In the evening, the club building, the wind club.

Melodious melodies echo in this enclosed concert hall.

It's "Forest Under the Blue Sky", a piece of music they've practiced for an unknown number of times.

Suzuko Ogasa stood in front of the students and listened intently to the students' playing.

Until the blowing reaches a certain measure.

"Stop—"

Suzuko Ogasa, who was standing in the conductor's position, suddenly lowered her hand and stopped playing. So, the melody came to an abrupt end.

In fact, this is the third time she has stopped in a short period of time. And every time something goes wrong, it's ......

Suzuko Ogasa's gaze swept through the students, and finally, stopped at the middle of the trumpet, the most conspicuous girl in the trumpet voice.

"Shinohara-san, no problem, right? Is it uncomfortable? She asked with concern.

“……”

When she didn't get an answer, she was a little troubled: "Hmm...... Why don't you take a break? ”

“……”

Shiori Shinohara took the golden trumpet in her hand away, and looked away from the sheet music to look at Ogasa-sensei in the conductor's seat.

Three mistakes in a row...... And this kind of blunder is not clever.

I wanted to say, "No problem, she can keep practicing", but ...... She is not the only one who has practiced here, and she is not the only one who has worked hard for this time.

Shiori Shinohara hasn't been willful yet, because her mistakes can make others waste time with her without guilt, like this.

Therefore, after a moment of silence, she nodded unwillingly.

"Yes."

Mr. Ogasa also saw that her state was not quite right, and comforted her: "Well, it's okay, don't be discouraged, everyone will have times when they are uncomfortable or in a bad state." ”

"Yes."

"Okay, then Shinohara-san have a good rest. Others, starting with verse 45, continue—"

“……”

In my ears, Mr. Ogasa's voice dissipated, and with it, the melodious and long melody reappeared in my ears.

Shiori Shinohara took the trumpet and sat in her seat, silent.

After a few moments, she exhaled, resting the trumpet in her lap as she listened to the music in her ears, her gaze looking down at her legs gradually losing focus.

That's right, she was in a very wrong state today, and she couldn't calm down at all when she played.

The melody in her head was fragmented, the blowing that had been practiced thousands of times was frequently wrong, the notes that should have been easily under her control could not be assembled, and the chaotic thoughts occupied almost all of her attention.

This state is no longer suitable for further practice.

In the end, it's all Hiragawa Sensei. ’

After being quiet for a long time, Shiori Shinohara thought to herself expressionlessly.

The haughty eldest lady was reluctant to admit that she was influenced by "certain emotions" and thus disturbed her mind - even if it was her inner world, no one would know about it, and she was unwilling to admit this fact.

But, no matter what, it must be Hirakawa-sensei's fault that she didn't play well.

As an instructor, it is too bad to never appear in the wind club.

So in the final analysis, it was his bad behavior of not coming to the band that caused her not to play well.

As for whether the relationship between them is really the most fundamental causal relationship, in short, Miss Shinohara-sama said yes.

She glanced up at the corner of the concert hall.

So, tomorrow at noon, shouldn't we go and remind this lazy teacher?

——

On Tuesday, in the office in the afternoon, Tetsufumi Hirakawa had just returned from eating in the cafeteria.

At this time, Kuda Moshu was still sitting in her seat, eating her bento warmly, which seemed to be omelet rice.

"Mr. Kuda."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa sat back in his seat, and then he was probably so leisurely that he was bored, and he didn't care that the female teacher was eating, but he just said hello.

Kuda Mosaki, who was eating lunch, raised her head when she heard the voice and looked at him, her cheeks bulging slightly, blinking.

After chewing it several times and swallowing it, I asked, "Mr. Hirakawa, is there anything wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Tetsufumi Hirakawa boredly picked up the pen on the table and spun it around.

“……”

Hinata Moshu glanced at the pen in Tetsufumi Hirakawa's hand and puffed out his face: "Mr. Hirakawa, if you are really bored, you can go and correct the homework that you haven't finished grading in the morning." ”

"It's time to get off work." Tetsufumi Hirakawa doesn't want to work overtime right now.

"Then I haven't finished lunch yet, so I don't have time to play with Mr. Hirakawa." Kuda Moshu's tone was like comforting a child.

It should be said that in the eyes of this female teacher, Tetsufumi Hirakawa is a bit like a naïve child many times.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked at Kuda Moshu, who turned around again and ate the bento, and answered lazily.

"Yes—"

……

After a while, a moment of mistake, the pen in Tetsufumi Hirakawa's hand "snapped" and fell on the table.

He stopped turning the pen, snapped the loose cap back into the nib, and then looked boredly at the young female teacher beside him.

Mr. Kuda was using a spoon to take small bites of omelet rice into his mouth, and at the same time, his face puffed out a little and he chewed it up and down.

It's kind of cute.

Sure enough, a good-looking person is pleasing to the eye in everything he does - by the way, in fact, this sentence is also praising himself.

Otherwise, if his appearance is unsightly, his current behavior can probably be said to be workplace sexual harassment.

Fortunately, his skin is not bad, so he is not called harassment, but looks at the people around him with appreciation.

The cruelty of modern society is like this, there is really no way.

In this way, the bored Tetsufumi Hirakawa was distracted in the silent appreciation.

When I returned, my thoughts drifted to the question of "whether the omelet rice made by Yuu Otosaka's sister is good".

But now is no time to think about such inconsequential questions.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, whose soul has returned, easily finds the kind gaze of the female teacher. The lunch box on her desk had been put away, and she was staring at him now.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa blinked his innocent eyes: "Mr. Kuda, what's wrong?" What do you want me to do? ”

Hinata Moshu pouted: "Mr. Hirakawa, I should ask about this kind of thing." Also, it doesn't make sense for whoever asks first. ”

"Eh, what Kuda-sensei said is, I've been taught."

"Don't just answer half a sentence, what else?"

"Ah, this ......"

It seems that he couldn't fool the past, Tetsufumi Hirakawa looked at Maki Kuda, who was pretending to be angry.

Because it's cute, it's fascinating.,This reason is too frivolous to say.,He had to think about it very seriously-

"Mr. Hirakawa, don't put on a serious thinking look, as long as you look like this, you're just going to make excuses."

“……”

I was seen through before I even started answering.

"Okay, okay. Hmm......" Tetsufumi Hirakawa couldn't find an excuse for a while, so he blurted out the question he was thinking about earlier: "I wonder if the omelet rice made by Yuyu Otosaka's sister is delicious?" ”

"Yuyu Otosaka, who? Also what is the problem? ”

"To explain, Yuu Otosaka is the protagonist of an anime, and his sister can only make omelet rice-"

"I'm not asking you to explain this, Hirakawa-sensei."

"Then change it, did Kuda-sensei's bento make it yourself?"

"Yes. Moreover, this question was asked by Mr. Hirakawa a long time ago. Secondly, I was asking Mr. Hirakawa what he was looking at, not asking Mr. Hirakawa to ask me questions. Kuda Moshu said in a dissatisfied tone.

"That's right." Tetsufumi Hirakawa suddenly realized, "Then how can I say it, I'm actually in-"

The time spent before finally worked, so after only a few seconds of procrastination, Tetsufumi Hirakawa thought of an answer, and he smiled.

"Actually, I'm thinking that I used to cook for Mr. Kuda, but it seems that I haven't tasted Mr. Hida's cooking skills until now, so it's a bit of a pity."

“……”

Kuda Moshu saw at a glance that Tetsufumi Hirakawa was absolutely, definitely an excuse for improvizing, but in the end, she decided not to pursue this small problem with the adult, and followed what he said.

"I was sick then. Then the next time Mr. Hirakawa gets sick, I can do it for Mr. Hirakawa as well. ”

"Huh?"

"Can't you?"

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was very entangled: "Do you have to be sick to be okay?" It seems that in order to taste Kuda-sensei's cooking skills as soon as possible, I am going to get sick sooner. ”

“…… That's an exaggeration. Kuda Moshu covered her mouth and smiled shallowly.

"In order to enjoy Kuda-sensei's cooking skills as soon as possible, I had to sacrifice myself."

"Alright, alright."

Facing Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who seemed to be very serious, Kuda Moshu's smile turned helpless.

"If Hirakawa-sensei really wants to try it, I'll make an extra bento tomorrow."

"Isn't it okay?" The female teacher seems to be serious, but Tetsufumi Hirakawa is embarrassed, "No merit will be punished." ”

"Hmm-"

The female teacher's fingers wrapped around the ends of her hair hanging down from the side of her face, and she began to think about what Tetsufumi Hirakawa had said.

After a long time, she probably thought of something: "Then that's it—"

"Huh?" Tetsufumi Hirakawa listened attentively.

"It's a midterm exam soon, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, according to the average score of the students in the midterm exam class, if Mr. Hirakawa wins, I will cook for Mr. Hirakawa once."

Kuda Moki proposed this plan with a smile on his face.

"Of course, on the other hand, it is the same if Mr. Hirakawa loses."

"It's a gamble......"

"I have a lot of confidence in the students in my class." Kuda Moshu straightened his waist and used the agitation method.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa smiled.

He was quite familiar with this kind of agitation. However, it doesn't matter if this kind of innocuous thing is a scheme.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa happily agreed: "Okay, I am also very confident in the students in my class. ”

"Well, let's not be too lazy to do it when the time comes." Kuda Moshu entered the ruthless talk.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was not to be left behind: "I won't." Also, Mr. Kuda, please start thinking about what to do. ”

——

In short, just because Tetsufumi Hirakawa glanced at Kuda Moshu in the crowd more, a bet was born.

After that, the topic naturally ended. Tetsufumi Hirakawa smiled and turned his chair around.

And then at this time-

"Hirakawa-sensei."

“……”

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears, not from Kuda Moshu, but-

Tetsufumi Hirakawa's chair continued to turn, and after a total of 270 degrees, he saw the figure of the girl in front of him.

Student uniforms, crisp white stockings, and a well-rounded posture.

"Huh? Shinohara-san? When did you come? Tetsufumi Hirakawa spoke in surprise.

“……”

Shiori Shinohara stood in front of Tetsufumi Hirakawa and did not answer immediately, but quietly glanced at the female teacher sitting next to her with her eyes, and then put on a very soft smile.

"Not too long."

Actually, it's been a long time.,It's just that Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was busy chatting with the female teacher, never saw it.。

"Hmm...... Is there something wrong with that? ”

Shiori Shinohara, still with a soft smile: "Originally, I was going to say something about Mr. Hirakawa, but after thinking about it, let's talk about it when school ends this afternoon." ”

I've suddenly got a lot more to say, and I can't finish it now.

Then, in the confusion of Hirakawa Tetsufumi, Shiori Shinohara left without looking back, leaving him only with the back of the girl who was far away.

"Huh?"

"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.

To provide you with the fastest update of my job as a teacher at a Tokyo girls' school, Chapter 106 The Gamble with Moki Kuda & amp; amp; amp; Miss Shinohara-sama finally couldn't bear it anymore and read it for free.