Summer 【Chiqin】

The day when he came to sit in on Mr. Kurosaki's English class was fine.He sat in the last row of the classroom, thinking that Gin, as a teacher, was obviously not very kind.The girls who were whispering about themselves stopped making noise the moment Mr. Kurosaki entered the classroom.The whole space is as quiet as stagnant water in a pool.

Then Gin's voice rippled like a stone falling into a pond.The sun is too good.The students were unnaturally quiet.And he also quietly watched the scene in front of him.blackboard.blond.White chalk lettering. Gin's long hair was tied into a ponytail, with fine hair scattered on his forehead, and his thin-rimmed glasses softened his expressionless face somewhat.He found himself still laughing.

Leave get out of class on time when the bell rings.No procrastination.The space suddenly became lively.The bold female student was the first to talk to him, holding a workbook and asking him questions.

He said why not ask Mr. Kurosaki.When he asked in this way, he understood that this act was called knowingly asking.

How dare girls say.She said that no one except Mr. Baima would dare to talk to Mr. Kurosaki.And he followed the girl's gaze, and saw Gin being blocked by a student with the same blonde hair in the corridor.Elegant English flows out and sneaks into this classroom with the daylight.He said sorry to the girl and got up.

White Horse Detective.

He narrowed his eyes.

The students said Mr. Kurosaki's Japanese is very good as a foreigner.And he answered before Gin could speak.He said, isn't Baima the same student?The girl on the other side dared to tell him that Mr. Baima was of mixed race, that he was half Japanese. Gin finally opened his mouth and spoke briefly and forcefully, attracting the girl's attention.

He said me too.

Then turn around and leave.The long blond hair was thrown out in an arc because it was tied up.

Later he saw Gin on the rooftop.

He thought it was too easy.This is the only place in this school where you can smoke secretly.That [thanks I don't smoke] is obviously an easy lie.He saw that Gin saw him as well but his face was still expressionless.He walked up to him and took out a cigarette.

He said that one of your students is a high school student named Detective.He lights his own cigarette.

The other party did not take his words.So he turned to look at him.He thought it would be more real to see this man in daylight.The tragedy of Xia in the background dyed the world green.

He raised his hand.

Gin was visibly alarmed by his move.He took a tiny step back, and finally turned his gaze to his partner.

And he just raised his hand to take off the delicate glasses on the bridge of the other's nose.The movement is light.Then put it on yourself.

Optical glasses.He said.The little detective will be suspicious.

so what.

Gin said this emphatically and then relaxed, his gaze fell into the distance, and gray clouds spit out between his words.

In the days that followed, Akai thought he quickly got more information about that person.It was easier to approach a person in daylight after all.And school is a simple enough place.

When he returned to the office after class, he saw that besides the neatly arranged homework books on his desk, there were sporadic gifts wrapped beautifully.The female teachers in the same group joked that Teacher Akai is really popular.He smiled without answering.

There was no one at the desk opposite.A male teacher said with emotion that Mr. Kurosaki is really a supernatural being, and he never shows up at school except in class.Some people also said that since Akai-sensei came, Kurosaki-sensei felt much closer, at least he still looked at us when we greeted him in the morning, and he turned a blind eye before.The female teacher who said this had a clear and beautiful voice with a slight sadness.

He said he won't be fired for such a bad attitude.The answer was that it would not.

He said that Mr. Kurosaki's professional level is not a problem, and he is popular with students.

And this was the answer he didn't expect.

Popular with students?

yes.Mr. Kurosaki doesn't ask questions, doesn't procrastinate, and doesn't leave homework.Seriously, he used to teach college students.

He thought it was indeed Gin's style.And it's a smart thing to do.He looked at the piles of homework on the table and thought that he also didn't like grading homework for little ghosts.

When I put the gift in the drawer, I saw a potted plant without a card attached.The pink satin is tied outside the palm-sized flowerpot, and the cactus exudes an earthy smell, showing a dry and lush appearance in summer.He gently pushed the plant across the border, and a cactus grew on the man's table across the way.

He wondered what Mr. Kurosaki's expression would be when he received a gift that his students admired.

He found that he was interested in this person far beyond the intended content.

Later, when Gin pushed the door and came in, the conversation in the office was developing into a friendly atmosphere.A female teacher naturally asked, I heard that Mr. Kurosaki is of mixed race, which country is Japan?

Then the space suddenly fell into silence.Akai noticed that Gin was looking at the newly emerged plant on the table, and he followed Gin's gaze to see that the cactus pot hadn't been completely pushed to another table.It actually presses on the intersection line where the two tables meet.

Later Gin said, foreign countries.

The female teacher who knew she was boring closed the topic.Everyone in the office got busy.He saw Gin walk out of the office and didn't say anything to the new plants.Knowing where Gin was going, he got up and followed.

Afterwards, they smoked on the rooftop and remained silent, which became the first tacit understanding between them.And he looked at Gin's long golden hair and suddenly opened his mouth to take over the topic just now.

Japan and which country?

After this sentence, the person being questioned glanced at him, and then moved his gaze to a more distant place.Akai saw Gin silently looking into the distance, gray clouds drifted from his breath, and his loose black T-shirt swayed slightly due to the cool wind.

Later he heard Gin say, don't know.

The answer is blown away by the wind like a murmur and smoke from the lips.Gradually drift away.

He quickly weighed the subtle differences between the two answers.Even without any actual content, the latter obviously conveys more than the former.He narrowed his eyes slightly for this discovery, and a thin cloud of smoke also dissipated during his breath.

He thought his whole game depended on this one person, and he had to be close to him for that.

He decided to take further action.

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Teachers and sexual movements are both good... I'm about to collapse...