Real teaching, but diary flow

He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the point of this guy's appearance was.

So he quickly made peace with them.

This guy might really just be here to provide perks, explain the situation, and create the final cut of the graduation CG.

After all, thinking about it carefully, it seems that among those in the white gym who fit his status and could get a good bowel movement, he is the most suitable one.

Unfortunately, recording is not allowed here, or even if you did record, you couldn't take it out.

Otherwise, he really wanted to take Ayanokouji Atsuomi's line "My white gym" out and send it to Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

How interesting.

With a slight thought, the state was reset, and the environment around Asakusa Tetsu reorganized and distorted back into reality.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains and fell onto the bed.

The time is just right.

Its daybreak.

The churning stomach acid craved more nutrients, and the vanished membership card was replaced by a beautifully packaged 'graduation certificate'.

The master's four ink-wash characters were powerful and vigorous.

'Force is supreme'

"..." He glanced down at his graduation certificate, then quickly stuffed it back into his diary.

The calligraphy is beautiful, but now is not the time to appreciate it.

It's time to eat.

After finishing the meal, it's time to prepare to send Sakura's 'fans' on their way.

......

Rooftop.

noon.

"...Why do I feel like your demeanor has changed quite a bit?"

Looking at Asakusa Toru, who was sitting casually beside her, enjoying the breeze and sunshine, with a deck chair pulled out from somewhere, Kushida Kikyo leaned down, sniffing slightly, and suddenly said.

I haven't seen him for just half a day, and the feeling he gives off has subtly changed. I wonder what he did after he went back last night.

The taste hasn't changed much, and it doesn't seem like any other woman's Xiangzi that seamlessly followed after that.

"Don't you like it?" Asakusa Toru casually asked, lifting a strand of the girl's hair that fell down and lightly playing with it in his hand, controlling the strength of his body.

Changes are inevitable. After all, although only half a day has passed in real time, he has actually fought with Ayanokoji Kiyotaka for hundreds of days.

Even if you've prepared and adjusted yourself for a while, it's still difficult to easily return to your original lazy feeling.

"Let's change the subject." With a light hum, Kikyo Kushida didn't press the matter further.

This guy clearly wasn't going to answer, just like last time when he left her hanging by his own name saying he had something to do, and she still had no idea what he was doing.

"Sakura didn't come with us?" Asakusa Tetsu glanced in the direction Kushida Kikyo had come from; the electronic door, which showed no light, was closed smoothly.

While Asakusa Tetsu was letting her comb his hair, Kushida Kikyo's small hands were also restless, lifting the hem of someone's clothes.

Touch your abdominal muscles.

“She was afraid of being too conspicuous following me.” Kikyo Kushida smiled slightly, seemingly in a good mood: “She texted me saying she’d be a little late.”

Last time, it was already a lot of effort for Sakura Airi to drag her to her room. It would be too conspicuous for Sakura Airi to openly follow the Grade Angel to the rooftop.

Well, the one who stands out isn't Kikyo Kushida, it's Airi Sakura.

Hesitant steps, flustered expression, head bowed.

Everyone would instinctively glance at it; it couldn't be more conspicuous.

The more you lower your head and silently tell yourself "Don't look at me, don't look at me," the more likely you are to attract other people's attention.

On the contrary, those who don't care about other people's opinions can quickly blend into the crowd and disappear as long as they slightly suppress their sunny aura.

This is based on Kikyo Kushida's experience.

Of course, that's true, but it would be too unnatural to ask Sakura Airi to stand up straight. Besides, given her figure, any man would be drawn to her if she straightened her back.

On the contrary, her current hunched posture is more in line with her expectations of herself.

For Sakura Airi, that's enough.

"..." Not long after, just before the sunlight became scorching, the door was carefully pushed open.

Sakura Airi appeared, peeking out cautiously.

"I, I'm here..." she said softly, afraid of disturbing whoever she didn't know.

Upon her arrival, Asakusa Tetsu first casually pointed to the power switch on the side, indicating that she should turn on the power and lock the door. After the red access control light came on, he and Kushida Kikyo stopped their restrained actions, which, although they had some physical contact, felt like they were doing something sneaky in public, and became more open and unrestrained.

'hug'

While we wouldn't actually use this place as a fortress, we still need to maintain a friendly, approachable demeanor.

"Ugh..." The meek and submissive little girl stammered, unable to speak.

But before she could continue to stand there awkwardly, Kushida's mother's large hand began to exert force.

"Coming over here—"

Kikyo Kushida realized that even though only a day had passed, she had inexplicably begun to dislike Sakura Airi's pitiful, submissive demeanor.

It looks so congested.

Instead of looking at her pitiful state, it would be better to give her some of someone else's excess energy.

Anyway, this guy is easily satisfied with just a little bit of happiness.

"Mmm..." Forced into Asakusa Tetsu's arms and nestled next to Kushida Kikyo, feeling the heat rising from her body, Sakura Airi murmured with a silly laugh, her neck slightly flushed: "Hehehe..."

See? It's so simple, yet so satisfying.

But... to be honest, it's getting a bit hot.

This weather is getting worse and worse.

Thinking of this, although she felt a little reluctant to interrupt Sakura Airi's little moment of happiness, she still couldn't help but pat Asakusa Tetsu's thigh.

"Let's get down to business. Is there really a valid reason to come back to this godforsaken place, the rooftop?" she muttered.

Chapter 167 "Buzzing"

“Weak constitution.” Reaching in and stirring his fingertips, Asakusa Tetsu said, “Cold constitution.”

"Physically weak".

"Get some sun and sweat it out."

Upon hearing this, Kikyo Kushida looked up and rolled her eyes at him: "I already sweat enough in bed."

"Stop with the nonsense and get to the point. You're not really planning to do this here, are you?"

Just thinking about it makes me feel hot. It was fine when she came half a month ago, with occasional breezes, but for some reason it's exceptionally hot today.

"If you want, you can." As soon as he finished speaking, Asakusa Tetsu's left hand was locked, and his free right hand casually wrapped around Sakura's waist, but he did not make any further moves.

The fingertips of her left hand were already damp, and the sensation clearly showed that the girl close to her wasn't actually that 'impatient' at the moment.

Or rather, the direction she was so eager to take needed a slight turn.

However, Asakusa Tetsu didn't intend to do it here.

I didn't bring any spare clothes, and walking around in that sticky feeling was really uncomfortable.

If you want to unlock the CG for a new location, try doing it late at night when it's quiet. His mother, Kushida, will definitely find that more exciting.

Today, we'll do what he already planned to do.

"But not now." Before Kikyo Kushida could respond with a yes or no, Toru Asakusa said, flipping through his terminal with his right hand.

The blog message board, which had been open for some time, was displayed on the screen.

"Did you notice us making eye contact? I did."

Asakusa Tetsu's fingertip lingered on that sentence.

“Now, let’s talk about how to deal with this guy,” he said.

Following his words, Sakura Airi lowered her head and looked at the screen.

So, her body trembled slightly, and a sense of tension suddenly spread throughout her body.

"Waaah..." the little victim whimpered, sounding utterly pathetic.

Kikyo Kushida also glanced down.

Upon seeing it, she frowned: "What the heck?"

"Stalker?"

"Wow, are there people like this in this lousy school?"

“The trash from Class D… probably not.” After filtering the information in her mind for a moment, she shook her head: “Nobody in the class cares about your Sakura mom, after all, she does look quite invisible when she wears glasses.”

“Teacher…” Kikyo Kushida paused slightly as she thought of the diary entry she had written criticizing the first-year homeroom teacher.

One normal person and three extraordinary people at different levels.

But there are probably no stalkers among them.

so......

"Is it a staff member?" That was her final answer.

A simple process of elimination.

“…Hmm.” The little tantrum-taker nodded slightly: “Yes, at the front desk of the electronics retail store…”

"I realized it when I bought the camera right after I enrolled in school, so I never dared to get close to it again."

But as time went on, this guy became increasingly worse.

"He sent me a lot of harassing letters." She bit her lower lip, perhaps because she could clearly feel Asakusa Tetsu's body temperature close to her. Although she still looked like a wronged child, she was surprised to find that she could express the anxiety that had been building up in her heart very smoothly.

"So, the evidence is complete, both witnesses and physical evidence?" After Sakura Airi identified the target, Asakusa Tetsu put away his personal terminal.

It's relatively easy to get results from handwriting analysis, and online discourse isn't simply a matter of anonymity guaranteeing complete safety.

The cards that would allow you to crush your opponent were actually given to you by them from the very beginning.

He could easily lose his job simply by reporting him to the school.

“But that’s not enough,” he said.

"My vengefulness is actually a little bit strong."

"It would be too lenient to just make him lose his job or something."

Asakusa Tetsu paused slightly, then raised his right hand and placed it on Sakura Airi's head, gently stroking the little girl's head through her smooth, long hair.

"I won't feel at ease until I've completely crushed him."

Sakura Airi's mood improved slightly after feeling her head being patted, but then she heard Asakusa Tetsu's menacing words and shrank back a bit.

"Ugh..." She hesitated, "No, won't I... face retaliation...?"

"If you don't trample him to death, you might actually get retaliated against." Kikyo Kushida rolled her eyes.

That little coward is so naive.

“A guy like this, who’s probably got a dark side, wouldn’t obediently go back to the right path if he got expelled for reporting something.” Kikyo Kushida glanced at the ‘brain’ on Sakura’s chest and sighed, “If he really gets expelled, he’ll just wait outside the school gate for the day you graduate and follow you home.”

"It's unimaginable what someone might do after bottling up their resentment for three whole years since being fired."

People who are so repressed that they develop an extreme fascination with online idols are often the ones most likely to do the most unimaginable things.

Therefore, Kikyo Kushida actually strongly agreed with Toru Asakusa's idea.

This is absolutely necessary.

“But how to crush them is another matter.” Kikyo Kushida glanced at Toru Asakusa and said, “That’s why he chose to call me over as well.”