How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood on the stairs on the second floor without making a sound. He was doing something very daring for him—to eavesdrop on the conversation between his mother and the teacher.

He was concentrating on it, and his body unconsciously leaned towards the source of the sound.When half of his body was sticking out of the wall that blocked his view, he suddenly came back to his senses and straightened his waist as if he was straightening up.Then, he raised his ears, and was unconsciously hooked by the sound.

First floor

Kiyoshi Aihara and Nana Sawada were sitting on the sofa in the living room, with two cups of steaming tea in front of them.

The young teacher felt that the other party was a very gentle and tolerant woman with a young appearance that did not match her age.Mr. Sawada grew up in such an unfavorable campus environment but still grew into a kind and gentle boy, which is closely related to the love of this mother.

After polite greetings, he smiled and stated the purpose of this visit.

"I carefully read Sawada's test paper and found that his foundation is really weak, so I brought some notes from my school days, hoping to draw up a preliminary study plan for him today."

"That's it, I'm going to trouble Aihara-sensei." Nana Sawada smiled and nodded at him, seeming to agree with this decision very much, she even asked intimately: "Um...do I need to go to Xiaozuna's room?"

"If Sawada-san doesn't mind." After all, the room is a private domain, and you need to obtain the owner's permission before entering.

Without hesitation, the mother raised her head and shouted upstairs: "Xiao Gang!"

"Yes! Mom!"

Being mentioned suddenly, the boy who was eavesdropping panicked for a moment, then stood still like a soldier who was ordered, and then walked downstairs with stiff steps.His mind was blank, and his limbs were almost out of his control.

'Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !What to do! ! !I wasn't ready to face the teacher directly at all! '

Shouting from the bottom of my heart, but the number of steps of the stairs is limited.No matter how much you dawdle, you will get closer and closer to that person with your own steps.When he realized that the person's attitude was as tolerant as ever, the boy became a little at a loss.

Finally, he stood in front of the two adults, his fingers intertwined awkwardly, his eyes dodging.

Nana Sawada smiled and asked him, "Tsuna, Mr. Aihara said that he would help you make a study plan, can I go to your room?"

"...Yes! Of course!"

In this situation where opinions are respected, it is actually more difficult to refuse than being threatened.Besides, when he learned that his class teacher was coming to visit, he had already cleaned up the room.This is a natural action driven by a secret desire.

......

The boy walked up the stairs with his head down, followed by Aihara Kiyoshi.

The sound of the teacher's footsteps reached his ears clearly, but his feet were soft, obviously stepping on the wooden stairs, but he had the feeling of stepping on the clouds - light and dizzy.

Ah... like a dream.

He once had a dream of inviting Kyoko to his house as a guest, but now his teacher came to visit the house first, and wanted to go to his room.

......

Kneeling awkwardly in front of the small square table, Tsunayoshi Sawada lowered his head, clutching the cotton fabric of his trousers tightly with both hands, and knew that it must have become crumpled if he didn't let go.

The student's uneasiness was evident in the eyes of the teacher in charge, and he smiled.

"Am I that scary, Sawada-san?"

The boy whose actions were deliberately misinterpreted shook his head frantically, "...No! It's not scary at all!"

Even though he said this, he still didn't dare to look up at the teacher.

"Is it because I'm so unattractive? Is that so..." The young teacher rubbed his knuckles under his lips in a thoughtful gesture, "No wonder Sawada-san has Refuse to see my face."

"No! No!"

The teasing words made the young man finally raise his head, as if pulling a carrot out of the ground, he lifted his head up with such force, and refuted loudly.

Even if he knew that the head teacher was deliberately teasing him, it was the same as that night.However, for such a person who is willing to give him respect and tolerance, he doesn't want to hear his teacher slander him like this—even if it's just to make fun of something that can't be taken seriously.

There seemed to be a small flame burning in the boy's round brown eyes, and as he looked straight over like this, his eyes became firm for the first time.

Looking at such a pair of eyes, Kiyoshi Aihara smiled and stretched out his hand, crossed the small square table and placed it precisely on the boy's head, "It's really gentle, Sawada-san."

"Ai... Aihara-sensei..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's round eyes were wide open, suddenly being treated so tenderly, it was like a balloon being deflated, the newly inflated momentum dissipated in this small space in just a moment, and there was no shadow left.

Such a feeling... that cherished and became overwhelmed again.

After a while, the teacher withdrew his hand, and he picked up a notebook from the side and handed it to Tsunayoshi Sawada.

"I carefully read your entrance exam and monthly exam papers, and you have indeed made great progress, but..." Aihara Kiyoshi changed the subject, "Judging from these two exams and the homework you usually hand in, the basic knowledge That's what you need most right now."

Junior high school is just like challenging the BOSS by leapfrogging for teenagers. The previous small levels have not been cleared, the equipment has not been collected, and the level is not high enough.So very naturally the challenge failed.

"In fact, there is not much knowledge in elementary school. I have sorted it out here. But you still need to recite the leftover words by yourself."

"You can learn a little every day. I am your class teacher and your neighbor. Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties in learning. You can come to me like other students, whether it is during class or after school."

He finally added: "The most important knowledge points are at the top, and those are also the most frequently tested things in the exam."

After taking the notebook, Tsunayoshi Sawada lowered his head and looked at the cover page of the book, but did not open it for a long time.At this moment, no one's voice echoed in the small room, and it fell into silence again.

Without urging, the young teacher patiently waited for the boy's response.

After a while, the boy finally spoke again.

"...Why, Mr. Aihara." His voice trembled a little, as if trying to control his emotions and body, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Not only was there no disappointment, no criticism, but a timely home visit and valuable learning materials.

He doesn't deserve to be treated like this at all!

The boy was trembling, and hot and humid steam began to diffuse from his eye sockets.His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the manicured round nails had sunk deeply into the palm, leaving red marks.He took a quick breath, and held his breath the next moment.Even trembling with exhaled air.

The young teacher stood up and walked to the boy's side.

He squatted down, and put his hands lightly on the thin shoulders, his words became very light, but with a kind of calming power.

"Because I am your teacher and you are my student."

Teachers care about their students—isn't it a matter of course?

Sawada Tsunayoshi could clearly feel the temperature of the teacher's hand.

The moisture in his eyes finally turned into tears, and several big ones slapped onto the dark cotton trousers and shattered on the back of his hand.He wanted to yell, but no sound came out of his mouth that was already open to breathe.

Is that why?Just because of this?

What a simple and straightforward answer, yet so powerful and deafening.This person told him like this, told him in his ears, and told him in his heart-as a student, he can be so unscrupulous, so carefree, and be tolerated and cared by the teacher.

Just because of his status as a student, not because of any other nicknames, he deserves it.

"I'm a good-for-nothing!" The young man raised his head and looked straight at his teacher, yelling as if he was giving up on himself, but his eyes seemed to be yearning for some kind of hope, "The good-for-nothing good-for-nothing! Teacher, giving me your notes is a waste!"

It's a waste!It's a waste of money!No matter who it is given to, it is much more valuable than him.

Because he is a good-for-nothing, because he is a useless person-this is the reality that he has long accepted his fate.

But...but...

still hope... still hope...

"Why don't you try to believe in yourself once?" The young teacher sighed, his tone seemed to be filled with pity and sympathy, "Can't you believe it? Have you completely lost confidence in yourself?"

"In that case, then..."

Even in this situation, his teacher still didn't insist, just looked at him with a smile.

"Try to believe in me, if you don't believe in yourself, then believe in me."

"Believe that my notes are simple and easy to understand, and believe that my courses will always be attractive to you."

He stretched out his hand again, and gently placed it on the top of the boy's head to comfort him, as if some kind of power was being transmitted from this hand, from his eyes looking at the boy.

"Don't you believe me, Sawada-san."

In this way, the young teacher gently but firmly grasped the boy's weakness—Sawada-san is a gentle boy who would rather hurt himself than let others get hurt.

He may not trust himself - but he will definitely trust his teacher.

Because he was afraid that his refusal would hurt the person in front of him.

It's even more because——he believed in his teacher, and believed in the person in front of him who seemed to have infinite power, and continuously transmitted the power to him.

......

Standing at the boy's door, Nana Sawada held the washed grapes and raised one hand in a gesture of knocking on the door.

But after a while, she put her hand down again.

Smiling and turning back down the stairs, the mother did not disturb the two people in the room.

She thought——I met a very good teacher, Xiao Gang.