My youth romance is always confusing

The wooden seat comes when called and goes away when waved away.

It would probably be inappropriate to bring him along to the next occasion.

Who makes the character so out of place?

After dialing Mr. Hiratsuka's number, I stood there, waiting for Mr. Hiratsuka to arrive.

Hiratsuka-sensei's actions were still very quick.

After a while, a red sports car stopped in front of me.

If it wasn't in the city, I really doubt whether she would drift or something before stopping.

Shizuka Hiratsuka took off her usual white coat and put on casual clothes. If you just glanced at her casually, you might not notice her.

The female teacher rolled down the car window, revealing her pretty face.

"boarding."

Short but powerful words.

It's just that if a high school boy got into a rich woman's sports car and spread it around, it would easily make others think the wrong thing.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to choose a location here where there are few people.

I opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened my seat belt.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, I'll leave the rest to you."

There was no choice, the next shop was the bar 'Angel's Stairs' on the top floor of the Royal Okura Hotel.

This is also the last store in the vicinity with the word "angel" in its name still open late at night.

If I was just checking out the store, I could have gone by myself, but this store is a high-end bar and I have no experience at all.

At this time we can only ask our female teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka who has rich drinking experience to come out.

What's more, if Mr. Hiratsuka can afford a car like this, then opening a high-end bar would be a piece of cake.

"Come to think of it, you're not planning on going there dressed like this, are you?"

While driving, Shizuka Hiratsuka glanced at Hachiman's clothes out of the corner of her eye.

Please, who would wear school uniform to a bar? It would be exposed immediately.

"Then...then I should go home and change my clothes?"

I indeed forgot about this question.

Hiratsuka Shizuka gave an expression that said 'there's really nothing I can do about you'.

"Forget it, just come with me to my house. There should be clothes you can wear there."

"Huh? Going to the teacher's house? That's a bit bad."

"Why? Are you dissatisfied with something?"

"No, not at all. I'll just follow the teacher's instructions."

It's my fault that I'm a student. There's nothing I can do about it.

As the two chatted, the car soon arrived at Shizuka Hiratsuka's apartment.

After getting out of the car, Shizuka Hiratsuka shook her long hair, then took out the key and locked the car.

"Go upstairs."

I followed Mr. Hiratsuka like a little follower.

After Mr. Hiratsuka took out a card and swiped it on the high-tech-looking display screen, the door opened.

"12th floor, teacher, your house is really high."

I looked at the numbers on the elevator in a daze.

On the 12th floor, if each floor is three meters high, then it is almost meters high. For someone like me who lives in a single-family house, that is an astronomical figure.

To give an example, it is almost as high as two or three Sobu High Schools.

Are you really not afraid of heights if you live so high up?

When I thought about the elevator carrying me to that height, my calves felt weak.

Could it be that...I am afraid of heights?

Fortunately, I didn't have too much time to think about it. A feeling of weightlessness came over me and I knew that the elevator was about to arrive.

After the elevator door opened, two black doors appeared in front of us. It seemed that there were two residents on this floor.

Shizuka Hiratsuka plucked out the keys from her trouser pocket.

"Click."

With the sound of the door lock, the teacher's home appeared before me.

"..."

very messy!

Looking at the scene in front of me that looked like a cat's nest, there was something wrong with my expression.

Noticing Hachiman's expression, Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a little flustered.

Damn, I forgot to pack before going out this morning. Now this is bad.

"Well...well, actually if you live alone you don't need to be so tidy, right? Haha..."

Although she tried to cover up the past by laughing, for some reason, the more Shizuka Hiratsuka laughed, the more guilty she felt.

"Yes... yes."

Although deep down I think this kind of environment is basically too dirty to step in, but, are you kidding me, do I dare to raise any objections?

I followed the teacher, put on slippers, and entered the room.

Shirts and clothes were scattered everywhere in the living room, and the shoes were also placed in a very messy manner, some here and some there.

The underwear on the balcony was also hung casually.

There seemed to be no pot on the stove in the kitchen, but the trash can was full of takeout boxes.

This woman doesn't always eat takeout at home, does she?

Maybe she felt that she couldn't hide it anymore, so Shizuka Hiratsuka started to give up on herself. She was too lazy to clean up her underwear and stuff. Just look at it if you want.

Anyway, she has been disqualified as a teacher.

The lost female teacher hid in her bedroom and began to search for the dress she would wear soon.

She could only focus her mind on this to offset the shame she had just felt.

I was sitting in the living room, bored, waiting for Mr. Hiratsuka to change his clothes.

It's just that the 'garbage' everywhere makes me feel at a loss as to where to put my feet.

I had to find a tidier place, put aside some of the indescribable things on it, and then sit down.

Surprisingly, Hiratsuka-sensei changed his clothes very quickly.

I thought she would take half a day to change, after all, she is a woman after all.

My eyes lit up when Mr. Hiratsuka walked out of the room.

Shizuka Hiratsuka picked a dress mainly in black. Her hair was still draped behind her. The purple straps on her shoulders made her skin look smooth and fair. Her body wrapped in black fabric appeared more curvy. The black lace on the lower body looked more like a black gem necklace. Compared with her previous loose white coats and suits, this dress perfectly brought out her original figure.

"How...how?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka stammered as she listened to the only person in front of her who could answer her.

I was still in shock and didn't turn around.

"Ah.....ah, it suits you very well, huh."

After being awakened by the teacher's words, I also stumbled as I expressed my thoughts on this dress.

But he looked a little hesitant and couldn't be called decisive.

"Oh...oh, really? That's good."

Shizuya Hiratsuka rarely showed a little woman's attitude, with a few blushes on her face, which made her, who already looked extremely mature and beautiful, even more charming.

But she was a teacher and an elder after all. After immersed in the praise from her students for a while, she returned to her usual calm state.

"Ahem~ Next it's time to change your clothes. Come here."

Regardless of whether it was appropriate or not, Shizuka Hiratsuka forcibly pulled Hachiman into the bedroom.

She opened the closet door and picked out clothes one by one, looking more serious than when she was picking clothes for herself.

Looking at the closet full of men's clothes, I was full of questions.

"Teacher...why do you have so many men's clothes at home?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's movements suddenly got stuck like a gear being squeezed by a stone.

She turned her head somewhat mechanically.

"Um...how should I put it, that...it's just...oh, it's not a big deal, haha."

Said a lot of useless nonsense.

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a little nervous when being stared at by Hachiman's dead fish eyes.

She lowered her head.

Forget it, it’s already like this, just say it.

"Actually, it was to deal with my parents. Every time they came over, they would ask me if I had found a boyfriend. I got annoyed by it after so many times, so I bought these clothes and lied to them that they were my boyfriend's clothes. This way, they could go home with peace of mind every time."

Seeing Mr. Hiratsuka's tearful look, I felt like I asked some questions that I shouldn't have asked.

"Well... it's really well-intentioned."

Come quickly, someone come and marry her.

After some trouble, I changed into the suit that Mr. Hiratsuka picked for me.

"Well, that's good."

Looking at Hachiman, Hiratsuka-sensei seemed very satisfied with his matching and nodded.

Hey, is this some kind of doll dress-up game?

I am a boy, so please try to change the doll into Ultraman when changing clothes.

I looked in the mirror and found that my original bookish school uniform had been completely removed and I was now wearing a black suit.

Combined with the slim-fitting style, it actually makes a gloomy guy like me look a little more manly.

I don't know what brand this is, but the fabric feels very expensive.

Is this the power of money? Damn, I'm so envious.

The teacher's family is really rich.

"Well, later--"

Mr. Hiratsuka pushed me down on a stool in front of the mirror and started fiddling with my hair with both hands.

"Teacher?"

"Don't move. I'll fix your hair and then we'll be leaving."

I glanced at the clock next to me and found that it was almost eight o'clock. Usually by this time I would have been lying down at home to rest.

But today I have to run around for Kawasaki's affairs. How can I be called a corporate slave?

Those hands, which were a little too gentle, were in stark contrast to the usually violent female teacher. What I could feel was a motherly touch above my head.

After a while, I got into the sports car with Hiratsuka-sensei's hair styled to look like an adult.

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