My youth romance is always confusing

By the way, it seems that this guy and I were in the same cram school.

Because of the previous commission from the Service Club, Saki Kawasaki found a way to use the scholarship from the cram school to make up for the time she lost from her part-time job.

But for some reason, this woman chose the same cram school as me.

In her words, 'Your grades seem to be pretty good, so the cram school you chose should be of very high standard.'

Well, it sounds like a very rational reason.

"Ah, I remember that since it's the first day, I have to report there tomorrow morning..."

Suddenly, it was as if Conan kicked him in the face with a football.

Only the lightning that appeared in the TV series flashed through my mind.

I have to go to cram school tomorrow. This has been planned for a long time, and it will be the same for the next three days.

There's nothing strange about this. After all, I'm a high school student and it's normal for the courses to be heavier.

But the problem is... Komachi also has to go to cram school tomorrow.

I silently looked at Mitsuki who was standing aside and had no idea what was going on.

The little guy tilted his head, and his black eyes on his fair and tender face flashed with an inexplicable color.

So, what should she do?

"Kawasaki."

"Ok?"

"I remember you seem to have children at home, right? If you go to tutoring, is there anyone to look after the house?"

"Ah, you mean this, relatives and friends..."

Halfway through her speech, Saki Kawasaki suddenly noticed Miyue beside Bai Qiyun and suddenly realized something.

"Oh, right? Is there no one to look after your house?"

"Forehead..."

It’s not easy to tell outsiders about family matters, but Kawasaki’s guess was indeed very accurate.

Kawasaki doesn't seem to take this as a big problem.

Maybe that's true for her, too.

"Why don't you find someone to help you?"

"..."

Looking for help? Who? A friend?

It would be great if something like that could grow out of thin air like moss on the ground.

There's no other way. The only person I can think of at this time is...that guy.

During the conversation, a new customer came in. Seeing this, Kawasaki put the goods in his hand into a bag and threw it over.

"Well."

Luckily, I reacted quickly enough and caught the bag.

This woman...I feel like she's being a bit violent towards me.

I am a guest too.

I returned home with a little resentment, and silently dialed the number of the person whose voice I least wanted to hear at that moment.

"Hey?"

A drunken voice came from the other end of the line.

This guy... went out for a drink right after get off work?

No wonder she can’t get married.

"Hiratsuka-sensei."

"Oh, it's you kid. I saw Yuigahama's results. Tell her not to worry."

"No, whatever happens with Yuigahama, I want to talk to you about something else."

Just kidding, if it was because Yuigahama wanted to ask about her grades, I wouldn't have called Hiratsuka-sensei.

Can't she ask herself?

"So I want to ask about your grades? Your Chinese has improved, and you're second in the grade."

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask... Wait, our countryman got promoted?"

Although the results at the top of the grade were not very stable, there were often wins and losses among the top three.

But since it was almost impossible for that woman under the snow to have any fluctuations in performance, the only problem was...

"Ah, someone fell over your head."

“I hope the teacher can say that my grades went up.”

But that's how test scores are. No matter how you embellish the scores, in the end, the ranking is still what matters most.

"By the way, teacher, are you free tomorrow? I have something to ask of you."

"Huh? Something happened on the first day of summer vacation? You won't let me have a peaceful vacation."

"Please, teacher, just for the sake of my improved Chinese grades."

"..."

There was a 'gulp gulp' sound coming from the other end of the line, and the scene of Hiratsuka-sensei holding up the wine glass with his chest puffed out and pouring wine into his mouth suddenly came to life in my mind.

Well, it's still easy to imagine.

"explain."

This reaction time should be equivalent to drinking a whole bottle.

"It's about Mitsuki again. My sister and I are going to cram school tomorrow. I'm a little worried about leaving her alone at home. If possible, could you ask the teacher to come over? Ah, it'll only take a half-day. It won't take up too much of your time."

'You'...Have I ever called you Hiratsuka-sensei like this before?

Maybe not.

As expected, people will take the initiative to lower their posture when they need help from others.

Tsk, why am I so familiar with this kind of thing? It can even be said to be a physical instinct. Is it because I often humble myself to others in my daily life?

"Oh? That little girl again?"

"Ah...hmm."

Even for me, it's a bit embarrassing to ask for the same thing over and over again like this.

After all, although Ms. Hiratsuka is a teacher, she is still a school employee after all, not our family's nanny. How can we ask her to do everything for us?

But right now, apart from her, I can hardly find anyone else to ask for help.

"What? I thought it was a big deal...How many days do you want to see it?"

"Uh... three days."

I took a look at the class schedule at hand. The only time my class schedule overlaps with Komachi's is in the first three days of summer vacation. The classes can be adjusted later, so at least one of Komachi and I can be at home.

"Oh, so your parents didn't say anything?"

"They are very busy with work, and they are also busy with Mitsuki's admission application."

That’s right, Miyue will go to school after the summer vacation. After all, we can’t let the child stay at home all the time.

If nothing goes wrong, it should be a primary school near my home.

That school has good overall strength, and it is close to home and easier to take care of.

"That was really hard work."

“Teachers also understand the hard work of taking care of children.”

"Hmm? You kid..."

Oops, I said what was in my heart subconsciously.

Fortunately, Mr. Hiratsuka drank a little too much and didn't take it too seriously.

"Forget it, where is your home? I'll be there tomorrow morning, remember to open the door."

The voice on the other end of the phone became increasingly confused, making people worry that the woman might have drunk herself unconscious.

But judging from the sounds of the environment, it shouldn't be in a bar or something like that. Could it be that they were drinking at home?

I hope you won’t forget your promise to me when you wake up tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, I sent my home address to Mr. Hiratsuka.

Come to think of it, this is the first time I sent my address to someone of the opposite sex. No, it seems I have never sent it even to someone of the same sex.

"I hope Hiratsuka-sensei won't come to teach me a lesson in the future."

"What lesson?"

A lovely voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

It must be Komachi. It must be Komachi.

Closing my phone, I sighed silently.

"Nothing, I have to go to tutoring tomorrow. Do you have all your things ready?"

"Hey! Where are my textbooks?"

Komachi suddenly became flustered, twisting her body back and forth between the sofa and the coffee table, with books scattered all around her, like a pangolin swimming in a sea of ​​books.

The pangolin is cute and Komachi is cute too.

So Komachi = pangolin.