[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

Makoto Kazama's great career as a teacher has not yet officially started, but she is facing a major crisis.

The name of this crisis is - Aizawa Shouta.

Realizing this, Kazama Mari floated weakly behind Aizawa Shouta, like a ghost behind her back, from the teacher's building to the life department of the opposite building.

Aizawa Shouta turned on the office computer, registered the access card for Mari Kazama, and gave her the permissions that a hero subject teacher should have, before returning the card to her.

"The password is your birthday, go back and change it yourself."

Aizawa Shouta said: "With this access card, you can enter all public places. There are detectors on the door. If you forget to bring the card, you must enter the password."

"Understood." Mari Kazama put the magnetic card in his pocket, feeling incredible that he could get the pass ID so easily, couldn't help but glance at Aizawa Shouta.

Very unexpected.

Aizawa Shouta didn't make things difficult for himself.

Men are indeed strange creatures.

It's really hard to understand.

Mari Kazama relaxed.

"Thank you Aizawa-sensei." She smiled at Aizawa Shouta.

Still a child.

Aizawa Yuta stared at the little lock of blond hair curling up over her shoulders, as if looking at something particularly cute.His fingers moved, and he sighed inwardly again.

"The key belongs to the teacher's apartment, and there should be a house number on it," he said.

Kazama Mari took out the key and looked at it.

"H3-2? I don't understand."

"Forget it, I'll take you there."

Aizawa Xiaota felt that what the principal threw to him was really troublesome.

The apartment is behind the teacher's building, separated by a large forest, and there is a small river passing through it. There are all kinds of flowers planted on the other side of the river. It is now spring, and tulips are blooming. Over the golden oil painting-like flowers, there is a vague I saw the outlines of several four-story buildings.

Aizawa Shouta took Kazama Mari to one of the downstairs.

Mari Kazama looked up at the "HERO" wooden sign hanging on it, and said "ah", "Isn't this the place where Mr. Mike lives? It turns out that H means Hero Department? 3-2, is it the third floor? Then I live downstairs from Mr. Mike?"

Aizawa Shouta looked at Mari Kazama who suddenly became excited, and his tone sank: "Have you been here?"

"That's right, the TV in Mr. Mike's living room is huge, I like it very much!" Mari Kazama opened her hands and made an exaggerated gesture, "I also want to buy such a big TV."

"Oh." Aizawa Xiaota's tone was cool.

Kazama Mari insensitively noticed something was wrong with him.

"Can't you bring someone here?" she asked.

"No." Aizawa Xiaota clicked his tongue, "Are you just... coming to the residence with him?"

He no longer concealed his displeasure, but his words were the opposite, buried deep in a sleepy and hoarse tone, making it difficult to distinguish his intentions.

Kazama Mari pondered for a while, and roughly understood what he meant, and began to refute unhappily: "What's the matter? When you say that, I feel that Mr. Mike is completely different from a dirty-minded adult like you. "

Mari Kazama understood that Aizawa Shota guessed that the relationship between her and Mike was not out of malice, but instinctively cared for her, a former student, but she still felt offended.

In this regard, Aizawa Xiaota really wanted to take out several stacks of adult magazines that Mike had collected, and smash them on her head, so that she could see who was dirtier.

"That guy Mike, how come there are so many fans."

He pressed his forehead unhappily.

In the end, I chose to skip this topic.

Aizawa Shouta walked into the apartment building and introduced to Mari Kazama: "The first floor is a public rest area, you can take a look around when you have time." He paused, and then said: "Wine is often placed on the table at midnight, Don't steal it."

Mari Kazama immediately showed a cute smile.

It makes people even more worried.

Aizawa Shouta glanced over her smiling face, stayed somewhere for a few seconds, and finally walked up to the second floor without saying anything.

"Midnight and the Marksman's Room."

Then go to the third floor.

Considering the strange shapes of the heroes, the corridors and room doors are designed to be very wide.In fact, Xiongying will never be stingy when it comes to teacher resources.

Three bedrooms and one living room, with separate kitchen and bathroom, fully furnished, equipped with refrigerator, water heater and air conditioner. Among the many hero schools, there are few schools with better conditions than Xiongying.

However, even if they become teachers in Xiongying, many heroes still keep their own offices, and some even bought houses outside, so even if the conditions are good, most of the teachers' apartments are still deserted.

Mari Kazama stood at the door marked "3-1", "This is?"

The familiar smile appeared on Aizawa Shouta's face again.

"Am I having a nightmare?" Mari Kazama turned around and opened the door to 3-2.

"Excuse me, farewell!"

"Wait." Aizawa Shouta stopped her, and under her gaze, he entered Room 3-1. After a while, he took out a box of instant noodles and stuffed it into Kazama Mari's hands.

"During the holiday, the school's convenience store is closed." Aizawa Xiaota casually told him, "After eating, rest."

Kazama Mari looked up at him, and he looked back calmly.

Feeling the seemingly absent concern, Kazama Truly seldom fell into deep thought.

Aizawa Shouta didn't look much different from three years ago, he always lowered his eyes and slightly arched his back, making people feel lazy.Even the disheveled black hair and unshaven appearance are nostalgic slovenliness.

However, when he stood seriously in front of Kazama Mari, and the smell of coffee and gunpowder smoke mixed with him, she realized that he was indeed a mature and attractive man.

She thought she didn't know much about the former head teacher, but that didn't stop her from admitting that he was a reliable person at this moment.

If only he hadn't fired himself in the first place.

Mari Kazama lowered her head and looked at the instant noodles in her hand.

"It's an original taste without character."

However, she still wanted to skin it——

"So, Mr. Aizawa, even if you are on vacation, you still choose to live in the school, right?"

Single?Workaholic?

Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?

Aizawa Shouta's eyes suddenly became terrifying.

"The fourth floor is the room of Mike and the cement department." He turned and walked into 3-1, slamming the door.

A second later, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist beating Kazama Mari.

Almost forgot, Kazama Mari is not an ordinary child at all.

She is probably a Pipi shrimp.

The living room of 3-2 is very spacious. There is a set of gray fabric sofa in the middle of the living room. There is a soft gray carpet in front of the sofa. Opposite is a long black TV cabinet. Truth imagines to be ordinary.

She looked around and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was connected to the small dining room next to it. The countertops were clean and there were no other utensils except the coffee machine.

Of course there will be no hot water.

How to eat instant noodles?

Kazama really thought about it, opened the instant noodles, put in the seasoning, took a bowl of cold water, and then went to the restaurant to sit down.

Mari Kazama put the instant noodles on the table, sat upright, and locked the instant noodles firmly with her eyes.

Under her gaze, the oily water trembled for a moment, and then a wisp of white mist floated slowly.

Mari Kazama stirred the hot instant noodles with a fork.

"Perfect!"

"Personality" is so convenient, she thought.

Her personality is "ideas", as long as she can think of things, it may become true.

For Kazama Mari, the firmer the fact, the greater the success rate. Therefore, this seemingly invincible personality actually requires a very focused state and consumes a lot of energy.

The reason why she became so depressed today is also because of the overuse of her personality.

Mari Kazama hastily finished eating the instant noodles, and went to the room closest to the living room to lie down.

Might have to sleep until tomorrow morning.

Before coming to Xiongying, what did Hawkes say...

forget.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness gradually sinking into darkness.

Kazama Mari was woken up by the phone ringing.

"Who?" Kazama Mari resisted the drowsiness and took out the phone from his pocket.

"Express, please open the door." The person on the other end of the phone said.

The sound is somewhat familiar.

Kazama Mari didn't think about it, reluctantly got up from the bed, and then wobbled to the door.

By the way, I glanced at my phone before falling asleep for less than an hour.

Express delivery seems to be unable to enter Xiongying...

Kazama Zhenri opened the door, and a gust of wind hit her. She stretched out her hand subconsciously, and her hand was immediately clasped and cut behind her back, and she fell into a cool embrace.

A pair of wings that looked very gentle spread out, encircling Kazama Mari, the visitor's chin rubbed against Kazama Mari's cheek, the beard on her chin made her feel a little itchy, and she couldn't help but tilt her head.

"Being dazed during battle is not a good habit," he said.

"It's not someone else," Kazama Mari replied in a daze with her eyes closed, "I've already guessed it."

She rested her head on his shoulder.

Surrounded by such a pair of thick and soft wings in a small space, it really feels very safe.

Moreover, Hawks... Today's clothes are also plush.

Hawks would not be so stupid as to ask "What if I guess wrong", he was quiet for a while, thinking that Kazama Mari had something to ask, but he didn't expect that there was still no movement after waiting for a long time.Turning her head again, it turned out that she had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

"I've prepared a very handsome appearance." Hawkes took off his gloves and poked her cheek, "I can fall asleep standing up, it's too perfunctory for me."

Even so, he still gently hugged Kazama Mari horizontally.

She didn't wake up until she was put on the bed.

"I haven't thanked you for your help yet." Standing by the bed, Hawkes stretched out his hand and gently pinched her face, "I also brought your favorite Strawberry Daifuku, I didn't expect to even say a word, It seems that what happened in the morning made things difficult for you."

Mari Kazama was indeed asleep and did not respond to his words.

Hawkes didn't take it seriously, and said to himself: "How about we go on a date this weekend? Since last week, I have been ready to make time for that day."

"I heard from people in the office that there was a mountain god festival in Kumamoto Prefecture that day. There were so many people and it was very lively. There was also a rare bonfire meeting at night. I really want to go see it with you."

Kazama Mari seemed to be disturbed by him, and frowned slightly.

Hawkes gently stroked her eyebrows with his hand, his eyes were focused, his fingers lingered on her face, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You think so too." He said softly, "Since you don't object, I'll take it as your consent."

He bent down and placed a soft kiss on the forehead of Kazama Truth.

"Take a good rest, and I will contact you later."

After speaking, Hawks walked to the window, opened the window, jumped onto the windowsill skillfully, and spread his wings.

After a moment, he backed off.

Thinking with his chin propped in a very detective pose.

"I'm going to catch a cold."

Feeling the cool wind blowing in front of his face, he turned his head to look at Kazama Truly who was sleeping soundly.

"It's better to go out." He said and closed the window, "It's been a long time since I went out in a normal way, and I don't miss it at all."

When he was about to reach the door, Hawks stopped again and glanced back at Mari Kazama.

"Damn it... I didn't say anything." He was unwilling.

Taking out the pen that he often used for autographs and the note pad with his Q-version avatar printed on it from his pocket, Hawkes whispered: "You must not just leave like this."

He scribbled down the matter of the mountain god festival on the paper, and quickly filled a sticky note.

Then write the second one.

third.

The fourth...

Hawkes, who wrote a lot of nonsense, pasted sticky notes all over Kazama Mari's bedside table.

"You must go that day," Hawkes said.

Not only have I prepared a handsome appearance, Hawkes thought secretly, but also a very romantic confession.

And Kazama Mari, who was sleeping, didn't know anything about it.

The author has something to say:

One:

When Hawks left, he met Aizawa Shota who was about to go out.

Hawks provoked a handsome smile.

Aizawa Shouta:? (Hawkes? It looks similar to the news...maybe a little narcissistic? ← from Sansan who doesn't know why)

Hawkes: (*￣︶￣) y (The person who lives next to the truth seems to be completely uncompetitive, so be sure)

two:

The next day, Mari Kazama tore off all the sticky notes and threw them into the trash can.

"It's too long to watch," she said.

【Actually not】