The girl under the cherry blossoms, her smile is like a flower

"Hey! Those guys, come play ball!"

While Qingmiya Feng and the others were listening to Ishigami's story about childhood sweethearts, the boys who were able to move freely shouted towards them.

"How can we fight without sportswear? Just play!"

The fact that Qing Gong Feng and three others went to clean the swimming pool at noon had already been known by the people in Class B, so the news that they would be able to swim in the water during physical education class spread quickly, and just now, the physical education teacher nodded to acknowledge the accuracy of the news.

"Ignore them, Ishigami, just keep talking."

"Hey! You just want to eat melons, right?" Ishigami raised his thick eyebrows to express his dissatisfaction, "This won't do. I can't just say it, you have to say it too."

"What can we say? Either it never happened, or it was as smooth as walking, without any disturbances."

Yamazaki spread his hands, and the squad leader and Kiyomiya Kaede nodded in agreement. They were the ones that Yamazaki mentioned as “never before” and “as smooth as walking”.

"I can roughly guess what Kiyomiya is talking about, but you, the class monitor, really don't have any idea. And you, Yamazaki, I heard Kiyomiya talk about your previous brilliant achievements. Just pick out a few and talk about them, and the whole class will be over, right?"

Ishigami's eyes swept across the faces of several people one by one, and he did not believe what they said.

"Hiss - if you put it that way," the squad leader pushed up his non-existent glasses and said in a low voice, "I thought about it and it seems like there really is one."

"Oh?"

"It was a winter morning, and I had just left home..."

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There was a light knock on the door.

After clipping the bookmark between the pages of the book, Qing Gong Feng opened the door.

"Hmm? It's Mr. Tsurukawa. What's going on?"

The person standing at the door was Nanami Tsurukawa. She had changed out of her serious and dignified teacher's uniform and was now wearing home clothes. Her hair was tied up, revealing her fair and plump forehead.

"Has Kiyomiya-san made dinner?"

"I was just reading a book, and there was only a little left. I thought it wouldn't be too late to cook after I finished reading, but who knew it would be this time already."

Qingmiya Feng explained with a smile. He bent down, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of Tsurukawa Nanami.

He didn't know when it started, but there were more and more slippers in his shoe cabinet, and wherever he looked, they were all women's.

"Don't bother, Kiyomiya-san. Mori and I have prepared dinner. Why don't we eat together?" The setting sun shone through the curtains, casting a golden edge on Tsurukawa Nanami's face.

"Well... that's fine. Thank you, Mr. Tsurukawa." People always become lazy when living alone. They are too lazy to spend a long time cooking, washing clothes, or sweeping the floor. This is normal and it's human nature.

He quickly changed his shoes and closed the door. Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to take the hardcover book with less than ten pages left to read.

"Teacher Shiratori can cook, too?"

On the way, Qing Gong Feng couldn't help but ask this question.

"Well - yes, but not completely." After hesitating for a few seconds, Nanami Tsurukawa finally answered.

"...which means..."

Qingmiya Feng looked at Tsurukawa Nanami and felt a little uneasy.

"Mori hasn't cooked for a long time. I once mistook sugar for salt when I was cooking, so..."

Tsurukawa Nanami didn't finish her words, but Kiyomiya Kaede already understood what she meant, "What about this time?"

"This time it's to thank Kiyomiya-san."

"...Shiratori-sensei made a few dishes."

"Three, or two? I forgot too." There was a smile in Tsurukawa Nanami's eyes.

"It doesn't matter. I'll eat whatever Teacher Hechuan eats." Qing Gong Feng said in a relaxed tone. If it doesn't taste good, just don't eat it. It's nothing.

As for Mr. Shiratori's self-confidence and self-esteem in cooking, I guess it doesn't matter even if they are shattered.

"Sometimes Kiyomiya-san is a little too smart."

The elevator door closed, and the smooth metal inner wall of the elevator could clearly reflect people's expressions. Then, the familiar feeling of excess weight acted on the body. With a "ting" sound, we arrived at the sixth floor.

The feeling of weightlessness had not completely disappeared yet when they walked out of the elevator.

"Is it not good?" asked Qingmiya Feng. He was talking about what Tsurukawa Nanami had said before that he was too smart.

"Good and bad. Sometimes, if Kiyomiya-san pretends to be stupid, Mori won't deliberately target Kiyomiya-san. Do you understand?" Tsurukawa Nanami taught Kiyomiya Kaede how to deal with the world like a teacher. No, she seemed to be a real teacher.

"Oh, I understand!"

Qing Gong Feng clenched his right fist and pounded it on the palm of his left hand, looking as if he had suddenly realized something.

"So Mr. Shiratori likes idiots!"

His voice was so decisive that when people heard it, they could not help but extend their thoughts along the lines of what he said.

"It's better not to let Mori hear this, otherwise Kiyomiya-san will suffer again."

"No, no, as long as Mr. Tsurukawa doesn't tell... Wait!" Qing Gongfeng stopped talking. He looked at Nanami Tsurukawa with some trepidation, "Mr. Tsurukawa won't tell, right?"

"Who knows?"

She laughed like a young girl in her twenties. Qingmiya Feng could swear that when Tsurukawa Nanami was young, she was definitely a playful person, just like Shiratori Mori now.

"Teacher Tsurukawa, I am your favorite student!" Qingmiya Feng repeated these words countless times, although he has not yet received the approval of the person concerned.

"The teacher treats every student equally," she slowly raised her finger playfully, "which means the teacher likes every student."

"true and false?"

"Is it true or not? Kiyomiya-san, take a guess."

No one can perfectly divide their likes into equal parts, and the same is true for teachers' concern for students. Therefore, it is easy to tell which is true and which is false in this sentence.

Tsurukawa Nanami opened the door and Kiyomiya Kaede followed her in. The table in the living room was already filled with prepared dishes, and a pot of steamed rice was steaming.

The air conditioner was on inside, and Shiratori Mori was sitting on the sofa in a rude manner, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

"Good evening, Mr. Shiratori."

Qing Gong Feng changed his shoes and walked over. The sun was still setting, but it would be fine to call it night.

"Well, good evening," Shiratori Mori pressed the sole of his right foot against his left thigh, exposing his white thigh flesh to the cool living room with mixed aromas, "Come and try the dishes made by the teacher. You are in for a treat."

She had an excited look on her face. "If I hadn't thought that everyone wasn't here yet, I might have started eating secretly a long time ago."

"I'm going to have a good taste of Mr. Shiratori's cooking today. Don't let me down."

Qing Gong Feng washed his hands skillfully, then picked up the rice spoon and served rice to the two female teachers.