The faculty seminar, which began on Saturday morning, was going to be huge, according to Wednesday's meeting, with probably dozens of universities in attendance — the exact number is not known — and Tetsufumi Hirakawa did not listen.

He only remembered that there was a number "6", and whether this "6" was in a single digit or a ten-digit number was not in the scope of Tetsufumi Hirakawa's attention.

He was more concerned about the time and place of the meeting, and whether he was still on vacation after the meeting.

But obviously, considering that he hadn't been in the mood to ask Shiori Shinohara and Amamiya about it since he came back from Wednesday's meeting, it was clear from this point that he was still on vacation.

This kind of thing hit Tetsufumi Hirakawa very hard.

Obviously, the last week's vacation has been occupied by the dormitory, but this week, it will continue to be occupied by the teaching and research committee.

Moreover, one occupation is two days.

Well, two days, from Saturday morning, to noon on the weekend.

Don't ask why a meeting can go on for so long, Tetsufumi Hirakawa also wants to know how these people do it.

In addition, it is necessary to arrange dozens of colleges and universities and at least hundreds of teachers to participate in the conference. Therefore, the venue of the conference is a hotel with conference hosting business.

In other words, in order to start the meeting on Saturday morning at 8 o'clock sharp, Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Maki Kuda will be staying at the hotel on Friday, that is, by this evening.

The holidays have been completely squeezed clean, and only weekend afternoons are left.

And because the two consecutive weeks of vacation are gone, he has to work for three weeks in a row.

Not to mention Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who is already lazy, no one can stand this kind of thing if they encounter it, right?

It can only be said that it is worthy of Japan, as early as the last life, he had heard of the reputation of Japanese social animals.

Now it's your turn to feel for yourself.

It's a really good feeling......

As soon as he thought of such a situation, Tetsufumi Hirakawa's melancholy overflowed from his body, and it was obvious that the female teacher next to him could see it at a glance.

Kuda Moshu, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the vehicle, turned his head to look at Tetsufumi Hirakawa in the co-pilot, couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly.

"Mr. Hirakawa, what kind of expression do you have?"

I saw Tetsufumi Hirakawa propping his elbows on the edge of the car window, his chin on his hands, and his side face looking at the courtyard wall of his house outside the window, and the posture was the standard "melancholy side face" of the male protagonist of Japanese dramas or Japanese comics.

And after hearing the voice of Maki Kuda, he paused for a moment, kept his posture unchanged, like a long shot in the film, and slowly spoke. Eight Chinese Net

"It's time for a meeting......"

The tone is smooth and long, and the blurred reflection of the car window also imprints a lingering melancholy.

Just like autumn, walking under the trees, looking up to catch a glimpse of the dead leaves falling in mid-air, stopping, after a long time, softly sighing, "The leaves have fallen, ......."

Such a picture.

With such a picture in his mind, Hisada Moshu reluctantly spoke: "Mr. Hirakawa, okay, I feel your emotions." ”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa did not answer.

"And, yes, don't continue posing." Kuda says she has seen through what the male teacher is doing.

“……”

After a moment of silence, Tetsufumi Hirakawa silently withdrew his hand and looked out the window.

There is a certain pose...... He admits it, after all, he knew the news on Wednesday, and now it's Friday.

Emotions or something have long been taken back.

However, Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was exposed, was not embarrassed at all, and after sitting down again, he began to look straight ahead calmly, as if nothing had happened: "Okay, then, Mr. Kuda, let's go." ”

"......", Hinata Moshu looked at him with a serious appearance, covered the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled, and replied, "Okay." Do you have everything with you? Information or something. ”

"Bring it all."

"Words from home...... Is the cat stole? ”

This kind of exhortation tone is worthy of a gentle female teacher.

"It's placed."

It's still fostered in the same pet store as before.

"Well, that's good. We-" Kuda Maki prepares to go, only to glance at Tetsufumi Hirakawa, "Mr. Hirakawa, your seat belt." ”

“…… Be. ”

Patronized and posed.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa buckled his seat belt.

The vehicle is started.

Anyway, just like that, Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Maki Kuda went to the venue of the teaching and research association, the end point, the Meguro Conference Hotel.

——

Halfway through.

There is a red light, stop.

Kuda Moshu glanced at Tetsufumi Hirakawa beside him at this time.

His head was resting on the window, and in front of him, the evening light burst into the car through the windshield, slanting on him, and the book in his hand that appeared at an unknown time.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa held the book in his hand and looked at it intently.

It wasn't until he finished reading a page and slowly turned the page that his eyes drew the range of the page, and he finally noticed Kuda Moshu's gaze.

"Mr. Kuda?"

He sat up straight, his head off the window, his eyes off the books, and the governess suspiciously.

Kuda Moshu glanced at the book, looked directly at him again, and reminded him very seriously.

"Mr. Hirakawa, reading a book in the car is not good for your eyes."

"It's okay." Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who saw half of it, did not intend to give up.

"It's really not good."

"It didn't take long, and besides, Mr. Kuda's driving skills are very good and stable, so there is no problem." Tetsufumi Hirakawa boasted.

“……”

The results are outstanding.

Kuda Moki entered a state of having nothing to say.

After sighing helplessly, she turned to ask, "What is Mr. Hirakawa looking at?" ”

"Lolita." Tetsufumi Hirakawa showed the female teacher the bright yellow book cover.

"Huh?" Kuda Moshu stared at the book cover and searched for his memory, "I don't think I've heard of it." ”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa thought for a few seconds and summarized for the female teacher: "It tells the story of a middle-aged man and an underage girl—"

After a pause, he changed his words: "Hmm...... A deformed love story with an underage Lori.。 ”

"Huh?" Kuda Moshu was obviously stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he asked rhetorically, "Lolicon?" ”

"You can say the same thing."

“……”

Hinata Moki doesn't superficially think that "what kind of book you read is what kind of person you are", but driven by curiosity, she blinked her innocent eyes and asked, "Hirakawa-sensei...... Is it? ”

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was successfully amused: "How is it possible." ”

"Really?"

"There's no need to question that." It was obvious that it was a joke, but Tetsufumi Hirakawa still emphasized, "Obviously true." ”

"Well, what does Hirakawa-sensei think of this relationship?" Kuda Moshu asked casually, and glanced back at the traffic light, which was still red.

"This ......"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was seriously lost in thought.

After a few moments, after finishing his argument, he tentatively concluded as follows:

"Of course, people who are lovely make you want to be close, but it's nothing if it's just an idea. However, if the advantage brought by the asymmetry of age, cognition and identity is used to occupy the weaker party whose cognition is not yet mature, this relationship is deformed and shameful no matter how you look at it. And even if the other party takes the initiative, it can't work. ”

"Hmm......"

The traffic light changed color, and the vehicle in front moved, and Kuda Moshu responded and hurriedly followed.

The conversation ended abruptly as the vehicle started, and silence returned to the car.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa took one last look at the female teacher, and then, slowly, leaning against the car window, picked up the book.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.