Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

Educational training is also in its second week. Class practice has begun.

As I said before, each class will be given a one-time class first this week.

You can't get out of hand, even though it's not exactly a teacher aspiration, and if you're going to do it anyway, you're not going to get what you get unless you take it seriously.

I've had experience speaking in front of a lot of people, but I've never been in charge of classes on boulders.

I've taught people things individually, but they're completely different.

I think it's quite difficult to teach the students how to make them understand, even though they are carefully prepared.

We also need a discourse that won't bore us along the way, and if we're just going to read up on textbooks and solve problems, then teachers don't have to do it, so school classes are a pretty high hurdle.

Standing in the classroom, students will be asked to solve problems written on the blackboard as appropriate while explaining how to calculate formulas, think about formulas, and assemble formulas from sentence questions as carefully and as little as possible.

I wish I could explain it with as much humor as I can, but I'm not going to be able to do that on a boulder.

Still, I measure my comprehension as I look at the students' expressions.

I managed to get to where I was supposed to go, but I'm running out of time.

I checked the clock and proceeded, but it still didn't work.

Dr. Matsuyama followed me for about five minutes, but that's a reflection.

"You were so proper in class that I didn't think it was the first time! Yeah! I'm fine with this!!

I was in charge of my third hour class today, but after I'm done, Dr. Matsuyama says so, bashing my shoulder and laughing.

"No, it's just a reflection. I've got more time."

"I can't help it at first. The only time I had left was because I was getting a little early from nervousness and the time I had to get my students to solve the problem was short. Try to take some more time and we'll be fine! And then we're used to it!

Dr. Matsuyama inspired me to speak up as usual.

I've been pretty careful. Isn't it supposed to work from the start?

I dare say, this is the end of today's class, and tomorrow and the day after, it's the same range of classes in another class, so I can afford it mentally.

Tour the rest of the class with your failures in mind. After school it is also a tour of club activities.

Finish the homeroom, return to the intern's desk, clean up the materials used in class, and then move.

Ah, it's Mr. Ueyama, but I still feel a little shabby, but we managed to treat each other normally.

This is more my fault than hers.

I didn't know how to handle myself, but she spoke to me normally.

Maybe she's more grown up than me in a way.

So, back to the story,

All students belong to some club in this school.

Many cultural clubs have a lot of ghost members thanks to them, but that would be the same in every school.

And today it is a tour of the swimming department.

This past season, he rented a nearby municipal hot water pool twice a week because the school pool was not available for club activities. Other days it seems to be mainly muscle treading and running.

They collect 1,000 yen a month from their employees because the cost of the activities they contribute to the school is not enough.

That's why we prepare and leave the school building to move to the civic pool with Mr. Nosho.

As soon as I got out, I felt strange signs, so I asked Mr. Nosho to head first, and I peered behind the school building where I felt signs.

There were five boys students there.

This is the situation surrounding one of the other four.

No matter how you look at it, the atmosphere is not calm.

That sounds like a jerk.

"What are you doing there!

Speaking up, the four of them looked back as if they were in a hurry.

The two of us seem normal to be dyeing our hair with a cha feel.

Surrounded by glasses, it felt like a grown-up boy.

They're all familiar faces.

Sure, four pairs. It should have been Sy's instructor's class.

"Oh my God, you're a student... it's nothing. I was just talking. Why? Let's go."

One of the cha-layers prompts the four who were surrounding him to walk away.

"Are you all right? Uh, I'm sure it was you, Kozai."

Speak up to the students who were surrounded.

"It's okay. I'm coming, too. Bye."

Kozai ran away to thank you lightly without even looking at me.

Speak up. That reaction is a little ridiculous, but if you're being jerked off, maybe it's natural.

Teachers aren't on our side or anything for students. Not to mention that educational interns are less than passers-by.

Let's not hesitate to report to the four groups of Miyake sensei.

Teachers in this school look pretty decent from a non-student perspective.

At least I won't do anything. Rika might be better.

That's how I decided to start walking towards the swimming pool.

Hurry up and you'll catch up with Mr. Noshima.

Catch up with Mr. Noshima and arrive at the Civic Pool.

Each of us gets dressed and goes to the pool. I don't plan to go in, but it's a swimsuit.

When we got to the pool side, the crew had already assembled after the prep campaign.

What a Matsuyama teacher the adviser in the men's swimming department was.

No, I feel like I deserve what I burn in the day. Plus, he's got a pretty good body.

By the way, Matsuyama Sensei's swimsuit is boomerang pants.

Is it also why tanned macho has to be boomerang pants?

The teacher's swimsuit, but the groin section had a regular or thermometer-like scale written on it, and on the back side it said 'Memory of Love' and in white unplugged letters.

Do you want to pull the Pine O-shirting crap this far?

"Uh, Doctor, that swimsuit..."

"Oh! This was given to me as a birthday present by a member of staff this July! It would be great!!

No, that, I think, is totally joke goods. And it's pretty sexually harassing.

"Oh, well, I'm glad you did."

What else do you want me to say?

The girls were gathered together and the advisor teacher seemed to introduce Mr. Noshima.

Some of the members are Yayumi. Speaking of which, you've been a regular since summer or something.

He had been swimming since elementary school, but he took it seriously for once.

Let me tell you something, all swimsuits in the swimming department wear swimsuits for competition, not squirts.

Well, it's mostly a very popular design from the black lineage, and I don't care about Loricon, so I'll skip the details.

Be yourself paranoid. But I can't imagine Yayumi.

Basically, the swimming department seems to have very little interaction between men and women. It's a personal competition, it's an adolescent male and female, and I guess it's been thought of a lot. I'm only using the same pool.

So naturally I won't go to a girl this time. I don't even want to go there. Is that true?

When each of us enters the pool and starts practicing, I am briefed on the club by Dr. Matsuyama.

Matsuyama sensei himself was swimming as a student, instructing his staff at key locations.

Except it's hot and painful. You're really good, aren't you, Doctor?

I also go into the pool from time to time to help mentor. The swimsuit is a surf type to the knee.

There was a slight twist when I took off the windbreaker that was weaving my feathers.

It is a physical beauty forged in action in different worlds. I accidentally decided on a double-viceps pose (like a guts pose where my hands were raised and my elbows bent in a bodybuilding pose). Even so, I don't think it looks good because it's not an excessively fat muscle like those competition people.

For some reason, Matsuyama was posing as a side chest against him.

Nevertheless, I went into the pool for the first time back from different worlds, but my buoyancy was small and I was in a hurry because of my low fat and muscle gain.

I enjoyed it quite a bit even during my internship...

The next day, I told Miyake Sensei, a four-group teacher, about yesterday's incident behind the school building.

He told me to take care of it for once, but it might be difficult to do something without even consulting with him.

However, I think he is a good teacher because he was properly worried about his students.

It is not particularly bad, although there are parts that are somewhat flashy about dyeing hair when it comes to students who are seen as the offending side.

I'm not going to be actively involved at the moment, but while I'm here, I'll take a look around the back of the school building and gym after lunch break or school.

The second class internship, which took place in the fourth hour, managed to be completed without difficulty.

Finishing lunch in the intern's office, Matsuyama Sensei and I head to four groups where the next class takes place after the pre-bell.

I heard Dr. Miyake from the front just plugged into three sets of classrooms next door.

"You guys! What are you doing!!

I can see the example quartet and the boy students squatting across it.

"Nothing. I thought he just exaggerated even though he just hit his leg a little bit."

"Obviously you would have kicked it! Do you always do this!!

Sensei Miyake is raising her voice of reprimand to a student with hair dye who has no shards of reflection.

When I tried to ask what was wrong with Dr. Matsuyama's face, the back of my neck flickered slightly.

Awkward but also seemingly murderous signs.

Chicken, chicken, chicken.

A slight sound heard from squatted students.

Neither Dr. Miyake nor the students in front of him are aware of it.

And

"Ahhhh!!!

A squatted student stood up and shook up his arm as he shouted.

I was sensing ahead of time and I immediately grabbed the wrist I was trying to pack and shake down in time.

And I picked the blade of the cutter knife in that hand with my finger and broke it pakingly.

Even if you stop it, you might get hurt if your teeth stay out.

"Huh?! Huh?, let go."

"Yes, yes, calm down a bit. I know how you feel, but if you do that, you're not gonna make it."

"Mr. Kashiwaki?!

Finally, he, Dr. Miyake, realizes your situation, shouts a surprise.

"Mr. Matsuyama. Can I borrow your student guidance room for a second? And the next class."

"Okay. I'll take care of it. Don't you dare let Kozai calm you down in the guidance room. We'll come back later."

Dr. Matsuyama nodded at my sudden request.

You're really good, this teacher. I don't know if it's right to leave it to the interns...