[Master K] The bad one next door

"Today, let's review the properties of melting and solidification." The teacher on the podium wrote notes on the blackboard with his back to a class of students, "Many students did not understand the concepts of melting and melting last semester, so I will take advantage of this section to Let me explain to you…”

The young male teacher has beautiful and neat chalk characters, and when writing on the blackboard, he is very considerate and writes every word grandly, so that even the students sitting in the last row can clearly see the blackboard on the content.After writing the writing on the blackboard, he turned around and explained in detail to the legend. When the magnetic sound sounded, there was always a brushing sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Physics class.

This can definitely be regarded as one of Misaki Hatta's most hated subjects.

Although the physics teacher of Class B of the third year is Mr. Fujiwara, who is very popular in the whole school, this still does not change the boy's natural dislike of science and his psychological rejection of Fujiwara.The double disgust, not only did not make the negative negative, but it made Hatta develop a habit of either skipping class or sleeping in physics class.

This also means that the relationship between Hatta and Fujiwara has grown.

Fujiwara was privately selected by students as a popular teacher on campus. A large part of the reason is that he is much more handsome than other male teachers and has a gentle and patient attitude towards students.This is especially true for teenage girls, but people like Misaki Hatta don't take it at all.

——"This bastard's fake smile makes people get goosebumps!"

Hatta once commented on Fujiwara in front of many people.

——"It's just a guy who lives by his face."

The orange-haired boy is at a young and frivolous age, and he will always speak up without any scruples when he has any thoughts, so innocent that he seems to be completely unaware of the warmth and coldness of the world.He told someone casually, and that person told other people nonsense, and the rumor spread more and more crookedly, and it spread to Fujiwara's ears. In the end, almost everyone in the school thought: Oh, the third-year class B Hatta Misaki is a thorn in the side who can't get used to handsome guys.

After hearing such rumors, Mami always can't laugh or cry: "Misaki, can you stop being so crazy? Who is a big mouth and who can trust you? At least be able to distinguish clearly!"

Although Hatta doesn't care about this kind of grievance, it doesn't mean that Maiya doesn't care.

The fallacy that is obviously aimed at teenagers always makes the girl feel a lump in her heart. Every time she faces Fujiwara, she always feels a little unnatural—well, she admits that this is indeed caused by subjective consciousness, even though she knows that Hatta was the first to provoke the incident , the balance in her mind is always in favor of her own child.

Hatta hates Fujiwara, and Shinya also hates Fujiwara.

Of course that's all for later.

Less than 10 minutes after the physics class started, Misaki Hatta fell asleep lying on the table.

After the winter, the weather is very cold. Even when your fingers touch the desktop while writing, your skin will be sore from the cold, let alone lying on your stomach in contact with a large area of ​​the cold desktop.Therefore, when winter comes, the number of people who sleep in class often decreases significantly, and even a troublesome person like Hatta has changed from sleeping to looking out the window and distracted.

...there seems to be no difference between the two.Well, at least for the teacher on the podium, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

In short, teachers are very pleased with this change.

But now, in the weather where the temperature is about five to six degrees Celsius, the orange-haired boy fell asleep carelessly in front of the whole class.

The face was literally slapped.

As a result, Mr. Fujiwara, who was beaten in the face, was rarely in the state. People with careful observation soon found that the curvature of the man's mouth was five to seven degrees lower than usual, and the glasses under the long bangs reflected dazzling white light from time to time.If a Two-dimensional man in the class saw this scene, he would definitely shout "ghost animal" like a cult believer.

Compared with the absent state of the people on stage, the performance of the culprit off stage was much calmer.

The window was covered with a thin layer of white mist. Looking from the classroom, the scene of withered leaves outside was already blurred.On the table by the window, the boy's furry orange head was nestled in a soft red scarf, with a few strands of messy hair rising and falling with his steady breathing.

A boy at the back poked Fushimi at the same table when Fujiwara turned around, and whispered: "Hey, Fushimi, Hatta is too cunning to think of this way to sleep comfortably... By the way, when was he smart enough to wear a scarf to school?"

His voice was full of envy and jealousy.

The black-haired boy glanced at the people around him through the glasses, noncommittal, and continued to turn his head to look at the scenery.

He was listening to a song when his name was called.It's a very old-fashioned way: the earphone cable is drilled out of the cuff, and the hand is placed next to the ear, as if he looks like he is thinking with his chin now.Of course Mr. Fujiwara, who has been among the students for several years, would not fail to see what he was doing, but for some reason, he never said anything about it.

All members of class B of the third year summed it up and agreed that it was a problem of aura.

Compared with Fushimi, Hatta's aura is too much to make people want to bully.

The orange-haired boy was sleeping soundly with his plush scarf in his arms, half of his sleeping face exposed under his bangs was peaceful like a child's.Even though he was in class, the atmosphere around him was unbelievably warm, which completely subverted his bad image of a bad boy when he woke up.

It's just that the snoring of the outside environment without any scruples lowered the tranquil beauty a lot.

Because the person who made the snoring sound was Misaki Hatta, no matter how much Fujiwara deliberately raised the volume, he could not suppress the presence of the sound. On the contrary, it was because the sound of lectures on the stage and the snoring in the audience reflected each other that many students Secretly sprayed out laughing.

Fujiwara's expression was suddenly distressed.He smiled awkwardly, turned to face the class, and gently put the pointer on the table.

The whole class fell silent for a moment.

"... Hatta?"

Under the gaze of more than 40 pairs of eyes, the young man coughed lightly, walked off the podium, knocked on the boy's table, and tried to wake up Hatta with his usual soft tone: "Hata, don't sleep during class."

Hatta: "zzzz..." He muttered something impatiently, slapped his hand away, and continued to sleep in another position.

Fushimi in the back seat still kept his chin resting, and couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

Fujiwara's smile couldn't hold back.

As the saying goes, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he will be angry, and this saying is exactly applicable to this young male teacher.

"Misaki Hatta!! You and Fushimi stand outside the door for punishment! Immediately! Immediately!"

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When Hatta came to the door of the classroom with a soft scarf in his arms, he was still dazed and not yet sober.

Fushimi, whose earphones were mercilessly confiscated, came out behind him, his eyes behind the glasses were full of depression.Seeing Hatta's drowsy look with drooping eyelids, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, leaning against the wall like a boy, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Hatta, who came back to his senses half a day later, caught a glimpse of Fushimi's sullen side face, his whole body was shocked, and he was stunned: "Ape...Ape Hiko?! You, you, you, why are you here?!"

"Ah." Fushimi supported the side of his neck listlessly, "Just like you, he was kicked out by Fujiwara."

"...Don't you usually get kicked out no matter how messy you are?!"

"Who knows." The black-haired boy shrugged.Seeing that he looked like he had nothing to do with him, Hatta was not interested in asking further, rolled his eyes and started talking to himself irritably.

"What, that guy Fujiwara, you woke up someone in such a cold day... Achoo!!" He sneezed loudly before he finished speaking.Amidst Fushimi's uncontrollable snort, the orange-haired boy sniffled in embarrassment, and tied the scarf he was holding without saying a word.

Because he only learned how to tie a scarf yesterday, Hatta's movements are still a little clumsy, but it is obviously much better than when he almost strangled himself before.He buried his chin in the soft plush, rubbed his nose vigorously, and sighed in relief with the tip of his reddened nose: "Huha...it's much warmer this way!"

The orange-haired boy's delicate face had a bright childlike smile on his face.

Fushimi looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly said, "Hi, Misaki."

"what?"

"This thing was given to you by Yazawa."

Hatta was taken aback, and didn't realize what he was referring to for a while, until he followed Fushimi's eyes and saw the red scarf around his neck and suddenly realized: "Oh, you said this, it's true...cut, That guy is always worrying about unimportant places, and he told me to wear a scarf many times when he went to school this morning, he was really rambunctious like an old lady."

Maybe it was because standing by the corridor was too boring, Hatta unknowingly began to complain about the behavior of his own boy.

"When I was having fun, she would tell me to do my homework without winking. Really, what is the meaning of homework? Oh, yes, and yesterday, she also came when we were playing games." Excuse me, although I do have a lot of homework left to do, but this is the last night of the weekend...Damn it, it just went to waste..."

This is really a willful complaint.

But listening to such nonsensical words, Fushimi felt a kind of "Ah, such a cute character is Misaki" and "How can Misaki waste so much time talking about herself, Yazawa Maya is really an annoying guy" Mixed emotions.

Hatta's next sentence made Fushimi's latter emotion even stronger.

"Well, anyway..." the orange-haired boy scratched his head, with an awkward look on his face, "Although it's annoying, it's the first time I've finished my homework, although I don't want to admit it, it's her Is it due to you... Ape, Ape Bigu? Why is your expression so scary?!"

He turned his head abruptly, staring dumbfounded at the black-haired boy exuding the aura of "I'm very upset right now, don't mess with me".

"...It's nothing." Fu pushed his glasses expressionlessly, raised his arms, and casually glanced at his watch, "This class will end in 5 minutes."

"real?!"

So Misaki Hatta, who was innocent and easy to deceive, was taken away from the topic with such a pleasant face.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Fujiwara angrily walked out of the classroom with his textbooks in his arms.The young man's handsome face was rarely seen with displeasure, and when he saw the two standing crookedly by the door, his expression suddenly became even uglier.He paused on the spot for a while, staring at them as if about to say something, opened and closed his mouth for a long time, finally gave up preaching, turned around dejectedly, and walked quickly towards the office as if fleeing.

"It's almost like a major blow."

The boy at the table behind Hatta said this when the two returned to their seats one after the other.

The fact seems to be true, Hatta recalled the expression he had glimpsed before, although he couldn't understand the reason for the man's anger, he still gloated and said, "Ahahaha Fujiwara, you have today too".

Another male classmate named "Akiyama" happened to pass by, and when he heard the orange-haired boy excitedly yelling "The revenge has been avenged", he couldn't help laughing: "You can still say such things now, Hatta, and you are here blindly if you have time." Le, why don't you think about who you should cry to if those girls who admire Mr. Fujiwara come to trouble you."

"Huh?" The excited Hatta was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled expression on his face, "What does this have to do with me?"

As soon as the words fell, Qiushan and the back table couldn't help but help their foreheads.The back table sighed, looking at the orange-haired boy with eyes full of hatred for iron and steel: "What, it seems that you and Fushimi... the two culprits of you are completely unconscious."

Hatta's expression was even more bewildered. Fushimi, who originally thought it had nothing to do with him, looked away from the window and raised his eyes sleepily. The textured black pupils behind the lenses conveyed a sense of "I'm falling asleep no matter how I lie down." gun" innocent.

Akiyama, who came back from the podium after putting things away, smiled helplessly: "I don't know who is joking and chatting about family affairs outside the door. It seems that I don't know that I am punishing myself for standing instead of drinking at home. I am so angry that Mr. Fujiwara The whole class was black-faced."

Before the two "culprits" could react, the back desk answered with a sigh: "I've never felt such a depressing atmosphere in Mr. Fujiwara's place. This physics class is probably unforgettable for the whole class."

"..."

Both Hatta and Fushimi choked obviously.

After a few seconds of silence, the latter continued to turn his head impatiently to look out the window to look at the scenery, while the former put his legs on the table, put his hands behind his head, and said carelessly: "It's so noisy, it doesn't matter what this kind of thing is! return……"

He turned his head and looked at Qiu Shan aside: "Hey Qiu Shan, what did you just bring back from the office?"

Qiu Shan is the math class representative of their class. He just finished the math surprise test in the morning, so if there is any movement, everyone will naturally look for him.Hatta's words attracted the attention of many students around him.Under the eyes of everyone, Akiyama shrugged and spread his hands: "The exam papers for the morning have been corrected, and the self-study class will be distributed later."

The tone was so light that it seemed to say "I had omurice for breakfast today".

"--Eh?!!"

There was an incredible cry.

Hatta's reaction was the most intense, and he stood up abruptly and grabbed Akiyama's collar: "This is so fast?! Why are your students marking papers so efficient this time?! Did you take drugs?!"

This time the score might not even be in double digits—Although Hatta Misaki had prepared himself for this kind of mental preparation at the beginning of the exam, he still felt a sense of weightlessness when the score really came down.

The bleak look of the orange-haired boy, as if the whole world had lost hope, had been expected by Akiyama.He coughed lightly, and patted the shoulder of the person who grabbed his collar sympathetically: "Hata, calm down, let me take a breath."

Hatta let go of his hand in a trance, fell on the chair, and began to think bitterly about how to deal with his furious mother tonight.After regaining his freedom, Akiyama stepped back quickly, and after confirming that his position would not be attacked by groups, he collected his thoughts and said, "Indeed, our grade has not finished grading the test papers, but this time the papers are corrected. The grades were mixed, and the papers in our class were corrected by the first-year students."

As soon as the words fell, the back table couldn't help complaining: "So you are not even as good as the first-year freshmen?"

"Yeah, don't they all say, 'The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves before them die on the beach', the younger generations are terrible."

Akiyama didn't feel ashamed at all after being ridiculed, and his attitude was as natural as it should be.Amidst the yelling of "You are really shameless" at the back table, he looked around for a while, and stopped the female classmate of another examination group who was chatting with some girls in the aisle: "Tsuruta! The one who graded our papers Which first grade class is it from?"

The female classmate was having a good time chatting, when she suddenly heard someone call her name, she turned her head with some dissatisfaction, and said patiently: "Class B of the first year." Then she turned her head and continued laughing with her friends.

"Yes, yes, yes, I remember, it's Class B of the first year." Akiyama didn't care about Tsuruta's attitude, he slapped his head suddenly, and then continued to spit to the audience with great interest, "The marking team of Class B Although there are only three people, their efficiency really puts the entire third-year examination papers group to shame, and the most important thing is that there is a very cute elementary school girl... Hey, what's wrong with you, Hatta?"

Hatta's expression was already a little strange when he heard "First Grade", and his face became darker as he listened to it, until he could hardly control the distortion of his face when "Class B of the First Year" came to his ears.

Misaki Misaki Hatta knew that his own boy was a student in Group B of the first year.When he first entered school, the girl came to him and happily said some stupid things like "I am so lucky to be able to teach in the classroom that Misaki used to use." Of course, he was as clueless as usual, and soon blushed. I drove them back home, and for some reason, I tossed and turned on the bed because of this sentence and couldn't sleep all night. When I woke up in the morning, I still had dark circles under my eyes.

Of course, if it's just these things, it won't make him panic.

——"Well, I was so exhausted helping the teacher grade the monthly exam papers before, and I got home very late that day... It's not easy for the middle school grade group."

This is what Yazawa Maya said inadvertently when he came to his house for dinner a few days ago as the thoughts gradually cleared up in the boy's mind.

...the approval group?

……

Fuck, what a joke!

The orange-haired boy took a deep breath, looked up at Akiyama's bewildered face, and said with a trembling voice, "...Hey, do you know who is in that examination group?"

"This, this..." The young man was obviously frightened by him, he stammered for a while to prepare his emotions, and replied, "I do know... the math class of class B in the first year represents Xiao Lin, the very popular Shan Ye, Also, and..."

Hatta's heart was in his throat.

"A girl named... Ya... Yazawa?" Akiyama repeated uncertainly, nodded, "Well, that's the right name."

A few boys around who had a good relationship with Hatta nervously looked at the petrified orange-haired boy, confused by his inexplicable reaction.The originally grinning back table also restrained the smile on his face, and carefully poked the boy who was stiff on the seat: "... Hatta? Are you okay? Are you alive?"

Misaki Hatta, who had been motionless all this time, finally moved when she was stabbed in the back by the pen tip.

In the next second, I suddenly gave my head on the table, and fists with my hands fiercely on the desktop. The beautiful face was full of crying and crying: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"...Eh? Eh! Hatta!! Are you okay? What happened?!"

In the chaos, Fushimi calmly took everything into his eyes.Knowing Hatta's situation, he roughly guessed the other party's entangled psychology at this time, but he didn't quite understand it, so he ignored it and continued to listen to music while watching the scenery.

The branches are bare, and white snow is constantly blowing from the dead branches. It is conceivable that it must be cold and windy outside at this time.

The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes and smacked his lips listlessly.

"...Tsk, it's freezing."