Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"Professor, all the graduation works are here." As the class representative among the graduates, Masao Imai collected all the manuscripts of the students' works and sent them to Rimbaud after class.

She never met any students in the office, nor did she allow students to visit, she was very cold like "don't suffer from me".If only one person was treated like this, he would complain to everyone else about the injustice and discrimination he suffered.But everyone is treated equally, even including other professors in the department, and Miss Rimbaud has become a clean and pure woman.

No, she just finds it troublesome to be lazy and catch fish.

In short, anyway, the character design of Kaolin Flower is standing still.

Imai Masao has been with Mr. Hirotsu for such a long time, and he is also a person with honor in PortMafia. He is about to graduate from the "novice village", but he is still cautious and dare not show his air in front of the professor.

He put the manuscript papers neatly on the podium. Rimbaud, who was packing up the lesson plans, glanced at these "bad things", raised his chin and said to him, "Where's yours? Show me."

Imai, who had already prepared for this, took out a stack and submitted it: "This is the first draft of my graduation work."

She reached out to take it and read it from the beginning to the end. She didn't say anything, and she didn't show any overly intense expression. She put the manuscript paper on the pile and picked it up easily: "Well, you can go."

Imai bowed and stepped back from the podium, and the professor picked up the manuscript and left in a hurry.

A group of students came up to congratulate Imai: "The work was not crumpled and thrown back. Imai, you are really amazing!"

"Is this probably Professor Rimbaud's admission?"

"The professor is very strict, but I heard that the employment rate of graduates from the French Department of the University of Yokohama has increased a lot since she was transferred!"

"Last year, some seniors stood on the roof and threatened the professor to lower the grading standards..."

"Huh? There is such a thing? Then?"

"Then the professor went up to pick him up by the ear and took him down. Standing on the square, he used more than 40 adjectives in French without panting and scolded him severely... It is said that all the counters at that time were killed."

"Actually...Professor Rimbaud is very soft-hearted." Imai shook his hands anxiously: "The girl in the campus kidnapping case, and the senior who couldn't think about it for a while, the professor could have ignored them. So as long as you finish it seriously, even if it is true Even if there are any flaws in your work, you won’t fail to pass, at most... at most, you will be scolded and revised several times... that’s all..."

At least the professor won't shoot you down with one shot, hey!

The students broke up after chatting for a while, and the unlucky one who had to work part-time sighed—maybe there will always be more things in autumn than other seasons, and the port has been very unstable recently.A warehouse storing munitions was captured by an enemy who appeared from nowhere, and it was not noticed until the monitoring of the headquarters was abnormal. It was like a slap in the face.

The air pressure in the chief's office can no longer be described as low, it is simply extremely cold. Mr. Dazai, who tricked and dragged him all the way into PortMafia, was in charge of handling this matter, and he doesn't know the result of the investigation.

Anyway, he's just a pawn, so let's worry about his graduation work first...

This group of students followed Rimbaud almost from the time they entered the school until they were about to graduate, which was much deeper than the previous students.It's just a simple graduation work, and they don't require them to reach the level of literary masters, they can almost read it, and the professor's requirements are not high.

Obviously Masao Imai met this "not high" requirement, which made her feel pretty good.

Rimbaud, who was in a good mood, bought a bottle of wine he liked on the way home. After buying the wine, he felt that the flowers in the nearby flower shop were also very good.The delicate yellow rose looks different under the somewhat gloomy clouds, which fits the dark green curtains at home very well.

Mr. Sen never brings home only white camellias, and Professor Rimbaud is a bit tired of aesthetics recently.

"Excuse me, I want a bunch of yellow roses, no extra packaging." She pointed to the plant she liked and shouted into the flower shop.Soon someone came out with a smile and wrapped up what she wanted and delivered it to her hand. After paying the fee, she put the bouquet of flowers under her arm and held the bottle of red wine in her hand.

The hard-working family car was sent for maintenance, and the professor walked home today.

The white sun was shining on the ebony black hair, and she raised her hand to push back the wind-blown hair, with a peaceful look in her eyes.

From a distance, he is an ordinary person who is a bit too beautiful, wearing a long skirt and coat that looks very warm, walking slowly along the road.

A man in a gray robe hiding in a dark alley stared at her for a while, then pulled back quickly.

Seemingly aware of some unpleasant sight, Rimbaud listened and looked around, finally confirming that the owner of that sight had gone far away, then he picked up the paper bag containing the wine in boredom, and continued to walk towards himself slowly. Go in the direction of home.

"Commander, I saw Attila Rimbaud on the streets of Yokohama."

The quiet gray robes gathered together and made an extremely subtle communication sound. After 10 minutes, the small and broken voices returned to silence.The eyes of the white-haired man who was also wearing a gray robe sitting at the top were shining: "It's her?!"

"That's right, Commander, she's disguised as an ordinary person. But I recognize her, and I can't make a mistake." The gray robe who brought back the good news quickly sat back in his seat, and his commander pondered for a moment: " I will visit in person, in a foreign land, even if we have faced each other, it is always worth looking forward to meeting compatriots before the end comes."

Whispering voices reappeared, and each of the gray robes was more energetic than before. It seemed that meeting fellow countrymen made them feel much better, and the atmosphere was no longer as lifeless as before.

"You continue to follow the plan, I'll go and have a look. The young lady's words may allow us to get what we want." Finally, he stood up from his seat, and the other gray robes followed the commander in a hidden way. out.

The place where PortMafia belongs has been provoked frequently. The overlord of the port is not as good-tempered as it was during the leader's struggle, so he took the opportunity to clean it up.Whether it's a dissident lurking inside or an opponent who dares to shout and scream, as long as you catch it, you will beat it to death without showing any affection.Establish an unshakable black record on this kind of blood and terror-no one dares to compete with it under the night.

The brief period of unrest was quickly suppressed, and Yokohama entered a period of oddly "safe," at least for ordinary people.

Time flies very fast. After the rain at the end of October, it will be winter, and the new year will come again. After two or three months after the roadside pink, white and light red gradually bloom like a sea of ​​flowers, Masao Imai's graduates It's time to submit your final graduation project.

To be able to actually survive under Professor Rimbaud for several years, a small graduation defense is simply not worth mentioning.Graduated students suddenly became three times more courageous. Even if the professor did not receive visitors, they dared to gather in a group outside her office and beg loudly to ask the professor to show mercy and take a graduation photo with everyone.

"A graduation photo without Professor Rimbaud is incomplete, unreal, and soulless!"

"In any case, please take a photo with us!"

"Please! This is the request of my life, Professor!"

"Yes, professor, this is probably the closest I've ever been to the peak of a good-looking person in my life."

All kinds of weird pleas came and went outside the window, and she was disturbed by the noise. She opened the window and leaned on her arms helplessly: "Be quiet, I will not be able to get along with my colleagues because of you."

"If you promise, we'll shut up now."

It was almost the same process last year, or in other words, almost the same every year.She closed the window with a bang, opened the door and walked out of the office. Professor Rimbaud, who took off his flat glasses, did not change his aloof and gorgeous personality.The students rushed forward, surrounded her and moved towards the square while keeping a proper distance. Finally, Masao Imai walked up to the shooting location with a face of despair, bowed obediently at ninety degrees and offered a paper bag with both hands: "Professor !"

I beg you to save my life, I did not come up with this idea!

She was a little surprised, took the oversized bag and opened it... Well, it's a snow-white wedding dress...?

"What do you mean?" Professor Rimbaud found it very interesting, and stretched out his hand to pull out a corner of the lace skirt to touch—it is quite a high-quality material. Could it be that there are several local tyrants hidden among these students?

The girls who are usually favored all came together in front of her, laughing and laughing: "The professor wears a wedding dress, we wear suits."

"Everyone worked and saved money to buy materials."

"Looked for help from the big touch of the Design Academy."

"Sewed together."

"Chuya-kun is so old, we have no hope, let's make a souvenir?"

"Hahahahahaha."

The boys were surrounded by the outermost faces with envious faces—the man who married Professor Rimbaud was definitely the public enemy of men!

"It's because your graduation work didn't embarrass me too much, let's not be an example!" She took the skirt into the dressing room, and the girls squeezed in to help. Half an hour later, the professor dragging the skirt came Standing in the middle of the square amid applause.

A group of newly minted social elites almost fought over the position next to the professor.

"Are you ready?" The photographer waited for a while, finally waiting for these young people to stand up, and the group photo was taken soon.

The rest was that the students came forward in twos and threes or alone, blushing and asking for a group photo. Rimbaud did not refuse, and patiently accompanied them to have fun.The photography team invited by the school had already left, and the temporary changing room was also removed. She drove away the group of graduates who were afraid of chaos to go to the party, and dragged her skirt to go back to the office to change into the original clothes and go home.

It was getting late, there was no one on campus, and there were leaves that hadn't been cleaned up on the road.A bouquet of purple forget-me-nots appeared in front of her, and the person who handed the bouquet was a tall, white-haired man with dark skin and a firm expression and hot eyes.

His standing posture is very special, and he can tell at a glance that he is an excellent soldier. Even if he is not wearing a military uniform at this moment, but is wearing a gray robe that seems to be a postmodern style, his sharp and cold temperament cannot be concealed.

"Altila, I didn't expect to meet you here again." He looked at her as if he was looking at Faith.

Professor Rimbaud raised his head slightly, took the purple forget-me-not, and was about to say something when he heard an extremely surprised voice: "Ma'am... what are you doing?"

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