[Comprehensive] Trying my best to teach and educate people

Cigarettes, canned coffee.

When Oulumite saw Amano, he also saw these two things at the same time.

The cigarette has just been unpacked, the first one is on his mouth, he has finished one can of coffee, and now he is opening the second can.The taste of coffee is not very strong, but you can still smell the astringent taste.The young man was lying on the guardrail, puffing and puffing, looking very troubled.

Standing at the gate of the rooftop, Oulumite looked at this figure from a distance, feeling familiar inexplicably.Before, he often came here to eat with the Green Valley boy, and occasionally when he was upset alone, he would come up to quiet down, otherwise it would be very conspicuous if he appeared in the cafeteria or other places.But in this kind of place, he was quite surprised to see his partners from the same camp.

Because as a new teacher who joined the job at the same time, Amano-kun always behaved with ease, seemed to be popular among the students, and got along well with other teachers, which made him a little envious.

he walked over. "Morning, Amano-kun."

It was almost noon, so he should have said noon, but it was the first time he was alone with Amano-kun.Oulumite couldn't help being a little nervous. In fact, he is not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships with this appearance.

Amano glanced at him, and then continued to puff up the clouds. He looked at the clouds in the distant sky and responded. "It's Orumaite."

"I can always see you drinking coffee." The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the other party didn't seem to want to talk much. "I didn't expect you to be smoking." He didn't know what kind of topic to find.

Hearing these words, Amano looked at him with a narrow smile on his face. "Oulumite, don't you smoke?"

He shook his head. "I'm not in good health. The doctor forbids drinking or smoking." Even ordinary food should be runny.

What he needs is nutrition, not food itself.

Amano held a cigarette in one hand and drank coffee in the other. "That's really a pity, obviously cigarettes are a man's romance."

"Smoking too much is bad for your health." He coughed a few times, not because he was choked by the smell of cigarettes, but because he thought of his youth. "You are still young, take good care of your body." In fact, when you are in your 30s or [-]s, you will want to have a cigarette or soju when you encounter troublesome things.Especially in that period of bad memories, alcohol and tobacco are often accompanied by things.

Amano was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and pointed to his face. "Oulumite, how old do you think I am?"

He blinked. "Around 25."

Amano looks very young, without any wrinkles or aging on his face, and he is in a good state of mind, always smiling when he sees people.Dressed a little more stylishly, he is no different from the young college students on the streets of Tokyo, and I have a good impression of him.Compared with Aizawa-kun across from his desk, Amano looks even greener.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He laughed suddenly, making Oulumite a little at a loss.

Amano threw the cigarette into the finished canned coffee, and there was a crackling sound from inside.

He leaned back on the guardrail again, reached out and grabbed the hair on his forehead, and brushed it up. "Some people thought so before." The volume was slightly higher than before, and the emotion seemed to be raised by the sentence 'about 25'.

"Aren't you 25?" Olumite approached him.

Looking at it seriously again, could it be younger?

The only strange thing about this young man in his eyes was the white hair.

It's strange, he occasionally feels that it shouldn't be this color, but it doesn't look like it's dyed. Although there are juvenile whites, it doesn't look like it.Oulumite shook his head, sometimes it feels like it always comes out of nowhere.

Amano nodded. "Of course." He stood up straight and raised his eyebrows. "Don't look at me like this, I'm already 32." Stretching out his fingers, every word he said was compared to a number. "Thirty-two!

"Ugh?"

"Ugh?"

"Ah!!! Bigger than Aizawa-kun?"

Aizawa is about 30 years old.

Oulumite's mouth was so wide that he could stuff an egg in it. Seeing his expression, Amano couldn't hold back a snort, and laughed.

"You are teasing me, Amano-kun." Seeing him like this, Olumite deeply felt that he might be deceived.

Amano shook his hand. "No." He coughed lightly, mysteriously. "Actually, I am neither old nor dead."

"..."

Olumite glanced at him with an expression that seemed to say 'Who are you lying to? '.

"Hahaha, just kidding." He leaned on the guardrail again. "This is someone else's ability. I have never found that person, so I have maintained the appearance of the [-]th generation."

"ability?"

Hearing this, Oulumite couldn't help but sternly said.

"En." He nodded and took out another cigarette. "It's like a curse." When the fire was lit, Oulumite noticed the strangeness in his voice.

"Will it affect bodily functions?"

He couldn't help asking, as a professional hero, as expected, this was what he was most concerned about.

Amano shook his head. "No, nothing has been found so far."

"When you were in your 20s?" He asked a little cautiously.

"Huh? I can't remember the exact time. When I went to South America at the age of 20, I was suddenly attacked. After that, I found that the people around me changed a little bit, but I was still the same. However, a lot happened during that time." I can't remember exactly whether it was recruited in South America or Europe." He was pinching his hair, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "However, the color of the hair has changed. It has become this strange white color. No matter what kind of hair dye you use, it doesn't work."

Oulumite looked at the young man's hair, which was different from the white ones he usually saw, and showed an inexplicable morbidity.

"By the way, does Orumite have any children?" Amano asked suddenly.

"Don't call me Olumite, my real name is Yagi Jundian."

When Amano heard this, his fingertips trembled, and he heard him say again. "Why did Amano-kun ask this?"

"I just feel that teaching students is a bit like raising children. It's just as annoying and worry-free!" He turned his head and said seriously. "Bear children are naughty and disobedient, just like students. I clearly explained it to them in class, why don't you think about it before you act." He sighed and shook his head again.

Amano turned around and sat cross-legged on the ground with his back against the guardrail. "They asked me a question today." He exhaled a white smoke ring, his eyes followed the smoke to the blue sky above his head. "It's not a difficult question, but it's not easy either. It's said that everyone has a Hamlet in their hearts, and everyone's answer will vary according to their living environment."

He tousled his hair irritably.

After hearing this, Oulumite couldn't help laughing. "You are worrying about this matter." I thought that everything was going well for Amano-kun, but I didn't expect to have the same trouble as him.Orumat also sat down. "When I was in class, I occasionally encountered such a situation."

Most of the problems encountered in the education work are similar, but they also share what they are responsible for. For example, Aizawa, the problems there are beyond imagination.

"However, I don't have children and don't know the difference between raising children and teaching students."

This is an 'answer' that has never appeared in his life, from childhood to adulthood, in decades of life.From elementary school to high school, from meeting Shimura-sensei, and then had to go to the United States, although there is a woman I like, but I still can't get to the step of forming a family.His existence, the existence of that man, represented 'danger'. "Amano-kun, do you have any children?" He turned his head and looked at the profile of the young man beside him.

However, if Amano-kun is really 32, then maybe there is a child, Oulumite can't help but think of Aizawa, it seems that he has never seen Aizawa-kun in close contact with any woman.

It seems to have been living in school.

Amano raised an eyebrow. "No, but I have taken care of children." Speaking of this, he was quite proud in his tone. "It's just that I was a little devil at the time." He bit his cigarette, reached out and took out his wallet. The black wallet was worn in many places, but it was still treasured in the inner pocket of his coat.

Oulumite took a look, there was no money in it, but two photos, and he took out one of them.Pass it over.It's a Polaroid photo, very old, and the edges of the photo have turned yellow.In the photo is a girl in a kimono, with her hands twisted together, standing very shyly in front of a house.

The golden half-curly hair fell on both sides of the small face, the blue eyes like the ocean looked at the camera timidly, the mouth was tightly closed, and a somewhat unhappy face was put on.Oulumite had a feeling, he felt that the girl should want to laugh, but because she was too shy and nervous, her muscles were stiff.

"This is……"

The photo is a little old, but I can still tell that this is a cute girl.

"It was taken on July [-]." The corners of Amano's mouth couldn't help but rise. "It's my sister." He reached out and took the photo from Oulumite's hand. "We are twins, and she always messed up everything clumsily. At that time, my mother was not in good health, so I bought her milk with a mild taste every day, took her to the park to play together, and carried her home when she was tired. At night, it became my task to coax her to sleep by telling stories about her father."

Amano clicked his tongue. "Maybe I heard too much about my dad, and one day I suddenly said, 'Brother, I want to be a hero like my dad'." Oulumite heard a sigh. "At that time, I really didn't know how to explain it to her, and then she angrily grabbed the sand in the bunker and threw it at me." Amano turned his head and asked him suddenly. "It's too much, this kind of behavior, I almost thought I was blind at the time."

Oulumite didn't react a little, but just blinked those eyes, his eyes still fell on Amano's face.

Amano took out the cigarette that was almost burnt to the butt, and held it between his fingers. "At that time, I really didn't know how to explain it. People without personality cannot become heroes."

"No personality?" He couldn't help but make a sound.

As if a certain nerve in his brain was involved, he suddenly thought of himself, and Green Valley. "Hmm." Amano's eyes returned to the yellowed photo. "Well, I don't know why, but that guy is the only one in the family who doesn't have any personality."

"But." Amano's voice changed.He stuffed the photo into his wallet again. "I didn't take her for a long time. Later, something happened to my mother, and she was adopted by relatives."

Hearing this, Oulumite understood why Qiwusan's photo was taken by a relative, and why he carried a yellowed photo instead of the most recent one. "Your father..."

Hearing these words, Amano's face sank. "It's a professional hero, but I died before I was born." He couldn't help clenching his fists. "Mom is because that person made too many enemies when he was young, and was..."

He tossed the cigarette butt into the coffee can. "Oulumite." He took out another one, held it between his lips, and lit it. "Actually, I really hate the profession of heroes, so when students ask 'teacher, is your hero of justice', no matter when, I can't answer."

"But." Olumite smiled at him. "Amano-kun is very gentle, isn't he?"

"Ugh?"

Amano was taken aback.

Olumite smoked the cigarette from his mouth and threw it into the coffee can. "Amano-kun, you are very gentle." When he was complaining about his sister, his expression was so soft that the tenderness in his eyes almost condensed into tears and dripped down.

"Are you still in contact with this...sister?"

Amano shook his head.

"Why?" Olumite didn't understand.

Amano gave him a complicated look, then lowered his head. "For some reason, we lost contact."

"You should know your name, right? If you go to the newspaper or post it now, you should be able to find it." Now he was worried.

How touching it is for separated brothers and sisters to meet again, and judging by his expression, it feels like he also wants to see his sister.

Amano hesitated to speak, but finally opened his mouth and said the name. "The name is Mirai, and my mother always hugs her and says 'our little Mirai-chan'."

"Future!"

"Hmm." He looked at Oulumite who suddenly turned up his volume.

"Good name."

Olumite nodded sincerely at him. "It must be the name that contains good expectations." He felt a little emotional. He had imagined that he would start a family several times before, and there would be scenes when he was a child.

If it is a girl, it is called Future, because many things happened at that time, and I want to pin my hope and good wishes for the future on my child, hoping that she can have a bright and happy future.If it is a boy, he will use the name 'Aozora'. In Japanese, these two words mean blue sky and clear sky. I hope his life will be like his name, with no clouds in the sky and sunny skies.But this was all a previous imagination. In fact, he is alone now, and even the man has not been caught yet.

I can't even imagine this kind of thing anymore.

"Olumite. No, Mr. Yagi."

With the sudden change of title, Oulumite tilted his head in doubt.

Amano lowered his head, he let out a long mouthful of foul air, wringing his fingers uneasily in front of his knees. "You...you...if you have children...will you love them?...how will you educate them..."

Oulumite was taken aback for a moment, then remembered the troubles of the other party, and couldn't help laughing. "I will definitely give her all my love." At a time like this, Amano-kun still cares about the students.

He's really gentle and dedicated. He's a good teacher.

"This... so..." Amano stood up abruptly, his eyes cruising on the rooftop. "I hope you don't forget this sentence!"

He bent down and picked up all the coffee cans. "I'm going back, and I have a class in the auxiliary department later." After finishing speaking, he hurried off the rooftop.

Oulumite opened his mouth, and a drawn out 'yes' was still under his tongue.

Amano-kun, did you solve your troubles?