It was destined to be a night full of complaints.
While Midaya and Setsuna were looking at each other in the middle of the forest, Ormet had just walked out of the principal's office. As a new teacher and a living signboard, his every move affected Sunyoung's reputation and prospects. Among his colleagues who were also teachers, there was also the problem of personal worship. In the end, the responsibility of teaching the new teacher fell on the principal. Unfortunately, the principal of Xiong Ying High School had a super brain, and he was best at making simple things complicated. Oermatt was forced to listen to a whole semester's worth of lectures, and he felt that he had never been so focused on learning in his entire life.
He fumbled his way out of the office in a daze. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his phone rang with the notification he had recorded himself. The deep male voice echoed through the corridor. He hurriedly opened the notification interface.
Then he showed an expression of an upright ape thinking.
Of course, he was the one who proposed to exchange contact information. (After a long time of persuasion) Aizawa finally agreed. But when Setsuna's application was sent to him, he hesitated. Don't get me wrong. The number one hero never goes back on his words. In fact, the problem he was facing was more fundamental and realistic.
(— If it's approved, what should I say first?)
The man who was as meticulous as an older JK held his phone and thought with a melancholy face.
It must be known that the person on the other side was not a colleague or friend of the same age. He could speak freely without a generation gap, so there was no fear of misunderstanding. He was also not Midaya Dehisa, who confirmed his status as a fan the first time they met. Everything he said could be listened to with a hundred layers of filters. This time, the person he was talking to was a real female high school student who was two years younger than him. She was gentle, well-mannered, and very intelligent. Therefore, she usually spoke and acted calmly, which was rare for her age. If it wasn't for the fact that the student information was in front of him, no one would have guessed that there was such a situation behind the scenes.
It was a difficult problem.
"Mr. Ormet — you haven't gone back yet?"
Before he could figure it out, Bresent Mike's voice came from behind him. It was as loud as ever. As a popular late-night radio host, Mike had the energy to stay in a state of excitement for 24 hours a day, as well as the social skills to observe people's expressions and ease the atmosphere at any time and place. As soon as he saw Mike's face, he threw away his playful playfulness and said, "You haven't finished your work today? If you have anything to say, tell me. "
He purposely put on the airs of a senior teacher. For a person who was not so taciturn by nature, it looked exceptionally comical. Ormet laughed. "Haha, it's just an ordinary student's problem. It's nothing to be troubled about."
"I say, that is no answer at all, Mr. Ormet." Mike tried to raise his elbow and poked him. "As a teacher, basically all problems can be summed up as a student's problem, right?"
"This …" Ormet was speechless.
"You too, Eraser too. You're all too serious."
Patting the shoulder of the man who was too tall, Mike pushed him forward, "Boys!"
and
Girls are still in the period where they need to be polished. Overly heavy expectations may spoil their growth. Be like me, treat them with a natural, friend-like attitude, and it will be easier for you to be accepted. "
Then he could not help but start to talk nonsense. If Aizawa was present at this moment, the arrest weapon would have been fully activated. Unfortunately, the only decent person who could stop Mike's madness was taking care of a child deep in the mountains. Therefore, Ormet, who was relatively naive and did not understand the nature of the voice hero, thoughtfully accepted the argument.
"Friend …"
"Yes, yes, friend. Ah, but for Mr. Ormet, the description of 'fan' would be more accurate. I have a lot of experience with 'fans' … "
The Sunyoung teachers had just met and were still discussing how to teach the students. Hundreds of kilometers away, Setsuna had waved goodbye to Midaya and sat alone in an empty hot spring. She buried her face under the water and blew bubbles silently. Her heart was in a stormy situation.
(There are too many things to think about, but I don't know what to do …)
Putting aside why Ormet gave her his contact number, and why he bypassed Kota Aizawa, Midaya Dehisa was able to recognize Ormet's LINE number at first glance. What kind of secret relationship did these two people have?
"I don't understand …"
There weren't many girls in the dormitory to begin with, and there was a time difference between her and most of the girls. Her sigh floated into the transparent air, and when it landed in the water, it didn't even make a splash.
Well, it was not realistic to expect to find someone to discuss this kind of thing.
With this kind of faint frustration, Setsuna climbed out of the pool on all fours. After changing her clothes, she checked the unread messages on her phone. It was blank, and the application she sent to Ormet had not been accepted. Considering the time, if the first hero was not a primary school student who went to bed at nine o 'clock, she could only assume that he did not have time to check his phone in the past half an hour.
(I always feel guilty for disturbing such a busy person.)
Thinking about this kind of thing, she walked out of the pool. Most of the students who were tired from the day were resting in their rooms, so the corridor was much emptier.
However, it wasn't completely empty.
The man was always dressed in black, and he was used to standing quietly in the corner when it was not necessary. Under his thick bangs were calm and sober eyes. Now that she thought about it, perhaps as early as the first time they met, her emotions made a similar judgment one step ahead of her rationality. There were so many people coming and going in the workplace, and not everyone was worthy of Setsuna's memory and conversation.
"Mr. Aizawa."
She unconsciously used the private address.
"Chisaki?"
Although it was a question, it was in a declarative tone. Kota Aizawa leaned against the railing facing the sea of trees and glanced over.
Setsuna nodded and walked over to stand next to him. When there was no need to face each other as a teacher and a student, the atmosphere was relatively relaxed. She leisurely put her arms on the railing and enjoyed the night breeze for a while before asking, "The meeting we talked about earlier … is over?"
"Kind of." Aizawa exhaled and looked at the dark sea of trees indifferently, "The discussion is mostly over, but those guys are too noisy, so I came out to take a breather."
Setsuna could not help but smile, "They are very cute … Are they cats?"
It was obviously rude to comment on a senior in the industry like this, but it was Aizawa, so she said it casually.
"Where did those noisy cats come from?"
Aizawa commented without hesitation. Compared to the objective appearance, as a creature, cats had a lot of likable parts: pride, alertness, independence, exuberant curiosity, absolute ability to act, vigilance to unfamiliar things at all times, and undisguised attachment after familiarity. If he had to compare them with humans …
His eyes fell on the girl next to him, and he subtly paused.
"…?"
The girl tilted her head, and her freshly dried hair fell softly along her shoulder line. The green in her clear eyes was the same as her kind, with a wonderful brilliance in the dark night. Maybe it was a problem with the light, but he always felt that when she was doing homework or thinking, under the shadow of her bangs, her irises would show a touch of mixed blue. Through the monitor screen, the color difference would be even more different from the original color, and even the bystanders would be anxious.
Unlike now, there was no haze in her eyes at all. The gentle moonlight swept into the corridor and into her eyes, bringing out a clean green color. It was as clear as a lake, magnanimous and straightforward.
Just like the day they first met, the girl he met in the afternoon sun.
Even though the undisguised pride in her eyes had already been shattered into a mess, and it took several years to carefully put it back together with glue in the name of faith, and even now, it was full of cracks, as if it would collapse into a pile of loose sand in the next second.
But some things seemed to have never changed.
He thought that he really liked this kind of eyes.
"… Sleep early, you have training tomorrow."
In the end, he faintly threw out such a sentence, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the girl's head. It was not easy, especially after seeing her well-behaved appearance after being poked by the short-haired cat. But he was still a teacher, and his perseverance was not comparable to that of a dabbler who did not even have a certificate. He moved his weight away from the railing and took the lead to leave the corridor.
When he stepped on the moonlight, he suddenly remembered the note.
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