The room, which had been very lively just now, fell silent again, and Hiratsuka lit a cigarette and took a hard puff.

Only then did Kyosuke Hojo notice that the woman opposite was not smoking a lady's cigarette.

It stands to reason that a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette always gives people a sense of regret, and in a tavern on the outskirts of the city that is only open to regular customers, a big sister sits alone in the corner of the bar, smoking a brown whiskey in one hand and smoking in the other. The full red lips and uncertain eyes behind the smoke always make people imagine that this young lady must have a sad past hidden in her heart.

The mystery and dreaminess are poison, as beautiful and dangerous as poppies, and the best wine trays in the world are no more than that.

But Hiratsuka is obviously not like this, this woman is beautiful enough, her slender fingers look good even if she holds an ordinary cigarette that is not so slender, and her long legs with Jiro's legs cocked are also handsome, and the look of deep inhalation and exhalation of smoke shows the charm of tobacco.

If the big sister who was full of stories before was a sexy big sister who was immersed in sadness every day, then Hiratsuka Shizuna is an office worker who hurriedly finds a Chinese restaurant after work, eats assorted fried rice and drinks bottled beer, uses nicotine and alcohol to relieve the boredom and fatigue of work, and watches a live TV baseball game and complains loudly about "hurry up and replace that bad pitcher".

Words like elegant and sexy can't be said to have nothing to do with her, but he is a qualified middle-aged uncle.

This is the magic of Hiratsuka, even if there are so many attractive fashionable urban women around her, it can't change her a little, and she is as stubborn as a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

"I said, Mr. Hiratsuka, if you're too sleepy, go back to sleep quickly, don't rely on smoking."

Kyosuke Hojo spoke, and he could clearly see the tiredness on the face of the woman opposite. He was a little moved, this woman was really a good teacher, and he had read books for decades in his two lives combined, and this was definitely the best teacher he had ever met. Of course, there is no comparison with Yukino.

"Me? What about you? ”

Hiratsuka Jing extinguished the cigarette she had only smoked in the ash bag as always, and looked up at the big boy opposite, his eyes were actually a little sharp.

"So you're just taking one puff and then snuffing it out for health reasons?" Kyosuke Hojo's mind drifted to a strange place.

"You're going to rest with all my exhaustion, but what about you? You're sleepy too, aren't you? The confused feelings of your subordinates, the horses drag racing and fighting, the inexplicable cherry blossoms, and the battle with the Yakuza organization, are you tired? I'm not talking about the body, I'm talking about the mind. ”

Hiratsuka ignored someone's nonsense, her eyes looked straight ahead, and her tone and content were oppressive.

"Why did that happen? You've never done anything out of the ordinary since you were the chief of the Angels when you were in middle school, and you're not one who likes to be in the limelight. What happened? ”

Kyosuke Hojo was silent, glanced at the woman opposite and lowered his eyes slightly, leaning back in the chair.

"It's not something worth talking to someone about, I'm already dealing with it." He whispered, which is why Shimisaki is at school.

"That's why it's so hard to be a good teacher, it's because you imps are too stubborn!" Hiratsuka said with some irritation.

"I can see at a glance that you have troubles and want to help you and enlighten you, but you little devils always think that you are capable of solving all your problems.

The little ghost always feels that the world is very small, he stands in the center of the world, thinking that the time he sees in front of him is all, thinking that he can see the future at a glance, no one can understand himself, no one can help him, and he is alienated and rejected or even disgusted by the kindness of adults.

When it really can't be solved, it won't ask for help, but go from arrogance to the other extreme. ”

The woman seemed to be more and more annoyed the more she talked, and subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette, but unfortunately the box was empty, which made her more and more impatient.

She looked at Kyosuke Hojo, who was silent opposite, with a flame of life in his black eyes.

"I'm already a high school student, but the second middle school disease not only did not heal, but escalated to the second high school disease. It's like having a problem with your head, and you think this kind of obedience abandoned by the world is very handsome? Pretending to be strong when encountering difficulties and seeing through the red dust is really infuriating. ”

"Kyosuke Hojo!"

A shout startled Kyosuke Hojo, who was immersed in his own thoughts on the other side.

"Even Ultraman Tairo will ask Ultra's Mother for help after encountering difficulties, why can't you rely more on the people around you!"

There was unwillingness and anger in Hiratsuka's voice, and the person opposite was not only a student who had troubles and needed help, but also her friend, and she wanted to help him.

"Saying that others are secondary school patients, but teacher, you are still using special effects dramas even for examples, as a Chinese teacher, shouldn't you use some ...... at this time"

"Don't talk that nonsense, show your manliness, talk about your troubles refreshingly, and I'll help you solve it in one go!"

Hiratsuka interrupted that she was qualified to say such things because she was really very manly. Cocking Erlang's legs and lighting a six-star cigarette, he didn't know where he thought it was the Showa man.

Kyosuke Hojo pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled tiredly, he didn't expect that he would be reprimanded like this one day.

"Hiratsuka-sensei will definitely be a good mother in the future." He sighed heartily.

"Of course I'm going to get married!" Hiratsuka immediately shouted proudly.

"Things aren't as ...... as you think"

"Then tell me what it's like, all I know is that you almost died last night. Can you guarantee yourself a big win every time? ”

"You may not believe it, as long as the other party does not stand thirty meters away and shoot with a semi-automatic rifle, I am invincible."

“…… You little ghost, am I talking to you about fighting abilities right now? I'm counseling you, be serious. ”

Hiratsuka Shi glared, and then whispered:

"Which rifle? Really? Can you dodge within twenty meters? Isn't that harder to dodge? ”

"No, if it's that distance, I can just throw the knife over and kill the other party." Kyosuke Hojo said honestly that he hadn't really trained to dodge live ammunition.

Hiratsuka resisted the feeling of wanting to invite the other party to the shooting range to try it out, and forcibly brought the topic back on track.

"I can feel that you were actually sad when you beat up those people in Tsuchima Village."

"No ......"

"In order not to hurt the people around me, I chose to vent my inner shadow in a hidden place. I want to swing out the anguish in my heart through my fist, I want to find the answer, but I keep denying it. ”

Ah, it hurt so much last night, tired. More tomorrow.

(End of chapter)