Zongman: Hong Kong's black ceiling but autistic, what should I do?

"Come to think of it, so why did Sakura-chan look like the sky was falling just now?"

After a round of joking and playing around, Shou Lingji suddenly remembered Fukuzawa Sakura's unusual behavior just now.

"Ah, speaking of this——"

Thinking about what happened today, Fukuzawa Sakura, who had calmed down, became depressed again.

Back to this morning.

Today is Fukuzawa Sakura's first day as a music teacher. Because she has discussed the class format with the chairman, Fukuzawa Sakura's class is different from the traditional music class where students learn singing. Fukuzawa Sakura will mainly teach theoretical knowledge related to music such as composition and singing. The teaching goal is to systematically train students to become a composer. Therefore, at the beginning, there is no need to go to the music classroom for the theoretical teaching part and it can be taught directly in the class.

This mode of teaching is more like a composition lecture than a music class.

Fortunately, although it was Sakura Fukuzawa's first time to teach on the podium, she had seen pigs run even if she had not eaten pork. As long as she imitated the teachers in Saotome Academy, she could complete the teaching task.

However, when Sakura Fukuzawa confidently walked into the so-called top class in Kunugigaoka Junior High School, Class 3-A, with her lesson plan to start class, she was petrified standing at the podium.

"ah!!!!!"

The rain in Fuze Ying's heart was heavier than the rain that fell on the day Yiping asked her father for money.

"No one told me that all the students with good grades in this school are ugly!"

woo woo woo woo...

Poor Fukuzawa Sakura, she is just "slightly" obsessed with looks and hasn't done anything wrong, so why should she suffer like this!

Fortunately, there is still hope for Class A in Grade 3!

The chairman's older son, the monitor of Class 3A, who perfectly inherited the chairman's good looks, Gakuhide Asano, saw that Fukuzawa Sakura stood on the podium as if petrified and motionless, and whispered to Fukuzawa Sakura:

"Teacher Sakura, Teacher Sakura."

When Fukuzawa Sakura heard the familiar voice, she thought that Dazai Osamu was also sent by Dr. Mori to perform a mission, and thought to herself.

"Although Zhi is a little annoying, at least he has a nice face. I never thought that one day I would be able to thank that guy Zhi."

Unexpectedly, after being prepared for Dazai Osamu's ridicule, when she turned around, she saw a humble, gentle and kind red-haired boy looking at Fukuzawa Sakura with concern.

!!!

It’s not Dazai Osamu, nor is it an ugly man!

nice!

Although everyone except Asano Gakuhide is a bit ugly, at least there is a handsome guy in Class A.

So in the following time, Fukuzawa Sakura stared at Asano Gakuhide throughout the class.

Although the other students in Class A were not surprised by the teacher's preference for the class monitor Asano Gakuhide, who was at the top of the grade, it was the first time they saw a teacher staring at Asano Gakuhide throughout class.

However, everyone at Kunugigaoka Junior High School more or less understands the importance of "class", that is, academic performance in this school, so when Fukuzawa Sakura paid too much attention to Asano Gakushu, they just thought that he was concerned about the top student in the grade like other teachers, and did not think what he thought.

It's just a pity for Asano Gakuhide. Although the attention of the famous composer Y&S is very beneficial to Asano Gakuhide, he has to keep a gentle smile and look at Fukuzawa Sakura for the entire 45-minute class. Asano Gakuhide couldn't help feeling that his face was stiff at the end.

Fortunately, Fukuzawa Sakura is a good teacher who manages time accurately and does not delay the class. After she finished her lecture on time and answered a few students' questions, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

Sakura Fuzawa bowed to the students on the stage, then left the classroom carrying her cool punk-style princess dress (not the one she wore yesterday!).

After class, other students in Class A were reviewing or previewing today's knowledge. Only the students near Asano Gakuhide were looking at the usually elegant Asano Gakuhide with surprise as he desperately rubbed his face, which had become stiff from smiling.

As for Fukuzawa Sakura, after class, she returned to the teacher's office. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she was hit by another violent impact.

"Why is the teacher also ugly!!!"

After Fukuzawa Sakura decisively closed the office door, she walked in the corridor looking at the sky, the earth, the flowers, and the air, but not at anyone.

Fortunately, in order to make every minute count, most students stay in the classroom reading, so there are not many people in the corridor.

However, teachers would inevitably meet Sakura Fukuzawa when entering and leaving the office during get out of class. When some teachers approached and greeted her unintentionally or intentionally, Sakura Fukuzawa would face the other person and exchange polite greetings, but her eyes would always look elsewhere. In short, it was impossible for Fukuzawa Sakura to look at the other person's face.

Even if it's impolite, don't watch it!!!

Fortunately, the get out of class break was very short. When the bell rang, Fukuzawa Sakura walked into Class B's classroom to teach.

"..."

Silence is the Cambridge of today.

I can only say that Kunugigaoka Junior High School seems to follow the strange rule that the better the grades, the uglier the students are (except for Asano Gakuhide). The students in Class B are slightly better looking than those in Class A, but not much better looking.

and--

There is no other Asano Gakuhide in Class B!

woo woo woo woo...

Fukuzawa Sakura was crying in her heart again.

“If I had known, I should have just taught music to Class E. Why do I have to take so many classes? And why do I have to hurt my eyes like this…”

Fukuzawa Sakura didn't know how she managed to hold on in Class B.

After all, students and teachers are different.

The teacher is ugly, so don't look at her. Anyway, you are hurting the teacher's fragile heart. We are all adults, it doesn't matter. It hurts. If you want to ask, Fukuzawa Sakura is just a child who doesn't understand, and adults should forgive children.

But the students, not to mention that Fukuzawa Sakura is indeed older than the students, even if the students are really ugly, Fukuzawa Sakura as a teacher cannot directly hurt the students' fragile hearts.

So Fukuzawa Sakura could only force herself to look at her students from time to time, and force herself to show the "sweet smile" prepared in the lesson plan to maintain her image as a music teacher.

Woo woo woo...

However, Class B is just the beginning, there are also Class C and Class D.

After a day of classes, Fukuzawa Sakura's eyes suffered great torture. She was exhausted both physically and mentally. She even wanted to run directly to the chairman's office and stare at the chairman's face for several hours to heal her injured eyes.

(crying)

...

After listening to Fukuzawa Sakura's tearful description, the four people present fell silent again.

"You are such a face control person (chew chew chew) I really have nothing to say (chew chew chew)..."

Kurosaki Ranmaru complained silently while eating the freshly cooked egg fried rice.

While Fukuzawa Sakura was telling a story, Kurosaki Ranmaru made new fried rice, placed one portion in front of Fukuzawa Sakura, then took the other portion and sat far away from Fukuzawa Sakura to eat.

"Ranmaru, you don't understand at all! (Chew chew chew) Going to work is annoying enough, and seeing ugly colleagues and clients is even more annoying! (Chew chew chew) And you can't even say it directly! (Chew chew chew)"

"Then why don't you just become (chew chew chew) a music teacher? (chew chew chew)"

"No (chew chew chew) there was something I didn't figure out before (chew chew chew). This time I have a rare opportunity (chew chew chew) and I must figure it out (chew chew chew)"

"So Xiaoying will be a music teacher, go to school, and compose music at the same time? (Lanlan, give me a bite, it smells so good!)"

"Well, when I don't have classes at school (chew chew chew), I'll go there for a few days (chew chew chew) and just make sure I attend (Ling Er can eat my food)"

“(Ling Er! Don’t steal my food! If you want to eat, cook it yourself!) You are going to do it (chew chew chew) when (chew chew chew)”

“(Lanlan’s fried rice is the best in the world! Sakura is the best!) If Sakura composes a song for QUARTET NIGHT (chew chew chew) we will definitely win the rookie award (chew chew chew)”

"Next March (chew chew chew) probably (chew chew chew) If you want me to compose a song for you (chew chew chew) it will cost a lot of money (chew chew chew) I'm very expensive (chew chew chew)"

...

The three of them continued chatting at the dining table, but unfortunately this way of chatting while eating continued to torture Camus, the European aristocrat standing next to them.

Camus put down the coffee cup heavily and said sternly:

"Fools! Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping!"

"..."

Shocked by Camus's sudden outburst, the three of them put down their spoons at the same time and looked at Camus.

When Camus pretended to be calm and picked up the coffee cup again, the three of them started a new topic.

"Your colleague seems so strict. He looks more like a teacher than me."

"Humph, he always pays so much attention to rules. Rules are dead, but people are alive. What an old fellow who doesn't know how to adapt!"

"Sakura, he doesn't call us colleagues, he's called Camus, the one next to him is called Mikaze Aoi, the four of us are members of QUARTET NIGHT~ Also, Camus only looks serious~ after all, he's a European aristocrat~ In fact, Camus is still very gentle at heart~"

"How old is he, 28? 30?"

"It's too pitiful to say that about Camus. Camus is only 19..."

"Seize the young master?"

"Why is Lanlan also shocked? Don't you know?"

"Who knows! He looks so mature, I thought he was at least 25! I didn't expect he's younger than me!"

"Huh, so he looks old because he's from the West? I can't even imagine how handsome he must have been when he was young!"

Camus managed to maintain his composure on the surface, but in fact his heart was in turmoil because of the three people's blatant "bad words". His hand holding the coffee cup was shaking constantly.

Finally, the coffee cup in his hand couldn't bear the weight. With a "crack", the handle of the coffee cup broke and the coffee spilled onto the ground.

The three people who heard the noise turned their heads to take a look, and then continued gossiping.

"What about that blue-haired guy over there? He looks very young, but he's probably actually quite old."

"You're talking about Lanlan. He's 14 years old now."

"??? She's debuting at such a young age, is Saotome still a human?"

Mei Fenglan was watching the conversation between the three people carefully from the side:?

Meifeng Lan watched Camus angrily leave the hall, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said in the calm angelic voice:

“It’s really hard for humans to understand.”

Hearing the familiar words, Fukuzawa Sakura took the time to turn her head while gossiping, glanced at Mifeng Lan thoughtfully, and then quickly turned back and continued discussing gossip before Mifeng Lan noticed.

"Ling Er, what about you? I'm not the oldest now, am I?"

"Ah, I'm already 24, I'm an uncle, hahaha."

"That's okay, I'm only 21, not the oldest."

"No wonder Reiji looks so much more mature than Ranmaru."

"Huh? You're older than Meifeng, but I don't see you getting any more mature!"

"Isn't that different? (shy) You said I'm already so old, do I need to put more effort into pretending to be young in the future, otherwise I won't be as cute as the kids younger than me? Should I add some idioms, like chalang~dalang~nico~ or something like that?"

"How about adding some shasha?"

"No, shouldn't this be the time to complain about your habit? Why are you joining in on the fun, Reiji? And what the hell is Shasha?"

"My favorite sound of the maracas, shashasha~"

"So what should I say about me liking pudding?"

"So stop discussing these weird quirks!"

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