How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

At this moment, the eyes of the whole class were focused on his body like needles, so that every inch of his exposed skin felt pain that did not exist, and his body shrank unconsciously.

Ah... such a scene - he has already experienced countless times.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought he was used to such embarrassment.But as if he hesitated and timidly dared not step into the classroom just now, making a fool of himself in front of people who treated him with an amiable attitude and generously gave him kindness made his numb feelings come alive again.

"...Yes, Sensei Aihara." Even the voice seemed to be held in his throat indistinctly.

Holding his schoolbag tightly in his arms, the boy walked quickly into the classroom with his head down.The distance of just a dozen steps is as difficult as long-distance running in physical education class.His cheeks became hot unconsciously, and even without looking in the mirror, he knew that his face must be flushed in embarrassment at the moment, and even the roots of his ears were dyed an embarrassing color.

Then, as if being maliciously teased by this world, when he was about to reach that distant destination and finally ended this tormenting journey, a bigger obstacle suddenly appeared and popped out from the ground——because of the mood of returning to the seat Too eager, his body slammed into the back table.

The ear-piercing sound of the table legs rubbing against the ground made the boy once again the focus of attention in the classroom.The hands that had been placed on the back of the chair stiffened instantly, and then the whole body froze for a short time.

'Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! 'There was only the urge to shout in my heart, and Tsunayoshi Sawada once again had a clearer understanding of his bad luck.

"...I'm very sorry!" He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the eyes of the people around him. After bowing abruptly towards the back table, the young man helped the other party put the table back to its original position, pulled away the chair and sat down nervously but extremely quickly. up.

As if he had finally returned to a relatively safe space, his almost uncontrollable body relaxed and was dominated by his own will again, and he even wanted to take a big breath.

The young class teacher stood on the podium and resumed the lecture.

When he raised his hand, it was like the wings of a bird, and when he lowered it, he seemed to be the conductor who controlled the entire orchestra, completely controlling the rhythm of his heart.It reminds people of birds flying across the blue sky or a beautiful melody integrated into language.

The boy raised his head again, and the gorgeous movement freed him from the entanglement and embarrassment that surrounded his thoughts, and he was slowly brought into another refreshing world.

When a person does something seriously, he will gain a kind of power to stabilize the mind.

......

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, it was as if the ship was sailing in the blue ocean of thoughts, and someone dropped the anchor and nailed it to the reef of reality.The force pulled by the iron cable prevented the boat from continuing to sail, and was pulled back to reality by the sea wind.

It's over, the two consecutive classes are over.

The teacher on the podium sorted out the lesson plans with a smile, said goodbye to the students, and then walked out of the classroom.

The noise between classes seemed to disappear in the class. The students were like sailors fighting against the storm, unyieldingly holding on to the last piece of wood they wore, wanting to struggle and drift in this warm ocean current for a while longer.

"That's amazing! Teacher Aihara!" Takeshi Yamamoto's eyes were clear and bright, and he expressed his sincere admiration, "It turns out that class can be as interesting as baseball!"

A teacher's generosity does not belong to one person alone, but to all the students he teaches.

'Really... so amazing... Aihara-sensei. 'Sawada Tsunayoshi echoed in his heart-after all, even he, a useless Tsuna, could concentrate on listening to the lecture.

At the same time, there was a secret joy in my heart, as the secret joy that I could still have close contact with the teacher after class-they had become neighbors.

However, out of some secret evasion, he didn't tell anyone, including his mother, about the fact that the new neighbor who moved in was his head teacher.

......

After barely finishing his homework, or barely filling in every space on the homework paper, Sawada Tsunayoshi finished his day's study and went into the bathroom to wash up.

The four words "don't be late" that the head teacher said in the morning were tightly imprisoned on him like a spell.

This is a very novel experience, because many people have said the same thing to him during the six years of elementary school, with different tone and different wording.

Afterwards, I gradually got used to the behavior of not changing after repeated admonitions and did not mention it anymore, because the fact that I was late was reflected in the grades of the teenagers.

However, this time is different.Sawada Tsunayoshi could hear a weak but firm voice in his heart - we can't be late anymore.

The embarrassing experience in the morning has been deeply engraved into the brain and muscles, almost forming a conditioned reflex.When he couldn't get up, he asked his mother to wake him up. When he wanted to stay in bed, the face and voice of that person appeared in his mind, so he woke up and the drowsiness disappeared.

why?Why is it different this time?

The more he understood the charm of that teacher, the more he felt that he was not worthy of the invaluable kindness released by the other party.

He even felt guilty—the more he was attracted to the other party in class, and when he returned home to face homework and textbooks like a bible, the gap made his guilt more obvious.

One day, when Aihara-sensei finds out that he is hopeless and a real good-for-nothing, will he be disappointed in him?But at least, at this moment, he can still hypnotize himself and try to change himself so that the luck in the mirror can last longer.

All he was trying to do was try to hold on to something precious, something he hadn't yet been able to describe in the precise words of the man's generosity.

Lying on the bed, the boy adjusted the alarm clock for the next day, but before he was about to cover himself up and fall asleep, he lifted the blanket again, took out the textbook in his schoolbag and opened it.

The small English letters like wheat grains are like mysterious alien symbols, and he is struggling to identify the meanings in them.

After a while, with a heavy sigh, the boy closed the book again and lay down.Roll up the quilt and cover it, as if all troubles are also covered.After staring at the ceiling that was still clear under the moonlight for a long time, Sawada Tsunayoshi finally closed his eyes.

Sure enough, if you are a waste, don't think about any miracles will happen-but at least do the only thing that can be done.

......

In the morning reading class the next day, Tsunayoshi Sawada walked into the classroom 10 minutes before the bell rang.

5 minutes before class, Aihara Kiyoshi, who is the class teacher, also came to the class early.

Standing on the podium, his eyes paused slightly in that corner, and unexpectedly met the boy's eyes.Sawada Tsunayoshi visibly became tense and stiffened.

Seeing this, Aihara Kiyoshi had a gentle smile in his eyes, and looked at the disturbed student with a tolerant smile, then looked away.

'It's working hard, kid. '

The head teacher looked away from him——Sawada Tsunayoshi breathed a sigh of relief at this recognition, and at the same time, a trace of lost water slipped through the gully of his heart like an imperceptible stream of loss.

What I feel more is that I am overwhelmed by the gentle smile and amiable and friendly attitude as always.Although I believe that I will only have it temporarily, but at least I am satisfied at the moment.

The young man greedily wanted to keep this surprise longer, longer.Therefore, for a whole month, he was never late again.

The student on duty who registered the late list suddenly realized this, and said in amazement, "Ah... By the way, the waste chai gang hasn't been late this month!"

He is a classmate of Sawada Tsunayoshi's elementary school class, and of course he is very familiar with the nail household on the late registration form, so he was surprised by the sudden disappearance of this name.

"Hey - I just said that every time there is something wrong with the morning reading, he seems to come early recently." His friend was also surprised.

"Have you changed your gender..."

"The monthly exam will be next week. I'll know when the time comes."

For students, grades seem to be the best proof of a person's character.

The student on duty wondered if his class would put on a documentary film about the useless counterattack?Such possibilities seem to make an otherwise boring exam interesting.

......

The monthly exam, a test to detect students' learning outcomes in stages, comes to them according to the established route and pace as time goes by.

The invigilator walks down the neatly arranged seats and distributes the test papers.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart was pounding, and the same unfamiliar footsteps of the unfamiliar invigilator seemed to be stepping on his heart, stepping on the narrow blood vessel, causing the red blood cells to block the outside of the brain.

Sensitive nerve cells stretched out their tentacles trying to touch oxygen, but no matter how hard they tried, they only found a blank space.

The white paper rolls rubbed against each other and then came into contact with the air, making a slight 'crash' sound.But when the sound reached the boy's ears, it was so harsh that his eardrums vibrated, and even echoed in the narrow ear canal.

The edge of the test paper was like a blade. I don't know if it was placed on the table or touched his neck.

This is a simple monthly exam, but for the teenager it is more like a trial in court - the final judgment will make his teacher change his gentle and friendly attitude and realize that he is just a good-for-nothing .

Pick up a pen and write your name on the test paper, just like a prisoner signing a judgment.

The false image he had been desperately maintaining had finally ushered in the moment when it was washed with clean water and completely dissolved and lost.

......

Standing by the window of the classroom, Kiyoshi Aihara stared at the boy in the corner.The expression on the young man's face and the inadvertently pitiful gesture made the grown-up almost feel sympathetic.

However, the young teacher's expression remained unchanged, and he just stood there quietly with no expression on his face.

He understands that this is the road that teenagers must walk.No one can participate except Tsunayoshi Sawada himself - a solo path.

Go through the thorns, and then - completely transformed.