My youth romance is always confusing

"That's all for today."

In class, the teacher gave the order to end.

All the students sitting in their seats breathed a sigh of relief, including me.

I stuffed the books on the table into my backpack and had no intention of staying in the cram school any longer.

"You're going straight home?"

"Ah? Well, there's someone waiting for me at home."

Kawasaki's proactive approach caught me off guard.

It was fine that he just chatted with me privately during meals before, but he actually took the initiative to talk to me in the classroom?

Could it be that they got it mixed up with the place where we chatted earlier in the convenience store?

No, no, no. Come to think of it, it was quite unusual for her to ask questions proactively during the meal.

The main reason is that there are so few places to eat nearby that we have to get together.

Next time you eat, be more careful and go somewhere a little further away.

"You really work hard."

"how about you?"

"I can just study here. Dazhi will take care of me at home."

Daishi? Oh, that annoying ghost who keeps pestering Komachi.

The image of a junior high school boy suddenly appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Damn it, why do I remember what that guy looks like? Get out of my memory right now, you little brat.

"Didn't your brother go to tutoring?"

"He deliberately staggered his tutoring schedule with mine."

When talking about his younger brother, a look of relief appeared on Kawasaki's face.

Perhaps because of the previous commission from the Service Club, the two siblings had a long-awaited heart-to-heart talk, which allowed the two who had drifted apart after entering high school to reaffirm their concern for each other.

Well, after all, not everyone is as considerate as Komachi.

Compared to that guy named Taishi, my Komachi is more considerate.

"Kawasaki-san is also staying here to study... Then I'll also work hard for the first time in a long time."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between Kawasaki and I again.

Hey, Ebina-san, it's not a good behavior to interrupt other people when they are talking, right?

Look at the air carefully for me, aren't you a member of the live-action group?

How come you haven't learned any of Yuigahama's strengths? Girl with glasses

"Eh eh eh?"

Kawasaki shivered in panic and leaned back subconsciously, with his gray coat drooping on the table.

Seeing this, I nodded at her and left the classroom directly.

Good luck to you, Kawasaki-san.

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"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Hiratsuka."

It was almost an hour later when I got home. When I opened the door, I saw Mr. Hiratsuka sitting on the sofa watching TV.

The TV was playing some cartoons from the last century, and there was a familiar sound that was full of the times.

"Light Energy~Messenger~"

How nostalgic is this guy?

However, Mr. Hiratsuka was not the only one curled up on the sofa. Little Mitsuki, a little girl born in the new century, was also watching with great interest.

Oh no, I couldn’t have been infected by this female teacher.

"Ah? If you knew how hard I...work, you should just stay at school and not cause any trouble for me."

The hair was deformed by being rubbed by a violent female teacher.

I lowered my head silently and protested with my actions.

But it was clear that the protests were ineffective.

Soon, the boy's head was made into a mess.

"Honestly, people who mess up other people's hair are more likely to go bald themselves."

"Stop talking nonsense. This is just another piece of urban legend you saw on some anonymous forum."

After saying that, Shizuka Hiratsuka proudly shook her thick black hair.

That's right, the only part of her body that could be associated with the word "young" was her hair.

"The little guy is much cuter than you."

Shizuka Hiratsuka glanced at Mitsuki who was sitting obediently on the sofa and sighed sincerely.

"At least this child won't cause me any trouble."

"Teacher likes children?"

"It's not that annoying anyway."

If she really hated children, then no matter how much Hachiman begged her, she would not agree to such a strange request as helping to take care of the child.

Especially at school, because Mitsuki often appears with her, some people who don't know her in depth mistakenly think that the child is her daughter.

Damn, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend, how could she have such a big daughter?

Thinking of this, Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes became a little gloomy.

"Ah, teacher, your eyes are dead."

"Leave me alone, you little brat. I'm fine here. My mission is accomplished... I don't think so."

Mr. Hiratsuka walked out with upright steps and stopped at the entrance.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there are still two days left, right?"

"Ah, I'll leave you to me for the next two days, Teacher."

I subconsciously bowed to the female teacher in front of me.

It has really troubled her these days.

Seeing this, Shizuka Hiratsuka couldn't help but chuckle. She silently took out a ladies' cigarette from her pocket, but didn't light it, just put it on the edge of her lips.

"You owe me a favor now."

"What are you talking about, teacher? Is there any need for us to talk about personal relationships? As a student, I will go through fire and water for you as long as you need me."

"Tsk, that's just a nice thing to say. In that case, help me write a manuscript tomorrow."

"No, that's off the table."

"So you kid..."

Although it might seem a bit unkind of me to reject Mr. Hiratsuka's request, I knew that I was just joking.

Hiratsuka-sensei made me work, but he never asked for any 'favors'.

In this respect, she may be more like a capitalist than a capitalist.

"Oh, by the way, try not to tell anyone else that I came to your house."

"What's wrong?"

"Look, if a young female teacher goes to a male student's house during the holidays, other people will definitely think too much about it. It will be very annoying if rumors spread everywhere."

"It seems so. It is indeed easy to attract criticism when a female teacher goes to a student's home during the holidays."

"Did you leave something out on purpose?"

"Male student? Never mind. Teacher, you don't have to worry. No one else will know about this."

I silently suppressed my complaints, looking at Hiratsuka-sensei's face that looked like he wanted to explode but had no way to do so, and I couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

Sometimes, deliberately not saying anything is more effective than saying it out loud.

Hiratsuka Shizuka grimaced for a long time, but finally gave up the idea of ​​resorting to force to express her frustration.

"By the way, teacher, did you drive that red sports car outside?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just too conspicuous parked in front of my house, and we're not a family that has people driving that kind of car."

Seriously, I just came back from the street and the neighbors around me almost drowned me with their stares.

I still hope that Mr. Hiratsuka can pay more attention to details in the future.