"The soft ramen noodles will be broken by the thin threads, and not only will they not be able to weave into beautiful knotted ropes, but they will also make a mess of the silk threads."

Kyosuke Hojo raised his hand and made a terrible gesture.

"So, Xiaojing, if you want to get married, you have to find a man who can hold your fists! If your blind date is someone who can punch the thief before you do, will your blind date fail? After beating the thief, you can have a pleasant chat about fighting and beating people.

It's not you who is wrong, it's your blind date! ”

He made conclusions that were well-founded and convincing.

Hiratsuka Shizune was stunned when she heard this, and her mind unconsciously appeared with the expression of the blind date after she punched the thief, as if she was looking at a monster, and on the other hand, the senior brothers and sisters in the Aikido Dojo looked excited after hearing it.

Yes, it stands to reason that you should find a partner who shares your interests. But why haven't you noticed this all along?

The woman looked thoughtful, and after a moment came to a conclusion. Yes, it's all the world's fault.

Although the brothers and sisters in the dojo will applaud their actions, they always disdain the female students in the dojo every time they have a dinner and gossip, saying what they want to find a soft girl who is cute and gentle and never speaks more than fifty decibels.

And what about the female trainees? Women who come to professional dojos to learn Aikido naturally have an unspeakable love for violence, but when it comes to choosing a partner, they are the same as men, probably holding the idea that "I can fight enough, why do I need to find someone who can fight better than myself?" Do you break the blood flow every day at home? Although he would worship a senior brother with strong martial arts, he excluded all that type of person from the criteria for choosing a mate.

Every time we meet, we talk about home, math teachers, doctors, apologists, etc., and when I think of them, I automatically think of a weak image.

No, my head is starting to mess up. Isn't it a contradiction not to want to stage an all-martial arts at home, but also to find someone who will not be afraid of his own force value? Or do you want to marry a practice dummy directly?

Hiratsuka's head was dizzy.

"Just like Xiao Jing, you said before, as long as human beings live in this world, they will unconsciously hurt others. We can't change that, but we can control it. ”

"Control?"

Hiratsuka repeated thoughtfully, not realizing that he had become the one who was supposed to be preaching and had become the one who was being preached.

"That's right, Xiao Jing, as you said before, since you regard someone as an important existence, you must be prepared to hurt the other party. Then we can choose to consider people who are strong in the ability to withstand damage as important beings! Think a lot, but don't get it wrong about what you really need to think about. ”

Kyosuke Hojo said.

Hiratsuka didn't reply this time, but waved his hand, signaling himself to think alone, and the people who were in the way should leave quickly.

Kyosuke Hojo smiled with satisfaction, satisfied that his mouth had become stronger again. With a slight bow, he walked towards the door. And just as he pushed the door open, a voice sounded behind him.

"Tomorrow I will hand in a review and reflect on the danger of your actions last night."

"Okay." Kyosuke Hojo paused, and then simply agreed.

In the afterglow of his gaze, he caught a glimpse of the hateful imp walking out of the door, and Hiratsuka turned around and looked at the classroom door in a daze.

Think, but don't make a mistake about what really needs to be thought about?

Little ghost, do you still need to teach me this kind of thing? Learn to close the door first.

Spit and complain, Hiratsuka's mind is not calm, and there is still no one at the door.

You have to be able to catch your fists, and you have to be ......

Isn't that little ghost in Hojo a perfect fit? This guy, is he hinting at something?

The moment this idea came to her, Hiratsuka herself was taken aback.

"That's right......"

"Ah——!h

A voice suddenly sounded at the door, and Hiratsuka Shizune, whose thoughts were flying, was so frightened that she almost jumped.

Looking at the upper body that leaned into the classroom, the broad chest and the handsome face, this woman inexplicably had a feeling of being a thief.

"Do you want the teacher to treat you to ramen?" She preemptively grabbed the topic.

"Huh? No, I don't. I just remembered that there was a sentence that I forgot to say. Kyosuke Hojo raised his eyebrows and wondered.

"If you want to talk about the toilet, then I'll definitely beat you up!"

"No, I want to thank Mr. Hiratsuka, thank you for running around for my business last night, and thank you for tutoring me today."

Kyosuke Hojo grinned, revealing eight snow-white and neat teeth.

"Xiao Jing, you are the best teacher I have ever met!"

The bright smile instantly infected Hiratsuka Shizune like a yawn, and the corners of the great teacher's mouth unconsciously curled, and the smile overflowed into his eyes while he said dissatisfiedly:

"Call me honestly Mr. Hiratsuka at school, you rude little ghost."

"Xiao Jing's name is relatively young~~"

Almost as the words fell, a blackboard eraser smashed towards Kyosuke Hojo, but unfortunately, this is a new generation of swordsmen who have an invincible understanding of the "Three Pioneers of Kendo", how could he not have expected this sentence to anger the woman in the room. Before he could finish speaking, he had already dodged and left.

Listening to the wanton laughter that gradually departed in the corridor, the corners of Hiratsuka's mouth were still smiling.

Being praised by an unruly student like Kyosuke Hojo as a good teacher who is the only one in his life, a moment of satisfaction can even make Hiratsuka forgive the other party for the crime of constantly mentioning the topic of marriage.

Tie the knot...... Recruiting relatives in martial arts? Both civil and military? Teacher-student love?

No, I still have to save Yukino from the fire pit.

Hiratsuka thought quietly, walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water and tried to sober up.

"But if you really want to say it, compared to the toilet, the mirror seems to be a good marriage partner. Trimming your nose hair in front of the mirror, making a grimace, showing off your body in a narcissistic concave shape, and squeezing acne...... It's a little more versatile. ”

Looking at herself in the mirror, the woman with a very clear head muttered to herself.

At the door of the bathroom, a dark-haired girl stood with her hands folded in front of her chest, her pale blue eyes filled with sad pity.

Mr. Hiratsuka, finally can't bear the pressure?

Looking at the xx-year-old woman who included the toilet and mirror in the scope of the other party and carefully compared the advantages and disadvantages, the snow under the snow was extremely sad. Although Hiratsuka likes to be nosy and likes to use the words in cartoons to tell the truth, and the second secondary school student is like a primary school student, but this does not affect her from being a good teacher.

Such a good and conscientious teacher, a good person who can get a residence permit in his ideal country, goes crazy because of such a thing as marriage? Nothing like this will be allowed under the snow!

Thinking so, the black-haired girl quietly stepped forward, and the cold and slender figure also appeared in the mirror, but what made her even more sad was that Mr. Hiratsuka didn't notice it, and was still muttering something, "If you punch it, the mirror will shatter, and your hand will be injured, so won't it become double domestic violence?" Such crazy words.

Under the snow, his eyes were sad, and he raised his hand on the shoulder of Mr. Hiratsuka, and comforted him softly:

"It's okay teacher, getting married is not something to look forward to, you have to learn to think, all divorced people have been married before, as long as you don't get married, you don't have to go through a failed marriage. So, it's a good thing that you can't get married. ”

Perhaps out of respect for this teacher, or out of kindness to the mentally deranged, this young girl, who has always spoken bitterly and harshly, has a surprisingly gentle voice at this moment.

In the mirror, Hiratsuka's confused eyes gradually cleared up, and the delicate head slowly turned mechanically.

Seeing that Mr. Hiratsuka's expression finally became vivid, Xue Xia nodded with satisfaction, gave a beautiful smile without hesitation, and continued to comfort:

"Please cheer up, Mr. Hiratsuka, compared to those teachers who become salary thieves when they get married, a teacher like you, who is dutifully responsible for school activities every day, is an excellent talent that students and society need."

To the delight of the snow, Hiratsuka-sensei finally smiled under his own comfort.

"Under the snow, if you really can't speak, you don't have to force yourself."

Hiratsuka covered her heart in severe pain and groaned weakly.

"Huh?"

Under the snow, he tilted his head in confusion.

“…… Forget it, forget it......" Hiratsuka waved his hand and left the bathroom like a walking corpse.

The mirror is not good, it is not suitable for marriage at all, and it is a ghost like the toilet, which will be misted by the heat emitted by the hot water. is still a coward, and when he sees someone poking his wound with words, he will only watch jokes on the side, and he has no responsibility at all.

But Hojo Kyosuke really had a violent chemical reaction with the snow, and one was more hurtful than the other.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, where are you going?"

Xue Xia asked, following behind.

"Go home, after listening to your two words, I have exhausted all my courage today, if I hear anything else, I am afraid that I will not be able to help but jump off the building." Hiratsuka said without looking back.

Under the snow, the willow eyebrows frowned slightly, it takes courage to listen to yourself? But I was comforting Mr. Hiratsuka-sensei just now.

"Well, please wait a minute, I have something to ask." Looking at the crumbling figure in front of her, she hurriedly shouted.

"What?"

"Yamauchi-san said that Kyosuke Hojo came to receive tutoring from Mr. Hiratsuka, and I would like to ask if the tutoring is over now? Because there are some things in the club that I want to confirm with him. ”

Yukishita said, because it's been a while since school ends, even if the tutoring should be over, but Kyosuke Hojo hasn't come to the ministry for a long time. It's fun to talk to Sakura and Glass, but Yukishita's sense of responsibility drives her to figure out what happened to yesterday's commission as soon as possible.

"Huh?"

Hiratsuka stopped and turned around, and the white coat that was usually raised was now hanging as weakly as the owner.

"Hojo just left, didn't you meet him?" She wondered.

Under the snow frowned, bad luck.

"Maybe I've taken a different staircase, I'll look for it, I'm sorry for you, Hiratsuka-sensei." The girl bowed and thanked and was about to leave.

"Wait, where are you going to find it, it's easy to miss it again. Don't you have his contact details? Send him a message or give him a call. Hiratsuka said strangely.

“……”

Under the snow, he turned his little face without a trace, avoided the inquiring gaze, and said in a cold voice:

"Of course I have Hojo's mobile phone number, but I came here to find him and have something I want to say to Mr. Hiratsuka."

"You actually have Hojo's mobile phone number under the snow? Did you ask him for it or did he give it to you? Hiratsuka asked in surprise.

Although mobile phone numbers are not commonly used, they are not easy to tell ordinary people, and if strangers know each other, they first exchange sns accounts, then further exchange LINE or email addresses after investigation, and finally the symbolic mobile phone number of friends. If you ask a strange girl for contact information, and the other party simply gives the mobile phone number, you can even directly assert that the other party has a good impression.

Hiratsuka didn't expect that the two had reached the point where they could exchange phone numbers.

"I refuse to answer this question, it's not something that teachers and students can talk about anymore."

The little face that had been dodging under the snow turned back to normal, and looked at the gossip girl opposite seriously.

"Cut, don't be so stingy, I'm your elder besides the teacher." Hiratsuka Shizune was resurrected with full blood, and walked over happily, with a crazy elbow hitting the cold girl.

Under the snow, she pushed the old woman next to her away in disgust, this kind of elder who has something to do with her sister, she doesn't want to admit it.

Hiratsuka's mouth pursed even higher, and her face was full of unhappiness.

"So, what are you looking for me? Hurry up, I'm going home to sleep. ”

"Yesterday the club received its first formal commission, and today is the time to report the results, so I feel it is necessary to inform you." Under the snow, he spoke quickly, and he still began to regret why he didn't call Kyosuke Hojo directly. Even if you will be misunderstood that you can't wait, it's better to come over and face this childish Hiratsuka-sensei.

"Society? Entrust? What is that? Why tell me. ”

Hiratsuka Jing frowned and asked in confusion.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Under the snow, the silver teeth clenched, and black lines appeared on his forehead.

Taking a deep breath, she told herself that it was okay, that it was better, that an instructor who had no presence at all was better than an instructor who made strange demands every day.

"It's nothing, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

The cold and beautiful little face no longer squeezed out a smile, she bowed slightly, and quickly walked towards the stairwell.

Hiratsuka stood still, frowning, thinking about what exactly the commission meant and why he wanted to inform himself.

"Hey, wait a minute, I've got it! Ministry of Service, I'm your advisor! While shouting, Hiratsuka chased after the strands of black hair that floated up the stairs.

"No, I haven't forgotten, I remembered to send a commission before."

Seeing that there was no intention of stopping under the snow, Hiratsuka Jing hurriedly continued to shout:

"Really, I think about a lot of things that are good for the community.

Hey, wait for me, under the snow, do you want a member? ”

As if there was an evil ghost chasing after her, Yukino's pretty face turned white under the snow, and her steps became more and more hurried.

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Go to bed early tonight, get up early tomorrow, be a new person, and work hard to code words!

(End of chapter)