After the leader of He Sen

The letter paper is the same pink as the envelope, and the font is a bit round. I thought of Mitsua's chubby face, probably written with a scented pen, and when the letter paper was unfolded, there was a pleasant smell.

"Hello, Teacher Qingzhi, I'm Mika Siyuan from Class A of the second year of high school. I actually fell in love with the teacher at first sight!"

It’s really straight to the point, the exclamation point after “love at first sight” is too spiritual, as if I’m afraid I won’t believe it, I can’t help but laugh out loud.

"Actually, the first time I met my teacher was not at school, but at a coffee shop outside the school. I happened to be working in a coffee shop that day, and the teacher walked in from outside with a cane. At that moment, the teacher was like a ray of light shining into me in life.

I've never seen anyone more beautiful than my teacher, not even on TV. "

Is it too exaggerated?

"I know the teacher will deny it when he sees this, but it's true! The teacher's long curly chocolate-colored hair, brown eyes like a fawn, and skin as white as Snow White, it's like a fairy tale. beauty!

Quietly tell the teacher that when you tied up your hair, there was a red mole on the back of your neck. I don’t know if anyone has told you that the mole is actually not big, but teacher, your skin is too white, so it will be very obvious, very cute .Cough cough cough, I always feel like describing myself as a pervert.

Girls who have met you will discuss in private what skin care products you use, and the skin is so good.There is also the fragrance on the body, what kind of perfume is the teacher using, it smells good.Okay, let's stop here and let me go back to the scene of meeting the teacher for the first time.

Although I entered the coffee shop at that time, the teacher did not sit in the shop but chose an open-air seat outside, because you said that smoking may affect other people.

do you remember?You were talking to me at the time.You like to look at others when you talk, with your brown deer-like eyes, to be honest, I didn’t hear the meaning of your words at all the first time, I was drowned in your eyes and my heart softened until You repeated it tirelessly, and I finally grasped the point.

You smiled tolerantly. In fact, you are not a few years older than me, but you have a wonderful tenderness that has gone through thousands of sails, a temperament that cannot be disguised.

You ask for a cappuccino, and you seem a little disappointed that there is no alcohol in the store.As soon as you sit down, you can't wait to light a cigarette and read the book you brought while smoking.I thought you'd be smoking a lot, but no.You seem to have a strict set of rules when it comes to smoking, and once you smoke one you never smoke again.

When I brought you the drink, you said thank you. The voice was like a breeze blowing across the water. I secretly peeked at your open book. It was all in English. I could barely understand the word musician.

After returning to the coffee shop, I peeked at you countless times through the glass, and when you looked at it, you became dazed, wondering what you were thinking, and your expression was very sad.I suddenly feel sad.

After watching you leave, I thought it would be difficult to see you in the future, but at the beginning of the new semester, when I approached the music classroom, I saw the teacher sitting in front of the piano. Said it turned out to be something to look forward to.

I am not the only one who likes the teacher, I have always known this.I also heard that many people have confessed to the teacher. In fact, according to the teacher's personality, I think they may feel distressed.

But I'm sorry, I also became one of the teachers who distressed me.Writing this letter to the teacher does not expect to get a response from the teacher, I just want to let the teacher know that you are really good, if you can think of me when you are sad, I like the teacher. "

After reading the letter, I neatly folded the letter paper and put it in the envelope, and couldn't help but cover my face.Are all kids nowadays so talented?Especially girls, every time I receive their love letters, I am shocked for a long time, the words are too delicate and gentle.

In fact, I was not so good-looking in the last week, and I don't know why, after rebirth, my facial features changed a lot.It's not that it has completely changed into another look, it's more like a lot of fine-tuning operations have been done to make this pleasing face almost perfect.

The night I was killed by him and returned to the age of 20, I almost stared at myself in the mirror.

It may be too narcissistic to say so, but I have only recently begun to get used to the person who looks so good-looking in the mirror as myself, and I don’t know if it’s my illusion. It turned out to be a little better.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm under some kind of spell.

The only downside is that it would be great if the starting point of rebirth was moved forward one year, so that I, who can predict the future, can avoid that car accident, my parents will not die, and my legs will not be like this.

Alas, I have lived a new life, at least I should be satisfied, I suppressed my unrealistic delusions from my mind, and returned to the office on crutches.

Standing at the door of the office, I quietly poked my head in, and the weird movement alarmed Kunikida, whose desk was near the door, he was taken aback, "Mr. Kiyoe..."

"Is Tomoko-sensei still there?" I asked in a low voice.

"I've already gone back, haven't I...?" Having encountered many scenes where Tomoko-sensei forced me to eat, Kunikida has already guessed what happened before.

I breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door open, and walked in openly.

"Mr. Qing Zhi, have you smoked again?"

"Is the smell very strong?" I raised my sleeve and smelled it, "I obviously only smoked one."

"No... no smell, but I often see you smoking by the window, so I asked out of habit." Kunikida said, his face suddenly became serious, "Even if you just smoke one, you can still not touch things like cigarettes. Just try not to touch it."

"Well, I see." Kunikida was indeed a very upright person.

"Ahem...tonight...tonight, where is the restaurant where Teacher Qingzhi wants to work part-time?" Kunikida was writing and drawing in his usual small notebook, probably making another plan.

"The name of the restaurant is in Italian, and I can't pronounce it. It's newly opened recently. I only know that the location is next to Qingkong Sushi Restaurant."

"Oh, it's that one." Kunikida stopped writing.

"Does Mr. Kunikida know?"

"Well, it's expensive."

"Yeah, when I saw the menu for the first time, I was scared to death. The price of any dish is almost half a month's salary. It's scary." If you have leisure and elegance, invite someone to play the piano.

Thank you rich people for being there.

The restaurant is run by Italians and serves Italian food. The owner is a blond man named Zorro who likes to call me Sweetbread.

"Good evening, Sweetbread." Zoro took my hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it.

"Good evening, Mr. Zorro." I drew back my hand uncomfortably.

"Sweetie is just as glamorous tonight, but even better in a beautiful dress."

"Thank you, but it's inconvenient to move around in a dress." And walking in Yokohama at night with a cane in a dress, doesn't it feel strange no matter how you think about it?Not only weird, but dangerous.

"It's really hard to come out to work at such a late hour, has Little Sweet Bread considered my previous proposal?"

I said indifferently: "No."

Zoro sighed, and said with helpless pampering: "I really can't do anything about you, if one day Sweetbread changes his mind, just call me."

I'm sorry, I'm still immersed in the grief of being killed by my ex-husband, and I don't have any thoughts of falling in love for the time being.