Summary: My daily life can't be so strange

“What did you write that asked Hiratsuka-sensei to call it over?”

The phone dinged, it was a message from Miss Kato.

People are next door, not directly asking in person, but sending messages, something interesting.

“Maybe the teacher couldn’t understand what I wrote and wanted me to tell it myself.”

「…… Wouldn’t Kitami-san look down on the teacher a little?”

“Who knows? I may not be able to go to the club today, so it’s okay for you to be alone.”

“Is it difficult to be in a daze there?”

Ahem, what happened to Miss Kato?

Why is today’s tone a little yin and yang weird?

“Still angry?”

“I’m not angry, Kitami-kun.”

Sure enough, he was still angry.

Putting away his phone, he glanced at Megumi Kato, who was playing with her phone with her head down next door, and came to the teacher’s office on the fourth floor.

Just after class, the teachers of each class are still sorting out teaching materials here.

Seeing Sawagawa’s excellent listening to the north, he heard several teachers gather and confide in each other the list of troublesome students in their class.

Miss Hirasawa Yui, why are you again?

Teacher Jing’s office is in the corner by the window.

He walked over, and Hiratsuka was grading his homework on his desk with his head bowed.

“Teacher, I’m coming.”

Putting down the pen, Shizuki Hiratsuka turned his chair and cocked his legs, holding his hands to his chest and facing him.

In addition to showing her beautiful body curves vividly, Western-style clothing also reveals a different kind of handsomeness.

“Sit.” She pointed to the empty chair next to her.

Kitami Zekawa sat down, his back straight, his hands on his knees, and he assumed the posture of a well-behaved student.

“Kitami-kun, I want to ask you, what kind of attitude did you have to write such a dream?” Hiratsuka Shizune stared at him with a sharp gaze as if interrogating a prisoner.

“Out of dream.”

Hiratsuka nodded his delicate chin and asked, “Did anything terrible happen when you were a child?” ”

“Nope,”

“What about middle school?”

“None either.”

“There is no problem with psychological certainty?”

“The teacher wants something wrong with me?”

“Of course not…”

Hiratsuka rubbed her head with a headache.

Kitami Sawagawa wrote in his essay that his dream was to become prime minister.

It’s a big but elusive dream, completely different from everyone else’s.

Hiratsuka Shizune was relieved, but then.

She saw her students and spent tens of thousands of words detailing what methods they had to use to become prime minister.

First of all, it is necessary to obtain the support of the chaebol family.

For this, he wants to use beauty to seduce the girls of the chaebol family, so as to join the big family and gain support.

When the time is ripe and he takes control of the people, he will expel all the other children of the family.

He then wants to win over a group of forces to take out his rivals on the path of prime minister.

On how to take out his competitors, he wrote 6,000 words with gusto.

What conceals the sky and crosses the sea, borrows a knife to kill, watches the fire from the other side, draws salaries from the bottom of the cauldron, anti-customer-oriented, and responds to a hundred echoes

….

All kinds of schemes come out frequently, and it is dazzling to watch.

If it weren’t for Shizuki Hiratsuka’s research on history, she really wouldn’t have understood what these allusions meant.

Finally, the article ends with the last sentence of Cao Cao’s short song line, “Zhou Gong vomits, the world returns to the heart”.

Hiratsuka wondered if something terrible had happened to her students before.

Otherwise, how could he be so dark as a high school student?

“Kitami, there are many beautiful things in this world besides darkness.”

Hiratsuka looked at him lovingly, revealing the tolerance of a mature woman: “If something really happens, you can tell the teacher, and the teacher will definitely help you.” ”

“Teacher, I’m really not sick.” Kitami Saekawa was crying and laughing, and decided to tell the truth: “Actually, this is a short story. ”

“Short stories?”

“Doesn’t the teacher think that if you dream of writing in this way, it will be interesting?”

“So, the Prime Minister is not your dream?”

“Of course, prime minister is a high-risk profession.”

Hiratsuka took a deep breath, his chest heaving slightly.

She was both relieved and angry.

Skilled in martial arts, she stood up and suddenly punched him in the abdomen.

“Snap!”

There was no imaginary touch, and the fist was blocked.

“Nice attack.”

The teenager’s palm was wide, and it completely wrapped her fist.

Skin to skin, she clearly felt the warmth of the other party.

Hiratsuka Shizune blushed slightly and quickly withdrew her hand.

“Does the teacher think the method of becoming prime minister just now is feasible?”

Hiratsuka Jing quickly converged his expression and said coldly: You are so smart, do you still need to ask me?

In fact, she just thought that the method in the short story was really possible, so she called him here.

Instead of seeing Sazawa in the north, she picked up her coat and draped it over her body and walked out.

“Come here, didn’t I say I wanted to invite you to dinner last time.”

Arriving at the door, she suddenly turned her head.

……

Shizuki Hiratsuka’s car is a sports car of a well-known brand.

It is expensive, a level that ordinary teachers’ salaries cannot afford.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Kitami Zekawa twisted his body uncomfortably to adjust his sitting position.

Compared to sedans, sports cars that pursue character and appearance are extremely bad in interior experience.

Fasten your seat belt and slowly drive away.

Unlike the sports car owner in his impression, Shizune Hiratsuka did not step on the accelerator casually, and the driving was very smooth.

Kitami Sawakawa turned his head slightly and looked at Hiratsuka-sensei, who was an old driver.

Her eyes are serious and calm, and her face is beautiful and intellectual.

The gaze moves down.

The chest is divided in two by the seat belt, which is very large.

Kitami Zegawa slowly withdrew his gaze.

In the end, he is still a bloody teenager.

“To smoke….. Forget that you are still a student. Halfway through his pocket, Hiratsuka glanced at him and took it back.

“It’s good not to smoke.”

“I thought you would say you don’t mind if the teacher smokes such a thing.”

“For nasty things, just say it.”

“Nice character.”

Hiratsuka nodded appreciatively, this crisp personality was very appetizing to her.

The sports car is parked in the parking lot, and Shizuki Hiratsuka takes him to an old izakaya.

The izakaya is small, and the interior is neatly decorated, and the warm yellow light makes it look much warmer.

It is obviously a hidden rich woman, but the place to eat is unexpectedly grounded.

Finding a place to sit, Hiratsuka simply asked what he didn’t eat, and then ordered the order by himself.

Thinking about driving, she swapped the liquor for juice.

Handing the menu to the boss, Hiratsuka’s phone rings.

After answering the phone outside, when she returned, she showed a funny smile.

“Tell you something.”

“Someone is transferring to our school.”

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