You are the ruler of this world.

The large-scale dungeon "Kuroko's Basketball" was officially launched.

It's tutoring time.

You're tutoring a red-haired teenager in his room.

He looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a simple white shirt and a blue-rimmed knitted vest, sitting in a leather chair, his chin propped up with his left hand, his right hand resting on the table, and his slender index finger tapping up and down the table in a rhythmic manner.

His gaze fell intently on the thick English management book in front of him.

There's a wooden desk between you and him.

You push the rimless eyes that rested on the bridge of your nose, and pretend to glance inadvertently at the mirror embedded in the marble wall next to you—

You notice that you are a woman in a black suit with blonde hair and a delicate face, about twenty years old, but at the same time you notice that your facial expression seems a little stiff, so you try to twitch your mouth muscles-

"Teacher ......"

Akaji, who turned his head sideways, seemed to be about to ask you some question, and the embarrassed look of your mouth twitching happened to crash into his eyes.

His gaze froze for a moment, looking a little surprised and confused.

"Rewind Time"

You said calmly.

The next moment, the qiē in front of you faded to gray, and the young man with delicate eyebrows and eyes also stopped at the second when his eyes closed, accompanied by a huge timeline appeared directly in front of you, with a cursor on it that you could adjust the time.

Instead of rushing back in time, you stood up from your position and walked step by step to Akaji, who closed his eyes.

You pick up his jaw with one finger, so that his stilled head has to be forced to lift up, and you look in along the slightly open neckline of the young man...... But I can't really see it, and I can only sigh in my heart that the boy is not as thin as he looks.

Then you turn your gaze and begin to slowly study his face again.

The boy's complexion was fair and sickly, even feeling a little transparent, and you could faintly see the capillaries under his skin.

Now you have your first memory - you are Seishiro Akaji's management teacher, you are very young, but because you have an MBA certificate from an American university and five years of practical experience, you are quite trusted by his father.

You are a very strict teacher, you have given him a lot of tasks, and this teenager who strives for perfection sacrifices almost all of his rest time in order to complete your tasks and prepare for the upcoming final exams at the same time, and even does not sleep for more than several days in a row.

You let go of his jaw, your index finger slid over his lips, the soft touch made your cheeks a little hot, and your fingertips moved up and down the boy's face for a long time.

Finally, you restrain your desire, reluctantly withdraw your fingers, and adjust your reddened cheeks and ears in the full-length mirror.

You rewind the timeline to about two minutes ago and press the play button.

Now the plot continues.

You straighten your back, your hands folded on top of your suit, you look too formal, and you look unusually tight with the narrow phoenix eyes that stand behind your rimless glasses.

"Teacher"

After a while, the boy looked up from the book quite politely, as he had just done before, and wanted to ask you some question, but he did not seem to fall under your momentum in the slightest.

You notice his bloodshot glasses and slight dark circles under his eyes, and you can't bear to look at your own "results"

You raise your head slightly, nudging your eyes, motioning for him to continue.

"The definition of this span principle of management," he said, picked up the book, turned the direction of his chair, and spread it out on the desk facing the two of you, marking the passage with his slender fingers with a marker.

You bow your head and lean in Akaji's direction.

You smell a faint smell of sweat - a symbol of the infinite vitality of the youth, full of seductive smells.

"Your smell ......" You frowned slightly, feigning discomfort and showing that she was particularly concerned about the question.

Akaji was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "I had a club activity before school in the afternoon," his eyes became dark, "I hope you, teacher... Don't worry about it. ”

You pause the timeline, take a screenshot of the picture, and save it to your CG library.

He stared at the young man's golden and red eyes for a long time, and reached out to touch his red hair, which looked like it should feel quite good.

But when your first finger touched the red hair and curled it slightly, you froze and reflexively withdrew your hand like lightning.

You try your best to sit and build yourself up, but you still can't reach out a second time, and you feel like you've lost all your courage.

Because this teenager in front of you is all you have.

You are the master of the world, and he is your master.

So you sigh, adjust your facial expression, and continue the timeline.