My retirement life in Neon

Speaking of which, his habit of using handkerchiefs was influenced by his father.

It's time to go eat.

Lin Zian went straight out of the teaching building and arrived at the dining hall of Qingshan Academy. It was a three-story building with one-way glass on the outside. During the day, light shines in from the outside. Only the inside can see the outside, and the outside It's all gray inside.

Lin Zian ordered the most famous tonkotsu ramen in the canteen, took the ramen to the side, and started eating slowly until he walked out of the canteen. Apart from the fact that the ramen was indeed good, there were no surprises in the whole process.

Returning to his seat, Lin Zian found that his things had been moved. Although they had been put away again, for a person with a photographic memory, there were traces everywhere.

Lin Zian looked around the class for a week, then sat back with an expressionless expression, as if nothing happened.

No matter who touched his things, it didn't matter to him, because no one in this world could understand what he wrote.

Of course, Lin Zian likes to play small games, but now his attention is focused on the conversation with the girl in front of him.

"I have to take home economics class later!"

"It's okay. I heard I'm making cookies today, so it shouldn't be difficult."

"I hate home economics class the most. I did it when I was in junior high school..."

Lin Zian thought about it, today's course does include home economics.

This home economics class is almost a specialty of Neon School. It is a compulsory class for both men and women. In elementary schools, students generally learn to do some housework and handle their own hygiene, such as washing clothes, washing their own hair, washing rice, and using needlework. Switching on and off some household appliances, etc., you will learn some in junior high school, knitting, cooking, clothing tailoring, etc., and the high school is similar.

The home economics classes here are taken separately by men and women, which means that the content of the courses between the two is different. The women make cookies, but what do the men do?

It's lunch break now. People who have just finished eating have almost returned to the classroom, and the voices have gradually become less and less until they disappear.

Lin Zian did not break away from the group, but also lay down on the table and squinted for a while. After all, life lies in sleeping.

One more thing, Qingshan Academy has a rule that in addition to English as a compulsory course, students must take an elective language course. This is the rule of colleges and universities. Lin Zian chose Chinese because it is more difficult, so it is a quite There are less popular languages, but there are even lower languages ​​​​such as Korean and Russian. Neon people are quite hostile to Korea, and even the language is labeled.

In fact, some of Aoyama Academy are international students, and there is a German in Class B. Although Tsuzhi Tomie looks like a blond foreigner, her father is a neon person and her mother is British, so she is considered a neon person. , many of those international students, like Lin Zian, choose their native language.

But to be honest, Lin Zian knew a little bit of every language. He chose Chinese just because of convenience, because the classroom was upstairs and he didn't have to go further.

The first class in the afternoon is the elective class for each class, and then there is the home economics class.

Before the lunch break ended, people were already noisily discussing the elective courses they were waiting for, and then went out in groups because they had to grab a good spot first. After all, many people were paddling.

Lin Zian was not in a hurry. It was just above it, just a few steps away.

Rio Hosokawa came over and asked excitedly: "I chose Chinese, what class did Qingtian choose?"

Lin Zian was a little surprised. After all, not everyone wanted to bite a hard nut, but she still confirmed her choice.

"I also chose Chinese, let's go together later."

Rio Hosokawa smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed. Of course she knew that Lin Zian chose Chinese, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen it.

"OK!"

"Then let's go." Lin Zian stood up and left directly. Unlike other students, who more or less brought a book, Lin Zian was empty-handed.

Rio Hosokawa followed him, turned his head next to him and asked, "Where is your tutorial book?"

"Uh... I forgot to buy it." Lin Zian had never thought about buying it. Do you need a tutorial book to learn your mother tongue? Doesn't exist.

"Then let's watch it together."

"No, thank you." Lin Zian didn't understand why she was so enthusiastic. He glanced down, but he only saw the top of her head.

"That's it..."

This teaching building is an ordinary small classroom, which can only accommodate thirty or forty people. For example, their class B has only thirty-five people, and there are only eight classes in the first grade, which means almost three hundred people.

Now there are only about ten people sitting in this elective class, which is not comparable to those large classes, so those classes with many students have to be taught in the large classroom in the teaching building next to it.

Lin Zian randomly picked a seat by the window, and Rio Hosokawa sat next to him.

After sitting down, Lin Zian glanced at the people in the class and found no one he knew. But then again, in this school, he seemed to know no one except Rio Hosokawa.

What a failed campus life... Lin Zian secretly complained.

The class bell rang, and a man came in and opened the classroom door.

Is it her? Doesn't the course schedule say that this course is taught by an old professor? It turned out to be Miyazune Rie. Don’t you teach English?

Seeing the doubts in the audience, Miyazune Rie explained: "Because Mr. Tokimoto is on leave, the school has decided that I will take over the class until Mr. Tokimoto comes back. Please don't worry, I have stayed in China for a year and teach you simple things." The words are more than enough.”

Gongzong Rie noticed Lin Zian in the corner and frowned, because she learned through her sister that Lin Zian was an overseas student from China and knew Chinese. She knew without guessing that he was here for paddling.

But it was class time now, and there was no way to trouble Lin Zian if he made no mistakes, so he had to stare at him and start class.

Lin Zian ignored Miyazune Rie's warning and was blatantly dazed, but Hosokawa Rio noticed the eye contact between the two people and glanced at Lin Zian worriedly.

The class passed quickly, but Lin Zian felt very uncomfortable because the Chinese taught by Gongzong Rie was poisonous, and the neon-accented Chinese was simply annoying.

But everyone else seemed quite interested, and most of the entire class was spent interacting with the students, using the simple words she taught.

"Aota-san, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Rio Hosokawa asked while packing her things.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm just a little tired." Lin Zian was speechless. You couldn't understand the Chinese she spoke, and you didn't know who taught her. She skipped the pinyin and strokes and directly taught vocabulary and phrases.

It seems that the school's intention is only to enable students to communicate simply in a foreign language, and it does not require you to be proficient in this language.

Anyway, this has nothing to do with him, Lin Zian, he is just a salted fish.

Because home economics classes were held separately for men and women, Lin Zian and Hosokawa Rio said goodbye for the time being and went to another building.

After finding the place where the class was held and joining the large group, Lin Zian looked at the surrounding facilities and felt that this class should be about mending clothes or making bags, because there were plenty of sewing machines.

The teacher hasn't come yet, so everyone is sitting in front of the sewing machine, chatting with each other, and they don't seem to be very conflicted.

But that's right, this is a value established since childhood. In their opinion, there is nothing strange about boys doing this.

Lin Zian chose a corner, sat down, and looked at the sewing machine in front of him. It reminded him of the old sewing machine at home. It didn't have as many functions as it does now. It could only be used for simple sewing and mending. His mother said, It was a dowry for her marriage to his father, but as life gradually improved, it no longer had any clothes to mend, and it eventually became a table.

Lin Zian can still use this, at least he can do it in general.

The teacher came. She was an aunt who was always smiling. She didn't talk nonsense and assigned tasks as soon as she came.

"Students, each of us has to make a work in this class, whether it's clothes or something else. You can collaborate, as long as you get my permission,"

She opened the cabinet in the classroom, which was filled with various fabrics. "The materials are here. You can use them as you like, but you can't waste them. If I see you wasting them, be prepared to wait for notification from the school!"

"Also." She walked to a nearby position and pulled out the drawer under the sewing machine. "The commonly used tools are placed here. If any students need other tools, please tell me. If you don't understand, you can ask me. "

She walked to the front again and said, "By the way, you can call me Teacher Zhongchai. Let's start the class now."