My youth romance is always confusing

"Shio...Shiodome?"

Ms. Yuigahama stuttered a bit when she read.

"Two words, is it a surname?"

As a former owner of an amulet, I was somewhat curious about what was inside.

Yukino held it, looked at it for a while, and then shook her head.

"I'm not sure. There are too few clues. It could be a surname, a given name, or maybe a place name."

"Oh, really? Never mind."

I didn't have much hope for this in the first place. It was obvious that the thing had been corroded for who knows how many years. It would be amazing if Yukinoshita could read the words on it.

Seeing that they both still have to continue reviewing, I don’t plan to be a light bulb here anymore.

Picking up my schoolbag, I walked out.

"I'm going back."

"Oh, bye, Xiaoqi!"

Yuigahama's energetic voice sounded again.

Yukino also nodded, indicating that she understood. Perhaps this was the afterglow of the minister.

Nothing special happened in the next few days. Every day I went to school, went home, went to clubs, and went home. It was like this over and over again, so repetitive that I even thought I was in a "mirror flower and water moon".

Apart from--

"Hikigaya, aren't you going to hand in your workplace visit form yet?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka crossed her legs, completely lacking any awareness of being a teacher, and just sat there in a dignified manner.

I rubbed my hands and swallowed.

"Ha... Actually, it's not that I haven't been writing, but the conclusion I come up with every time is that I'm practicing at home. This may be the so-called 'never forgetting your original intention'."

"Don't talk nonsense, kid."

Shizuka Hiratsuka lifted her bangs, then came back to her senses and stared at Hachiman.

He looked like a tiger waiting to devour its prey.

"Next Monday, the final deadline. If you don't hand it in next Monday, don't blame me for throwing you into some hell group."

"Please don't do that."

I don't want to go to a place that even that hellish demon called Hell, Hiratsuka-sensei.

"You, you."

Hachiman always admits his mistakes so quickly, but he never changes, which gives Shizuka Hiratsuka a headache.

If only this guy would be more obedient.

She pulled out a cigarette and lit it in the staff room.

There was no one around, so she didn't have to worry about anything. She just had to open the window to ventilate and get rid of the smell.

"Um, Hiratsuka-sensei, I'm still here."

In order to avoid being silenced, I raised my hand tremblingly.

Teacher Hiratsuka held a cigarette in her jade-white right hand and glanced at Hachiman with an indifferent look.

"You're here, so what?"

So this female teacher has no scruples in front of her students? How much power does she have?

"Nothing much. By the way, how's the school magazine going?"

"You mean the school magazine? Um, huh~"

As she spoke, Shizuka Hiratsuka took a puff of her cigarette and then exhaled a cloud of choking smoke.

"I think it's fine. I handed in the draft that Yukinoshita brought over, and the result was surprisingly good, so there's basically no problem."

"Really? That's good. Because of this, I was severely ridiculed by Yukinoshita. Mr. Hiratsuka, I think I need to make amends personally."

"Compensation? That's not impossible. Come on, tell me what you want."

"Math paper for the midterm exam."

Quick answer.

"How is that possible? Are you stupid?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka held a cigarette between her lips and looked at Hachiman who was sitting there as if he was a fool.

"What? You can't even do such a small thing?"

"It's not a question of whether you can do it or not, but a question of what you can't do as a teacher. Also, don't use that lame provocation. I'm not Yukinoshita, it won't work on me."

Hiratsuka Shizuka saw through Hachiman's plan at a glance.

She tapped the cigarette against the wall of the ashtray, knocking off a pile of ash.

"Then just give it to Hiratsuka-sensei as you see fit."

Well, I knew from the beginning that those wishes were impossible to come true, so I just came out for fun.

"Hi~ Let me think... How about treating you to ramen? It's both delicious and convenient."

"It's OK if it's delicious, but whether it's convenient or not shouldn't be something I, as the beneficiary, should consider."

"Stop talking so much, are you going to eat it or not?"

"Of course I will. Why would I refuse the compensation given to me by the teacher?"

If I refused, wouldn't I be ridiculed by that woman Yukinoshita in vain?

I will make up for this humiliation in the form of calories.

"but--"

Shizuka Hiratsuka raised her green finger and pointed at Hachiman.

"You must hand in the report to me honestly."

"Yes~"

After leaving the smoking teacher's office, I saw Yukinoshita standing in the corridor.

She was standing outside the staff room, as if waiting for someone.

But who she was waiting for was not my concern. I immediately wanted to get past her and go home immediately to finish writing the report.

"Cough cough~"

"Ok?"

Yukino coughed twice deliberately to attract Hachiman's attention.

"It looks like someone got scolded by Mr. Hiratsuka because of that ridiculous job internship report? Is there really someone who would write something like that as a joke?"

"Stop talking. This has nothing to do with you."

Since she started talking to me, it must be me that she was waiting for.

I could no longer ignore her and could only turn around and look at this 'high mountain flower' of Sobu High School.

Yukino covered her mouth lightly, "Yes, it has nothing to do with me, this matter."

"Stop talking in that inverted way. Tell me what's going on."

This woman's tone of voice has been getting weirder lately.

"Me? I'm just here to turn in the school magazine that Hiratsuka-sensei requested."

"Don't lie, Hiratsuka-sensei just told me that you've already handed it in."

"Ara, are you exposed?"

Even though she was exposed, there was no trace of embarrassment on Yukino's face.

She put down her hands, revealing her beautiful face in the somewhat depressing air.

"Yuigahama-san said you hadn't come for a while, so she went to look for you alone."

"So what are you doing here?"

"She was out, and I was sitting alone in the office resting. I felt embarrassed, so I just came out and looked around. I didn't expect to find it so easily."

"Oh."

"But who makes someone's movements so easy to guess? It seems that you don't have anywhere else to go except here, teacher."

"I'm really sorry that your actions are so simple."

Now that I knew what she was doing, there was no reason to continue standing in the corridor with her.

"You heard it too. I have to prepare for Mr. Hiratsuka's homework today, so I probably won't be able to go to the club."

As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of a wild animal was heard in the staff room.

"Hey, guys out there, don't say things that could be misunderstood."

Since Shizuka Hiratsuka was smoking, the windows and doors were not closed, so she could hear the conversation between the two people outside clearly.

I shrugged and headed outside.

As for Yuigahama, I can only leave her to Yukinoshita. Although I feel a little sorry for her looking for me everywhere after school, who can blame me for being a student who is exploited by the teacher?

Although others had submitted their reports long ago.

When I got home, Komachi was doing her homework in the room. Even though the next day was the weekend, she was still working so hard today. She really is worthy of being my sister.

There was still some time before dinner, so I returned to my room and started preparing the report that I had to submit by Monday.

However, every time I am about to put pen to paper, I think of the articles I have written before.

In the final analysis, it’s because I haven’t changed my previous ideas at all, so no matter how I write, I will go back to the previous path.

This won't do. If I hand in the same thing as before, Mr. Hiratsuka will probably tear me apart.

“Ahhh, what trouble!”

Really, why does there exist such a thing as job internship in the world?

No, it’s more like the workplace is something that is hard to accept.

I aspire to be a househusband, but now I have to submit to the tyranny of Mr. Hiratsuka. It's really embarrassing.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still can't figure out what to write.

After all, I don’t have any deep feelings about this aspect. The only people around me who are related to the workplace are my parents.

Oh, by the way, there seems to be a shop assistant.

If you start working at that age, you must know a lot.

Should I go ask her?

Forget it, the other party is a girl, how can I possibly communicate with her properly?

Plus, that guy doesn't seem to be easy to get along with.

No no no.

Alas, what should I do?

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