The teacher is serious.
Nico is laughing, but he has the same eyes as he did when he smacked the auga out of his head.
It's the hunter's face.
And I was a pathetic prey.
"No! If that's what you're gonna do any more, I'm gonna go home!
The teacher's movement stops perfectly in the words of rejection screamed with half a cry.
"... sir?
"I guess I teased you a little too much. No, excuse me. You were so defenseless, I made fun of you. Ha ha. I'm an adult, and I'm your sister. Younger boys want to be abused."
No, Doctor, you're crying now.
Ain't that a "grown lady seducing younger boys" style anywhere.
I confess to my juniors with a rash, and I shatter my balls, and I feel like a maiden of a sports lady general?
Short-haired boyish daughter from shore or kendo department is crying when she says "I have a girlfriend" when she approaches one junior in her room...
The teacher is a long-haired ponite......
Four above me...
"Ha ha. Ha ha. Haha. I wonder why it doesn't work. hahaha......"
"Hey Doctor!?
So.
The daughter of the jade crushing movement department, what is Dr. Lili doing, what a half-naked way to the front door.
It's not a trendy drama, and you're not going to rush out with that outfit?
"I won't let you...!
I get ahead of the brave man with all his legs open, and I get stuck in front of the door.
Spread your arms, Jen-royal.
You can't go outside with this.
The teacher's gaze......
I swim left and right for a while, then it locked on my face, and eventually I wondered if it increased the amount of twitching and tears.
"... don't look ahead from here"
He said, he fell to the floor.
I can hear you screaming, sniffing.
She even shows off her worst combination technique: wiping her eyes with the back of her hand in a girl's seat.
Naturally, guilt pushes me like a tsunami.
If I stay like this, I could drown to death.
"… sir"
I couldn't stand the silence, and I called my teacher.
Cancer, gaze at height, hands on shoulders.
... thin shoulders.
You're supposed to be wielding swords and shields on a daily basis, but you can tell you're wearing a much more luxurious figure compared to me.
I have a lot of feelings for myself, but I still have something to say.
"If they refuse to make a child, they cry and run away, are you a child... no? You're a smart guy, aren't you? Let's not do this."
The teacher is still grumpy.
As I let my gaze wander over how the hell I changed this air, I found a piece of paper on my desk.
There's a handwriting that's not mine,
"Keisuke Neutron"
It says:
"... sir? Could you be practicing kanji?"
As I taught my knowledge of medical relations, I also occasionally had the opportunity to speak about Japanese.
When the teacher talked about kanji, he was probably interested. He said the concept of "intermediate between picture and letter" was fresh.
That's why my teacher taught me a few words.
My teacher has asked me how to write words like "Keisuke Nakamoto," "Incest," "Remarriage," "Bedtime" in Japanese, so I tried to coach him, but is it my fault that all the words I feel a certain desire...?
Well, I guess I shouldn't think much around here. That's more of a change of subject now than that. Switch the air as fast as you can for a second and fool the teacher.
"Awesome, Doctor. I can write better than a Japanese elementary and secondary school student. I knew you were smart. Let's keep researching together. So don't act too throwy. Huh?"
The teacher is silently shaking his head vertically.
All right, one more push.
"I like serious teachers, don't I?
It meant that the usual tough teacher was better than the kind of person who acted at risk right now, but I realized by time difference that I had put my hand on a switch that I shouldn't have pushed.
"... is that true?
"Ah, oh. It's true."
The teacher is turning his sobbing eyes to me, with a comatose grin.
I wonder what it is. The way I laugh now, I might have had something that leads to Philia.
You said you were ready, or you looked belly-up if you didn't choose any more means, but you didn't, did you?