[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

In the second half of the party, Aizawa Shouta's absent-mindedness had already been engraved on his face, only the dazed Kazama Mari didn't notice.

So when they went back, these two people who were out of shape were thrown behind the line by others.

Bressant wanted to follow Kazama Mari, but was dragged away by Midnight.

"You pay so much attention to Kazama, I can't help but have bad associations." Midnight said meaningfully.

"I just... care about my sister, my sister." Bressant felt a little guilty when she saw her.

Why are you so guilty...Bressant thought to himself, obviously he has no other thoughts, but the truth is indeed very cute, and he has always liked her...

It's not the kind of liking... Shouldn't it?

Bressant, who had drunk some wine, was also dazed.

Just when the ethereal ghost came to chat with him, he quickly put aside his increasingly dangerous thoughts and began to chatter.

The voice was much louder than usual, almost making people suspect that he used his personality.

Fortunately, he was always interesting enough to talk, so he wouldn't be surrounded by other teachers and beat him up.

All the way back to Xiongying in a lively manner, everyone said good night to each other.

Except for the ethereal ghost who still wanted to stay in the hall on the first floor to drink tea, everyone else returned to their rooms.

Mari Kazama also followed Aizawa Shouta and stopped at the door on the second floor.

Aizawa Yuta opened the door, saw that she was still standing behind him, and casually extended an invitation: "Come in and sit?"

Kazama Mari floated through the door like a ghost.

Aizawa Shouta hasn't noticed anything wrong with her yet.

He poured a glass of water for Kazama Mari, and saw her sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed, her lips pursed slightly, as if she was not happy.

"Did you hear what I said tonight?" Aizawa Xiaota asked.

Kazama Mari nodded numbly.

"Since you want to become a colleague, I think it is necessary for other teachers to know more about you." Aizawa Xiaota analyzed as objectively as possible, "I don't want people to say that you are the student who was expelled when they mention you. This incident should not be a stain on you, nor does it mean that you are not good enough..."

"I just want them to know that the reason why you chose to fire you was because you didn't have a firm belief in wanting to be a hero, not for any other reason." Aizawa Shouta squatted down in front of the sofa and looked up at her.

He stretched out his hand to touch the blond hair that fell by Kazama Truth's ear.

"If you mind, I won't bring up these things in the future."

Kazama Mari lowered his head and looked at him, those green eyes were full of sparkle, as if there were water droplets condensing in them.

Her long eyelashes flickered twice, her expression was so fragile that Aizawa Shouta couldn't help but sigh.

He moved his lips and was almost speechless, but under Kazama's gaze, he still said hoarsely: "But I still think that I did nothing wrong back then."

You were not fit to be a hero at that time.

After three years, today is different from the past, so I can't say this sentence anyway.

Milin Shenwei once said to him: "For her, you are not only a teacher, but also her most important person. You can't deny her so simply."

At that time, Milin Kamui came to handle the withdrawal procedures for Kazama Mari.

Aizawa Shouta didn't quite understand what he said, and he didn't think about it seriously later, but now that he thinks about it, he thinks it has a lot of meaning.

Aizawa Shouta looked up at Kazama Mari, his shadow was reflected in her eyes.

Maybe not an illusion.

She is indeed the most important person to her...

She has no real relatives anymore, and no one can be closer to her than herself.

Aizawa Shouta is disappointed by his mean thoughts.

But he was genuinely delighted in his heart.

In this case……

What interrupted his thoughts was the movement of Kazama Mari.

Kazama Mari slowly slid down from the sofa and sat down on the ground at the edge of the sofa, with her arms around her knees, looking like she wanted to shut herself off.

It took a long time for Aizawa Shouta's alcohol-occupied thinking to play a role: "Are you...drinking?"

Kazama Mari tilted her head and looked at him, a question mark almost floated above her head.

"..." Aizawa Xiaota looked complicated, "Did you understand what I said?"

Kazama Mari looked at him, then suddenly jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

"Don't be sad," she said.The voice was soft, and the breath he exhaled was also very warm, making this hug hot all of a sudden.

"...I'm not sad." Aizawa Xiaota said in a low voice.

"Liar." Mari Kazama rubbed Aizawa Shouta's shoulder.

Seeing his slender neck hidden in the gray arresting weapon from the side, Kazama Mari seemed to have found something surprising, she pulled the arresting weapon away, and lightly licked his pale skin that was not easily exposed.

Aizawa Shouta froze all over, and pulled her off his body with a little force.

He blurted out a question: "What are you doing?!"

If Kazama Mari was still awake, she might be able to realize that there was a hint of fright in his tone.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, but his usual calm demeanor also disappeared from him.

Kazama Mari curled her lips and stared at him with some grievances.

Aizawa Shouta also stared at her.

I feel that I can't get angry, and it's rare to be aggrieved.

In the end, Aizawa Yuta was defeated.

I don't know how much Mari Kazama drank, and whether she will have a headache the next day. Aizawa Xiao didn't want her to have an accident not long after she joined the work. He went back to the room and took out a hangover pill, and gently opened it Kazama Mari's mouth fed the hangover pill.

Kazama Mari swallowed it without hesitation, then opened his mouth to bite the finger he hadn't had time to retract.

"Let go." Aizawa Shouta ordered in a low voice.

Kazama Mari really let go, but she still licked Aizawa Shouta's finger.

Aizawa Yuta quickly pulled his hand back, his fingertips trembling, he clenched his hand into a fist to cover up the unexpected situation, and poked her forehead with the other hand: "Why do you want to lick everything..."

Kazama Mari swayed under his movement.

He couldn't help rubbing Kazama Mari's head, and said to her with some frustration: "It's getting late, go back to sleep."

Kazama Mari blinked her eyes.

"I want to sleep with Brother Xiao," she said.

Aizawa Xiaota said with a cold face: "But I don't want to sleep with you."

"Then what should we do?" Makoto Kazama looked at him ignorantly, asking for advice seriously.

"Stand up and walk back by yourself." Aizawa Yuta stretched out his hand and pointed behind her, "The door is there."

Mari Kazama turned her head, thought for a moment in the direction of the door, then shook her head: "...so troublesome!"

Aizawa Shouta couldn't help but want to let out a desperate sigh.

Why reason with a drunk, he thought, just throw her back.

It must be Mike...why give her a drink...

Aizawa let go of his seldom resentment.

He stood up resignedly, hugged Kazama Mari in his arms, and walked to her room.

The guest room on his side has no quilts or pillows, otherwise there is no need to be so troublesome.

Kazama Mari was hugged horizontally by him, wrapping her hands around his neck, her legs dangling in the air moved uncomfortably, and suddenly laughed.

"Keep it high!" she said.

"No." Aizawa Xiao refused her without thinking too much.

He put Mari Kazama in front of the door of 3-2 and found the key from her jacket pocket.

"I'll teach you!" Mari Kazama was in high spirits, grabbed Aizawa Shouta's clothes, and climbed up on him like climbing a tree.

Aizawa Shouta had to tear her off his body, feeling unprecedentedly tired.

Different from the empty room that Aizawa Shouta lived in for several years, Kazama Mari bought a lot of things the second day after she came to Xiongying, leaving many traces in the room.

The simple ceramic vases on the table, the childish star pillows on the sofa, the bright and colorful watercolor paintings on the wall...Everywhere shows the lively and lovely girl and her infinite love for life.

Aizawa Xiao took a quick look at the past, picked up Mari Kazama's collar, and threw her into the room.

"I want to fly high!" Kazama Mari didn't know what to think of, and said a little happily.

"How to fly?" Aizawa Xiaota was expressionless.

Mari Kazama quickly made a posture of standing at attention, then raised her hand to the level of her shoulder, and made a movement of waving it up and down.

"Like this, use your big wings to fly with me~"

"Okay, you've already flown..." Aizawa Xiaota said unemotionally.

He really wanted to record this scene, he could definitely laugh at her for a whole year with this scene.

"I don't!" Kazama Shinri was unexpectedly serious, "Without wind, I can't fly."

"Sleep if you can't fly." Aizawa Yuta carried her to the bed, took off her coat and shoes, and stuffed her under the quilt.

Mari Kazama got under the quilt, and quickly buried her face in it, only her eyes were exposed.

Slightly messy blond hair was also scattered around the quilt.

Aizawa Xiaota trimmed her long hair for her, and was about to leave when she grabbed her clothes.

"Brother Xiao..."

"Ok?"

"Kiss." Kazama Mari said.

"???"

Aizawa Yuta pulled her quilt away, put his hands on the bed, and said sullenly: "Say it again??"

"Sleep, I want to kiss."

Kazama Mari looked obediently at Aizawa Shouta who was propped on top of her.

Her eyes were misty, and her green eyes were no longer as clear and bright as usual, but they could still easily make his heart flutter, and many associations began to emerge uncontrollably.

"you……"

"Hurry up." Kazama Mari urged in a low voice.

Aizawa Shouta's eyelids twitched violently, feeling that every word of Kazama Mari was challenging his limit.

He subconsciously glanced at Kazama Mari's lips, which were not very rosy, but a little pink. At this time, she was opening her mouth slightly, as if she was sending a silent invitation to him.

So he made a decision he would never have made when he wasn't drunk.

He lowered his head and slowly moved closer to Kazama's face.

He paused for a moment when he was so close to the breathing distance that he met Kazama Maru's eyes.

Seeing a suddenly enlarged face, Kazama Mari blinked inexplicably.

"Kiss your forehead."

Her voice sounded half a beat later, as if she was supplementing.

"..." Aizawa Shouta.

"Go to sleep." Aizawa Shouta tucked her under the quilt stiffly, his lowered voice was full of powerlessness.