When I was a student, if there was anything I was afraid of, it was undoubtedly that I was suddenly called to the office by the teacher, and I didn't even have the horror of failing the exam and being trained.

The majestic image of the teacher is deeply rooted in the hearts of the students, even if the study is good, even if you usually talk and laugh, but when you should be called into the office, you will not be merciful, at this time you will say that you usually talk and laugh at you, is this how you repay the teacher? Something like that.

Therefore, the impression of a teacher when I was a student was negative and intimidating. But many years later, when I look back, I will think of the teacher's heartbreak for your study and life. I think of the redness of his face, the prickling of his ears or the bluish of his face when he reprimanded him for his incompetence.

Then there was a little sweetness in my heart, and a little bitterness in my heart.

In any case, the status of the teacher is respected by him. The above is limited to Takeshita Icemi's first school days.

"Takeshita, are you very energetic now?" Standing in the corner of the staff's office, which was set up as a reception desk, Takeshita Hinomi stood with a good attitude, while Hiratsuka Shizune sat on a black leather sofa with Jiro's legs crossed, and his fingers were still holding a seven-star cigarette that had just been lit.

"In this way, I can better listen to the teacher's teachings." Could it be that she saw sleeping in class at noon?

"There was a lot of limelight at noon, nay, did you dream of something good during class?"

"Well, the winner of the competition is usually more concerned at the time, and I didn't sleep, I just thought about the math." Sure enough, I was seen, teacher, you didn't even have a normal class in class J and were just a life teacher, how could you come to class J, aren't your classes all on the other side?

"The teacher didn't say you were sleeping." Taking a puff of cigarette, Hiratsuka looked like she was enjoying herself.

"But you said the word 'dream'. Also, most men don't like women to smoke, so if you want to have a boyfriend, ...... Oh~~" Before he finished speaking, his stomach received a fist from Hiratsuka.

"What do you want to say, Takeshita?" She looked at him tenderly, and the knuckles of her right hand made a terrible sound.

"Teacher, do you know, if you are in our country, you can retire in advance." Covering his still aching stomach, he inhaled the cool air.

"Haven't you slept yet, this country has reinstated the legalization of corporal punishment of students, so this is also a kind of education."

Ah, I was confused by you, I'm no longer in my original country.

"Okay, don't laugh, don't sleep in class next time, integrate into the class and study well, and enjoy this youth."

"Sleeping in class is also an essential part of your youth when you are a student. Uh, I know there's no next time. Seeing that she raised her fist again to greet her, she immediately changed her words and promised.

"And what do you think of the Ministry of Ministry?" With a sigh, she talked about the main purpose of calling him.

"That's good."

"Then what kind of person do you think Biqigu feels?"

"It's hard to say that there is no contact in normal times."

"And what do you think of under the snow?"

"Uh, teacher, if you want to ask something, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush." Instead of answering her question, he asked her what was in his mind.

"Whew~~" After gently exhaling a puff of smoke, Hiratsuka Jing snuffed out the cigarette he had smoked a few puffs in the ashtray, "Forget it, you go, participate in club activities, and don't sleep in class next time, you don't want to try the teacher's fist again." ”

It's a waste, "Oh~ then I'm leaving." When he walked out of the office, he hadn't figured out what Hiratsuka's main purpose was for calling him.

As for the warning, sleeping in class or something, it must have been incidental. Otherwise, if he is not a class teacher, he can't be regarded as a teacher, so he would deliberately run outside the class during class time and see him sleeping.

Although as long as you are a teacher, whether it is a teacher related to you or an irrelevant teacher in another class, if you see a student who is a little out of line and is in a bad mood, you will go up to criticize and educate it, and you can only bear it, which is why you were lectured by another class teacher one day.

"Really, are all the imps so individualized now?" Sit back at your desk, find an khaki file bag, and untie the white cotton thread on it. When she pulled out the paper inside, the first thing that caught her eye was a picture of Takeshita Icemi.

She looked directly at the teacher's comments below: although it may be because of her excellent studies, she is unsociable, taciturn and gloomy, and her preoccupied appearance is worrying......

How did this little ghost become what he is now, is this really him? Hiratsuka looked at it for a long time before putting down the file in his hand, and there were two other files next to him who I don't know who it was, the palm of his right hand was attached to his forehead, and his middle finger and thumb rubbed his temple, and he let out a long sigh, which didn't make people worry.

On the way from the staff office of the classroom to the special building, it was a little quiet. The soles of his indoor shoes were soft, because he was called to the staff room after the sixth period and had been in the office for a short time, so there were no students or teachers in the school building at this point.

Although he could still hear the cheers of batting from the playground outside, he still felt that the scene seemed quiet. Walking in the corridor outside the ministry department, this is a corner of the school, and there are usually few people coming to the special building, so it seems a bit dead and silent, if you come here alone at night.

He would have been frightened, who made him timid. On the one hand, although I don't believe in immortals or Buddhas, but I'm afraid of ghosts, it's really a contradictory person.

Even though I tried to push the door of the activity room as gently as possible, there was no way not to be heard in this quiet corner. There is no one I don't know.,There's no special situation.,Yukishita and Hikiya looked at it with the library book.,Yubihama held the mobile phone and pressed it quickly in one hand.,Take the time to see who pushed the door open and then continued to do their own thing.。

"I thought you'd go straight back today." Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head under the snow.

"I'm very active in participating in club activities, you see, sometimes I don't come to Qigu, but I'm very active every day." Put your bag aside, take out your phone and sit in your place.

Don't hurt me, okay, under the snow, you won't be able to distract the problem so easily, usually only she can lead the topic.

"I remember who wanted to argue about it in the first place?"

"Is there such a thing? Who this person is. He pretended to be stupid and didn't care about being exposed on the spot.

"Xiaoxue is talking about you." Yubihama kindly reminded him.

"Yubihama-san, one person can't wake up another person who is pretending to be asleep, so even if you say it's him, you won't admit it."

"Oh, but my mom woke me up when I was a kid pretending to be asleep." Yubihama raised his head slightly, his index finger under his lips, looking cute.

That's right, I often pretend to be asleep and get woken up by Komachi.,I can't sleep well on weekends.,Komachi doesn't think about my brother, who is a sophomore in high school.。

The Ministry of Service is such a place, although it is said to be a place to promote self-change and solve problems, but it is also a place that has witnessed the growth of several young people and girls in their youth.

The afterglow of the sunset shone in, even if Bikiya deliberately found a place near the corner to be warmed by the warm sun, Yubihama sat very close to the snow, you can see that she is holding her body under the snow and doesn't want to let go, her fuller breasts than ordinary people are a little deformed, under the snow while awkwardly coping, but also began to accept Yubihama's innocence approach.

Then a lazy teenager propped himself up on the table without vitality, with the loneliness of a stranger, blending into their different youth.

If this is a painting by a certain artist, it must be in warm colors.

I don't know when it began, the deep and low sound of closing the book under the snow became a signal for the end of club activities.

Then everyone packed up their own things, and rarely left the classroom together to go back together, at most they went to the school gate and walked home separately.

He didn't drag until ten minutes later, as usual, to walk alone on the empty street, but followed him when he got up to leave under the snow.

The future is unpredictable, so he doesn't know if he will still have an intersection with the girl next to him in the future.

He didn't know if the lines of the two men were parallel, or if they were getting farther and farther apart after they intersected, or if they could overlap.

Life doesn't mean that if you work hard to do it, you will go according to your wishes, so he is now imagining the worst and leaving himself a time to remember.

It seems to be a beautiful but cowardly behavior, and he himself hates himself for being like this.