb.

"Well, I don't know how."

"It was just when Teacher Hirakawa was in class." Kuta Moshu chuckled, she also knew that the male teacher in front of her hated meetings the most, "Anyway, come back quickly after lunch, don't be late."

"..."

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And when Hirakawa Zhewen went to the cafeteria to eat expressionlessly because of the sudden bad news, at this moment, the classroom was not peaceful.

Of course, this kind of unrest only exists between Yu Gongye and a certain Miss Shinohara.

Just like the calm sea surface, the undercurrent on the bottom of the sea hits the reef, and what is hidden under the calm is such an atmosphere.

Yu Gongye sat on the seat, and the bento box only occupied the lower half of the table.

On the upper half of the table, Shiori Shinohara was sitting in front of her, with a dignified and polite smile on her face.

"Student Amamiya, shall we have dinner together today?"

Yu Gongye looked down at his bento box, and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

In fact, she doesn't like to be too close to others, but this is an enemy, an enemy to be defeated.

It was also Teacher Hirakawa's request.

Amameiya opened the bento box, revealing the bento made by her mother. She picked up the chopsticks and glanced quietly at Shiori Shinohara who was opposite.

She was doing the same thing, and the exquisite bento box contained a lunch that didn't look cheap at least.

Obeying an indescribable tacit understanding, the two began to eat their lunch with their heads down, without opening their mouths.

Just like this classic metaphor: the calm before the storm.

However, in Yu Gongye's mind, she prefers to imagine the current scene as a challenger—not a brave man, but a challenger who is overconfident, and a battle with the devil.

At the end of the journey, the strange castle, the sky with dark clouds, is as black as ink.

Lightning pierced through the clouds, lighting up the sky, and the sound was deafening.

And in the Western-style castle, there is a dim crystal ball, with blue and white flames dancing.

On the European-style long table, the challenger and the devil sat facing each other.

This is a duel of mortal enemies.

As for Yu Gongye, she is the Demon King.

The devil quietly ate his lunch, of course, with a knife and fork, and a glass of red wine, bloody and coquettish red.

Yu Gongye imagined shaking the red wine gently in his hand.

On the other side, young, ignorant and overconfident challengers.

She finally lost her composure.

She touched the weapon in her hand.

"Student Amamiya."

"Hmm." The Demon King looked down at her with disdain.

"Yesterday..."

Shiori Shinohara pretended to be eating her own food naturally.

"Because of some things, I also added... Teacher Hirakawa's line."

However, no matter how she pretended to be natural, when she said this, her face still blushed subtly.

Shinohara Shiori didn't like to expose her thoughts so nakedly. In contrast, she preferred a certain hazy, youthful beauty like looking at flowers in a fog.

Like the breeze in early summer, like the reflection in the mirror, like the light and shadow cast on the ground when the sun passes through the forest.

That's how it feels.

Yet this is the enemy.

and so……

Shinohara Shiori stretched out her left hand pretending to be calm, brushed her warm side face, and brushed her long hair.

"Last night, I disturbed Teacher Pingchuan because of some problems."

The Demon King gave a soft "hmm", as if asking, "And then?"

"..."

Shiori Shinohara forced herself to speak, her voice seemed eager to prove something, but she was deliberately hiding something.

"I thought that Mr. Hirakawa would be unhappy because of being interrupted, but... he still answered my questions patiently, and finally said good night."

The girl's wayward experiment was just for that plain good night.

Although it was plain, in the girl's perception, it was like the wind blowing past her ears on a summer night, and her light hair fluttered with the wind, gently rubbing against her cheeks.

Everything is light and airy.

However, the Demon King didn't care about such words.

She shook the red wine glass with her left hand, picked up a small piece of meat with a fork in her right hand, and put it into her mouth.

"Well, Teacher Hirakawa is a very patient teacher."

"..."

Shinohara Shiori glanced at Amameiya's shaking left hand, and then looked at her calm face.

"Ah."

In the first round, there was no obvious effect.

"Actually, before."

Halfway through lunch, the long-awaited challenger launched a second round of attack.

The Demon King looked at her contemptuously again.

"what happened?"

Shiori Shinohara exhaled the warm air from her mouth, took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Actually, I also had the experience of forgetting to bring an umbrella before."

"So after school in the afternoon, Teacher Pingchuan sent me to the school gate."

At the end, the girl added softly.

"Until the rain stops."

It's still just a dull experience, but ah.

Just like the clear sky after the rain, it is so blue that it is fascinating, and the air is also moist with water vapor. It smells clean when you breathe in and out.

That day, she was looking forward to the rain not stopping, and above her head, the umbrella she was still holding after the rain stopped, the last umbrella among the pedestrians.

It is "but I hope that the wind and rain will come, and I can keep you here."

It is also "Even if there is no rain, I will stay here".

In Shinohara Shiori's memory, even the rain that melted into the stagnant water that day had a rainbow-like dreamy color.

However, this emotion cannot be conveyed.

It wasn't until she said it that Shiori Shinohara, who was always blushing, realized that maybe, without the emotional processing, her plain words would not be able to cause waves.

"..."

The girl was silent for a while, looking at the unmoving Yu Gongye, hesitated, hesitated, and started the third round of offensive.

"When there is still vacation..."

Whether it's the reflection in the car window when you go, or the moment you tease yourself in front of the hotel, or the corner of the skirt lifted by the breeze when you return, or the moment the window is opened, the wind blowing into the car blows your hair Profile someone's face.

Every picture is unforgettable.

There is also a tune that rang in my ears and rang all the way.

Just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster.

The hazy beauty is like a fluttering skirt, faintly.

There is also an air of taboo.

Like the forbidden fruit in the hands of Adam and Eve.

Shinohara Shiori felt that she could hear her own heartbeat and breathing.

Cheeks are warm, even hot.

What he wanted to say in his mouth was covered under the chaotic heartbeat and breathing, let alone the opposite side, he couldn't hear clearly.

In such situations, fantasies, and moods.

She suddenly heard a small, but unusually clear voice in her ear.

Yu Gongye leaned forward, put his mouth close to her ear, and the sound of the airflow of speaking broke into her ears.

"It's this holiday, this body is waiting for Teacher Pingchuan on the way."

"This body is standing on the fence, Mr. Pingchuan is standing in the distance, and took this body into the mobile phone."

"After that, he walked under this body, looked at the bottom of this body's skirt, and hugged this body off the wall."

"Ms. Hirakawa's body is very warm."

"..."

Impatiently, the demon king counterattacked, and the blow was fatal.

The overwhelmed challenger dropped all his weapons to the ground.

Looking at the chopsticks on the ground and the bloodless face of a certain girl, Yu Gongye smiled happily.

Vulnerable.

An opponent that can be easily defeated in this world, it is even easier for her to make a move.

Ah.

(End of this chapter)