I'm tired, break up

The next day, Zongwu High School, home economics classroom.

Fujiwara Yuki closed and tightened the curtain of the last window, then turned on the light on the ceiling, and finally turned around.

Behind him, Hiratsuka-sensei was standing in the middle of the home economics classroom, frowning with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Hey, Fujiwara, are you sure it's really safe here?"

"I locked the door of the classroom, closed the curtains, and temporarily closed the monitoring circuit of this classroom. I even applied for the temporary ownership of this classroom in the name of the Insect Society." Fujiwara replied: "I can't Promise you to be absolutely infallible, because that would be a lie, but I promise I've done my best."

"That's enough." Hiratsuka-sensei breathed a sigh of relief, the embarrassment on his face gradually faded away, but the redness became more and more obvious under the incandescent lamp.

Before coming, Shizuka Hiratsuka kept telling herself in her heart that this appointment was to make up for her mistakes. It's just an opportunity to increase the power of women.

But looking around at this moment, especially when looking at the locked classroom door and the tightly covered windows, the spontaneous sense of privacy still made Teacher Jing feel extremely uncomfortable.

Isn't this just a sneaky date! ?

"Please fasten it." At this time, Fujiwara Zhi brought two aprons, and he handed over the white one. "You still have classes in the afternoon, so it's best not to get your clothes dirty."

"En." Teacher Jing nodded. She put on the apron skillfully, but accidentally got stuck on the part where the apron was fastened with a rope.

"Didn't the teacher wear an apron?" Fujiwara Yuki asked in confusion.

"When I accompany the students to go camping, I often help them tie them, but it is really the first time to tie an apron for myself." Hiratsuka-sensei put his hands holding the end of the rope behind his back, and replied with some difficulty: "Wait a minute , Fujiwara, I'll be fine soon."

Fujiwara Yuki looked at Hiratsuka-sensei's hands fumbling back and forth with the apron rope, and shook his head helplessly.

"Teacher Jing, our time is precious."

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Seeing Fujiwara Tsuki who suddenly moved behind her, Hiratsuka-sensei was startled. She unconsciously let go of the rope, clenched her fists with both hands, and shouted loudly, "Fujiwara you!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Teacher Jing stopped her mouth suddenly, because the slight sense of a tight waist interrupted her. The female teacher looked back in surprise, only to find a beautiful bow neatly falling on her lower back, and Fujiwara Shiki He had stepped back and was looking at her quietly.

Teacher Jing looked at Fujiwara Yuki, with astonishment in his eyes.

"Why does Teacher Jing look at me like this?" Fujiwara Yuki asked lightly.

"Sorry, I thought you would take the opportunity." Hiratsuka-sensei let go of her fist a little embarrassedly. In her imagination, this pervert rushed over just now, maybe there was some bad idea in her heart, maybe At that time, he will reach out to her waist.

"I won't do those things." Fujiwara Yuki seemed to have mind reading skills.

"why?"

"Because you don't want me to do those things now, the more you like a girl, the more you should respect her." Fujiwara Yuki glanced at Mr. Hiratsuka and paused. "Why does the teacher look surprised? For a man, this should be a matter of course."

Teacher Hiratsuka didn't speak, she pursed her lips, shook her head at Yuki Fujiwara, and looked at him more complicatedly.

"Of course, if it was me, I would be wrong. If the teacher actually has expectations for those things but is too embarrassed to say them, you can quietly untie the apron on the back. After I see it, I will tie it again according to your wishes. "Fujiwara Zhi added.

"No need!" This sentence was like a ferocious bullhead shark, and the complex emotions that had just surged out of Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart were instantly swept away by him. Teacher Hiratsuka's face darkened suddenly, and she stretched out her hand Feeling the knot at the waist, he tightened it tightly.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside the home economics classroom.

"Knock Knock-"

The knock on the door made the two people in the conversation frown, and Fujiwara Yuki gestured towards Shizuka Hiratsuka, signaling the other party to find a place to hide.

Teacher Hiratsuka nodded seriously. Now is not the time to argue about who is dominant. She turned around and walked towards a corner that was not easy to be noticed. She had just stood up when she heard the door open, followed by a rather familiar voice from far away. came from afar. "long time no"

With a bang, Fujiwara Yuki slammed the door shut.

"Who is it?" Hiratsuka-sensei asked curiously.

"A trouble." Fujiwara Yuki who turned around seemed a little gloomy.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Behind Shizuo Fujiwara, the knock on the door rang again persistently, with a steady rhythm, as if he was sure that the people inside would open the door.

"It's not an option to let that person keep beating like this, we will be exposed." Hiratsuka-sensei frowned, and she turned to look at Fujiwara Yuki. "Is there someone I know outside?"

Fujiwara was silent for a long time, and finally nodded. "yes."

Shizuka Hiratsuka didn't understand, so she glanced at Yuki Fujiwara, she bypassed Yuki Fujiwara who was standing still, and opened the door.

"Hi! Good afternoon! Xiaojing, I"

Like Fujiwara Yuki, Hiratsuka Shizu's first reaction was to close the door.

But she was a step too late. Before she thought of closing the door, a tender white hand had already leisurely stretched into the door. If Mr. Hiratsuka wanted to close the door, he had to break that hand. .

Teacher Jing didn't dare to exert any more force. She held the doorknob and asked the person outside the door helplessly: "Why are you here?"

Directly opposite her, a beautiful girl in a white dress was looking at Shizuka Hiratsuka cheerfully. At this time, the sun was shining outside, and under the sunlight, her skin was almost transparent.

"I'm here to sign up for the Fujiwara Housekeeping Class." Yukinoshita Yoshino smiled. "I heard someone here taught how to make ramen today?"

"Look, Xiao Jing, I have even prepared the tuition fee." Yukinoshita Yoshino took out a square made of white paper from his pocket, held them between his fingertips, and showed it to Teacher Jing.

Shizuka Hiratsuka reached out to take it, but Yoshino withdrew her hand and dodged it. She took the opportunity to push the door open, turned around lightly and entered the home economics classroom, and brought the folded white paper in front of Yuki Fujiwara.

Fujiwara Yuki stood where he was, silently glanced at Yukinoshita Yono, took the white paper and opened it.

There is no signature on the paper, only a short line of small characters in beautiful handwriting.

—I am not angry anymore.