My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 156: Cultivation Thirteen Years in Advance
"Childhood sweetheart!?"

"And they've been teaching you oral pronunciation day after day since you were three or four years old?"

"Glass, are you sure you're not lying? Aren't boys like this only found in anime and manga?"

After hearing Glass's explanation, several girls expressed shock.

"I seem to have heard the name Miyamura Tsunayoshi somewhere..." At this time, the gray-haired girl touched her chin and muttered softly.

And this sound, neither loud nor soft, just happened to reach the ears of those girls.

Just now they only paid attention to the romantic plot in Glass's words and completely ignored the name of the male protagonist.

After the gray-haired girl said this, the girl standing in the aisle to the left of Glass immediately realized what was going on. She pointed at the sleeping Tsuna in disbelief and said:

"Wait... isn't that the name of the boy sleeping in the seat to Nazaki's left?"

There are about thirty students in the classroom, and the names and behaviors of the good-looking boys and girls are very memorable.

And Tsuna just has this feature.

Several girls looked over at the girl's words. One of them looked away, still a little bit unbelieving, and asked:
"Nishimiya-san, this isn't your childhood sweetheart, is it?"

Then she saw Glass nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"This……"

At this moment, she felt like she had a lemon in her mouth. When she first heard what Glass said, she just thought that Glass was so lucky to have met such a boy to accompany her since she was a child.

Looking at Glass's cute face and soft personality, she subconsciously classified the boy's appearance as average or below average.

But who would have thought that this boy's looks are even better than Glass's?
"Nishimiya, you are lying to me, right?" The girl asked again without giving up.

Glass didn't understand why she asked that, but shook her head anyway.

"I do not--"

"Dong...dong...!"

Just when the girl wanted to say something, the bell rang. She had no choice but to tell Glass that she would come and chat with her during the next break.

Seeing this, the other girls said similar things to Glass and returned to their seats.

"Nishimiya-san is really popular..."

Hearing this, Glass glanced at the classroom door. Seeing that Mr. Nokita had not arrived yet, she quickly turned around and apologized to Takagi, who had been ignored by her:
"I'm sorry, Takagi-san. I didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic."

Takagi-san reached out to stop Naoko from putting her hands together, smiled and waved her hands, saying, "Haha... I didn't mean anything else, no need to apologize."

She listened to everything that Naoshiko said after class and was a little bit unbelievable. She felt that Naoshiko's childhood sweetheart was not simple.

Since she was about three years old, she started teaching Glass to speak day after day, and also took good care of her and accompanied her.

Take herself for example, she was 100% sure that she could not do what he did, even if Glass was still resisting and refused to study obediently at that time.

There is an 80% chance that I will give up teaching her after one or two days, and there is a high probability that I will dislike her for not being a normal playmate and stay away from her.

How could a three or four-year-old child possibly endure such boring pronunciation instruction every day? Therefore, rebellion and disobedience are inevitable.

Thinking of this, Takagi Sana instantly withdrew her thoughts, casually glanced at someone sleeping, and then saw that Glass was about to say something to apologize, so she cleverly changed the subject:
"Also, if you don't wake up your childhood sweetheart, you might get scolded when Mr. Nokitsu comes."

"Oh, that's right." Upon hearing this, Glass quickly turned around, stretched out her hand and began to gently shake Tsuna, while whispering:

"Tsuna, Tsuna, don't sleep anymore, class is about to start, Mr. Nokita will be here soon..." At the same time, the crew-haired guy in the corner was heartbroken and reached out to pat his friend who had just returned from the bathroom.

"What are you doing? You look constipated. If you need to poop, just go. Holding it in isn't good for your health."

"I'm so sad! I didn't expect I was a step too late."

"Put it in your pocket!?"

"Fuck you, I meant the Nitro-chan from before."

Upon hearing this, the buzz-cut man's friend immediately realized what he was referring to and asked in confusion, "Didn't you rush over there as soon as get out of class was over? How could you be a step late?"

"Yeah! The method I told you about before was taken by someone else."

"It's just a few minutes ahead. Can't you still compete with him?"

"There's no competition at all!"

"Why can't you compete? Even if he arrives an hour or two early, you still have a chance."

"Thirteen years, a full thirteen years ahead of schedule. What can I use to fight for it?"

"What the hell!? Has this been a habit since he was one year old?!"

"Ok!"

"Thank you for your hard work. Just put these textbooks on the podium." At this time, Teacher Yebei walked into the classroom with several boys in school uniforms. The boys were carrying a pile of textbooks in their hands.

The noisy people in the class were also attracted by this scene. If nothing unexpected happens, this class will probably be about distributing textbooks.

"It's not hard, Mr. Nokitsu."

After the leading boy put all the books on the podium, he said something to Teacher Ye Bei, and then led the others to say hello to her and leave the classroom.

After watching them leave, Mr. Yebei walked to the podium and shouted to the noisy students below:
"Everyone, be quiet. Now, just like before, introduce yourselves. Come up one by one to receive your textbooks."

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About twenty minutes later, the pile of textbooks on the podium gradually decreased as the students came up one by one.

"Pa pa... pa...!" As the last student came up to the stage to receive his textbook and left, Teacher Yebei raised his hand and patted the blackboard behind him that had been wiped clean to a shine.

After the students below quieted down, he slowly said, "Now look at the textbooks in your hands and see if there are eight different ones.

There are eight books: Chinese, Mathematics, Social Studies, Science, English, Health and Physical Education, Music and Art, and Technology and Home Affairs.

After the students below nodded in agreement that there was no problem, she continued:

"Then write your names on the second page of your textbooks. I don't want to hear that your textbooks are missing this afternoon or tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, the students took out pens from their backpacks and wrote their names on the textbooks.

"Tsuna, how about I help you write it?"

Glass, who was sitting in her seat, saw that Tsuna yawned lazily and then stared at the podium in a daze, without any intention of writing his name, so she whispered.

After years of companionship, she could tell at a glance that Tsuna was probably just lazy and felt that it didn't matter whether the name was written or not.

It would be better to let me help him write it. It’s not a big deal anyway, and it can also prevent the textbooks from being lost.

(End of this chapter)