After the Beiyuan Nanfeng said hello.

Kaori Iwai did not respond to him, but turned around and trotted away.

Kitahara Nanfeng watched her leave, then turned to look at Watanabe Teacher and asked curiously: "Why is she blushing?"

Teacher Watanabe leaned on the back of the chair, with an expression of a person who had experienced it, and said with some amusement: "Sorry, a girl with her personality cares about others and is cautious about being known to others. But now you, the master, are here. When she thinks about the news that I came to ask you several times a day yesterday, she is ashamed from her heart."

"Wow..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded, a little surprised.

"Don't change the subject."

Teacher Watanabe suddenly came to his senses: "Where did you come from just now... By the way, how did you know that Yui Miyata would not drop out of school?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought about it and told him truthfully: "Her father has passed away."

Teacher Watanabe subconsciously said, "...you did it?"

“…?”

Kitahara Nanfeng's mouth twitched, changing the topic: "Teacher Watanabe, what kind of existence do I exist in your eyes?"

Teacher Watanabe was stunned and regretted her voice just now. She smiled embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, subconsciously."

You can guess it subconsciously.

You are a devil.

Beiyuan Nanfeng wanted to complain, but couldn't say it.

Because it was indeed him who killed it.

Kitahara Nanfeng was thinking about herself, but there was another saying in his mouth: "Her father died of illness. He had some conflicts with Yui Miyata during his lifetime. Everything disappeared after death."

"……Understood."

Teacher Watanabe was silent for a while, then asked, "Who did you beat me up in the auditorium?"

"Her father's subordinates wanted to force Yui Miyata back, but I just guitar in impulse... I apologized, and the other party had already forgiven me, well, forgive me."

Teacher Watanabe said helplessly with the feeling of being disappointed: "...Why are you still so impulsive?"

"Feel sorry."

"So you went to Miyata Yui's house yesterday?"

"Um."

“…had you saved her?”

"ah?"

"Don't there be such scenes in the comics?"

Teacher Watanabe looked at Kitahara Nanfeng with a smile: "Another high school student was angry and then saved the rich lady, isn't that the situation?"

"I've read too many comics, teacher."

Kitahara Nanfeng glanced at the professional dress, and was folding a pair of **she, with a dignified temperament, and teased: "There are also scenes in the comics where the teacher secretly falls in love with students, why don't you say it?"

“…I’m talking about serious comics!”

Teacher Watanabe's face turned slightly red, and she immediately rolled up the paper on the table and greeted Kitahara Nanfeng.

The north and south wind cannot fight back.

All the fists can bear it.

Not to mention this painless paper.

Of course, he didn't feel over the mouth.

"What, are there any unreasonable comics?"

“…”

Teacher Watanabe's hand waving the paper stick even harder.

In Japan.

wrong.

Or anywhere.

Teacher-student love is a minefield.

"Okay, Mr. Watanabe, just a joke."

Kitahara Nanfeng cleaned his hair and smiled, "As for saving something, it's still far from it, so I have something to ask you."

"What?"

Teacher Watanabe stopped his movements.

...

The day's course is over.

Although Miyata Yui said she would see you tomorrow.

But she didn't come here today, but it was normal. Her father passed away, and her daughter, who had to be present for the aftermath, was no matter what she had before her death.

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't find it strange either.

I watched the classmates go home and join the club.

Beiyuan Nanfeng carried his bag and stood up, preparing to go to the Qingyin Department to take a look.

But the phone rang.

Masato Fujiki called it.

"Hey? What's the matter?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng asked casually as he walked outside.

"Kehara...Deputy Director, I want to report to you about the aftermath of the Miyata family."

"I said I quit, right?"

Masato Fujiki was silent for a moment and asked, "Will I still report?"

"...Forget it, just tell me."

Beiyuan Nanfeng paused and did not refuse.

Masato Fujiki thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng kept walking, and he only listened and said nothing throughout the whole process.

When he came to the Qingyin department.

Fujiki Masato's report was also at the end, and he reported the final death toll.

Hear the last death figure.

Nanfeng Beiyuan stood at the door of Qingyin Department’s classroom, was silent for a while, and replied: “I understand.”

Then he hung up the phone.

He took the cell phone in his ear, lowered his arms to his side, gently patted the outside of his thighs, and did not rush to go in.

He frowned slightly, a little dazed.

This made him stand at the door for a long time.

until.

Crash.

The door of Qingyin Department classroom was opened.

Kaori Iwai stood on the other side of the door, looked at Kitahara Nanfeng, pushed the glasses on his small nose, and whispered: "If you don't plan to come in, please don't stand outside. Make a sound but only stand outside, which is easy to misunderstand."

The north Yuan Nanfeng came back to his senses.

Kaori Iwai seems to have forgotten what happened in the morning.

Compared with the past, she has no change. She wore a suitable summer school uniform and strictly implemented the school rules that the length of the skirt must be 15 cm above the knee. She did not "roll the skirt" with the crowd and forced the short skirt to be changed into a miniskirt.

But whether there is a rolled skirt or not.

The pair of pantyhose wrapped in pantyhose under his skirt reveals a beautiful and symmetrical legs that show their soft curves.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the literary girl in front of him, and smiled and apologized: "Sorry."

Kaori Iwai asked, holding the sliding door, "Has the matter been resolved?"

"It's solved, Yui Miyata has contacted you?"

"Um."

Kaori Iwai nodded, then hesitated for a moment, and asked with a little curiosity, "...so, what exactly happened?"
To be continued...