How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

The monthly exam paper was graded after only two days.It was Friday, before English class, Aihara Kiyoshi walked into the class holding the students' test papers.

Contrary to the dull atmosphere in the past where only the top students would expect their grades, it seems that they heard a few words about their English grades from friends in other classes or other teachers.

In other words, I have positive expectations for this month's harvest. Almost all the students under the podium stared at their class teacher and their class teacher's hands with shiny eyes, like a cute puppy seeing a meaty bone. holding test paper.

Almost everyone—except Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was sitting in a corner with his head bowed and his fingers tangled together, feeling extremely anxious.But no one noticed him, and everyone's attention was attracted by the people on the podium.

Smiling and looking around the entire classroom, Aihara Qingxu put his hands on his lips, cleared his throat in a rigid manner, and assumed the posture of a teacher.

"It seems that the students can't wait to know their results."

Noticing the cute teasing from their homeroom teacher, this group of adolescent girls who were full of emotions started to yell, some even wanted to slap the table, but they only gently put their hands down under the gentle gaze of the man.

"Don't be a fool, teacher!" A young man took the lead and said.

He wished he could grab the test paper from the adults and rummage through it himself.

No more teasing this group of lovely students, Aihara Kiyoshi's black eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was very gentle.

"I will send the test papers to you now, but I will not announce the ranking. If you want to know, you can come to me alone during class."

"But first of all, congratulations to our class for getting the first grade in English in this monthly exam."

Even though the students didn't know their individual grades yet, the word "No. [-] in the grade" instantly ignited the collective honor, and their uncontrollable excitement made them cheer uncontrollably.The noise between classes seems to be rarely reproduced in class.

The cheers passed through the thin walls to the next class.

The middle-aged man with neatly combed hair took a deep breath. He stood on the podium expressionlessly, paused for a moment, and continued to read the textbook in a flat tone.The students under the podium were drowsy.

'It's so proud of you, this brat. '

The dissatisfaction in my heart grows all the time, and it gathers together to become jealousy.But in the face of absolute strength, all these hidden thoughts in the dark corners lightly lose weight and meaning.

......

The test papers had already been arranged according to the students' seats, Aihara Kiyoshi held these white papers with black and red writing on them, and handed them back to his lovely students in turn starting from the rightmost column.

When passing Takeshi Yamamoto's seat, the young teacher handed the test paper to the boy and said with a smile, "Student Yamamoto has made great progress."

The dark-haired boy returned a bright smile.

"Teacher, your lectures are so interesting!"

Because I find it interesting, I put my energy into it.He himself is very smart, and his previous mediocre and even poor grades were just the natural result of no labor at all.

......

Sitting on the seat with his head down, Tsunayoshi Sawada's body was tense, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and then wet the clothes on his back.

It's like someone who knows that he has been sentenced to death and is escorted to the execution ground.Every time the wheels rolled forward, he knew that he was getting closer to that last desperate moment.

He sat in the far left corner, the one that was almost farthest from his teacher.But even though several rows of neatly arranged tables and chairs were separated, the teacher's familiar but extremely heavy footsteps still reached his ears extremely clearly.

A little closer, the footsteps stopped, and after a while, they continued to walk forward.

Any small sounds around him became extremely clear, but human voices became blurred in his ears.

He vaguely heard the laughter of his classmates and the distant gentle voice of his teacher.The sound of footsteps became clearer in the chaos covered by the mist.

Suddenly, he wanted to run away.He wanted to throw back the curtains and open the windows and escape to where no one could see, where no one could find him.Remove all traces.

In fact, he seemed to be nailed to the seat, unable to move.The entire body is completely frozen by some kind of icy substance.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer, that moment is coming soon.Or in other words, that moment had already arrived when that person was grading his test paper, which seemed sloppy even though he tried his best.

It's just that now, fate is going to fully unfold that long-anticipated answer, and spread it naked in front of him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought, what kind of eyes would the teacher look at him?

Disappointed?Contemptuous?Hate iron but not steel?Accused?Or wrap all these things he's afraid of and throw them at him?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to imagine that person with a stern expression.

Getting closer, getting closer, the footsteps stopped beside his desk.Like the last stroke of a bell or a drum, it stops.

"Sawada-san..."

He heard the teacher's voice, as if he had split the fog from the middle with a sword, his vision became clear, and the voice was successfully transmitted again.

The immature boy turned his head almost trembling, his eyes were even wet with steam, begging for the teacher's kindness, but he didn't seem to have any hope of getting it.

Leaning down, the young teacher, with the usual tolerance, gently placed the white test paper with red and black lines intertwined on it on the boy's desk, barely making any sound, it seemed a slightly heavier action You can smash the person in front of you.

"Compared to the entrance exam, I have improved, so keep going."

At the moment of execution, the guillotine did not fall.

It was as if a hole had been torn in the black bag of nightmares, and the light of the real world had shone in again, into the tormented, besieged heart of the long-besieged man.

......

Holding the 33-point test paper, Tsunayoshi Sawada walked home with a dazed expression, and his thoughts flew to nowhere.

33 points - pass.

Compared with the 15 points of the entrance examination, it has indeed made great progress, doubled and added three points.It can be said that all this is due to the fascinating teaching style of his teacher.

At the same time, this also made the young man understand—his teacher already knew the fact that he was a good-for-nothing.The teacher in charge of his entrance grades had known it for a long time.

but why...

Why can that person still treat him with such an attitude?Friendly, approachable, encouraging, non-discriminatory attitude.The truth seemed to make all the crappy pretense and half-effort he'd been putting in this month ridiculous.

And this fact was right in front of him, so that he couldn't continue to escape like he escaped from the teacher's house last time - he really got that precious thing that he had dreamed of countless times.

It was the kind of thing he got from Kyoko Sasakawa, only... this time it was a gentle gift from an older man.

But is he really worth it?Is it really worth such a kindness?Is he not worthy of these two precious attitudes?After all, he is--a good-for-nothing!

Because of Jingzi, even if the campus life cannot bring him harvest and happiness, he still works hard to go to school every day.

Because of his teacher, even though waking up early every day is really painful, the prolonged school time has also deepened the pain. Only in the teacher's class, in Kyoko's smile, can he get some comfort, even so he persists Be late again.

But -- it's all trivial stuff.These two simple things can be easily done by any student, right?

"Xiao Gang, welcome home."

His mother greeted him with a warm smile, and the aroma of the food entered his nostrils from the moment he opened the door.Home is a warm harbor, but at this moment his soul is still wandering outside, staying in the eternal moment in the classroom.

The tolerant mother didn't seem to notice the abnormality of Sawada Tsunayoshi's mood, or she was aware of it, but she was still willing to leave space for him, only looking at him with eternally gentle eyes and a smile.

"By the way, Xiao Gang, your head teacher called me just now, and he will come to visit my home at eight o'clock in the evening."

"...what... what—?!"

It's like dropping a bomb on a calm lake, the water splashes high and hits the sleepwalker on the shore.The waves woke him up, and his soul quickly returned to this warm place from the classroom.

"Home...home visit?!"

He stuttered, danced, and didn't know what to do.Before the boy could get away from the vortex of emotion, he was hit by the aftermath of the sudden explosion and fell backwards.

"Yeah, so Kotsuna needs to be ready." Sawada Nana walked into the kitchen with a smile, and said to herself with her back to the boy, "What kind of person will Kotsuna's new homeroom teacher be?"

"He's a handsome adult..." The young man responded softly.

"Huh? Was Xiaogang talking just now? Mom didn't hear clearly."

"No...nope!" Running up the stairs quickly, the boy hurried back to his room.

Looking around the messy little space, he scratched his hair in distress, and finally managed to find a box from the corner, and stuffed all these messy things into it.

......

At eight o'clock in the evening, Kiyoshi Aihara arrived at the Sawada house on time and rang the doorbell.

Not the same, the young teacher is different from the girl Kyoko who was treasured by the boy in his heart.

Girls are tolerant and treat everyone equally.

And the teacher - will make this boy grow up.