[My English] Personality Injury Reduction

Young people are just different.He is still old.

She is 15 years old this year, and he is 30 years old this year, twice her age, plus a few years old, he can be her father...

Ten years later, she will be in her prime, and he will be in his forties.

"..." What are you thinking? You are only 15 years old this year and have a bright future. What are you still thinking about?Anyway, people won't choose you... No, you don't even have the courage to say it, you hate attention and groups.Aizawa slumped in the chair and sighed indistinctly.

Even if you have never been in a relationship, you can't tell whether these vague good impressions count as liking, so you start to wonder if people will choose you among many suitors.

At first glance, she is the kind of popular person who will have many suitors.

Unlike you, she likes to bask in the gaze, you like to hide out of the spotlight.That's why you're stuck in the office.

If he thinks about it so far, then he probably likes her.

Aizawa can accept the student's puppy love, but he can't accept that the student's puppy love is himself... This is too wronged for the student.

Aizawa reached out to pick up the file, and started his recording career again.

He likes to record a file for each student, which gives him a sense of accomplishment in cultivating small saplings. It is his pleasure to watch them grow from seedlings to big trees.

Qingnai is quite normal in the classroom, and it is also normal to carry a bag on the subway, but as soon as she gets home, she slumps on the bed, buries her face in the quilt and rubs hard, making her father who came back today worry at the door wait and see.

The mother who finished cooking saw her father looking around, she also came over and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Haina looks special today..." Tatsuya stopped talking and asked her to look at the lump on the bed.

Yangcai approached, slandering Haruna: "What's wrong?"

Haruna pulled her flushed face out of the quilt, whether it was excitement, blood or suffocation, "Mom, Aizawa-sensei has accepted me as an apprentice!"

"Oh, that's really worth celebrating!" Yangcai said happily, "Today's meal is ready, let's go out to eat the night before the two-day workplace experience!"

"Hmm..." Da was also thinking about whether something would happen to him, but when he saw his daughter's expectant eyes and his wife's staring eyes, he was instantly discouraged, "Okay, okay, I will push it away if something happens. I'll be there."

Haruna got an affirmative answer, got up from the bed, jumped up and pawed Tatsuya, "Great!"

Tatsuya hugged his daughter helplessly, "Okay, okay, how old are you, it's not embarrassing."

Yangcai laughed beside her.

"..." Actually, when Haruna picked her father, she remembered the feeling of being carried by Mr. Aizawa again, and a sense of shame surged up from the bottom of her heart.

But there seemed to be some other strange mixed emotion welling up, but she didn't quite understand it.

The author has something to say:

I don’t want to code at all today, the number of words is not enough, and the quality is not enough. The pesticide finally hit the drill [-]. After losing two games in a row, I have to double row. This is good. I played for nothing today, and I became a fucking diamond again. Three and one star, isn't it from the Northeast, it's a bar, and I won't sleep if I don't win.