After slowing down, Yu Fei remembered that she came to find a topic with questions, so she quickly opened the history book, hoping to find a question from it.

There is not even a question mark in history books, so it is not easy to find a serious problem. After reading half of the book, Yu Fei found a question that she could ask.

"I want to ask this..."

"Is Takasugihara here?"

Suddenly, a boy interrupted Yu Fei's question from outside the classroom door. The two looked up and saw a boy from another class standing in front of the class door, looking around in the class, looking for Takasugihara.

"I'm here." Takasugihara raised his hand to signal.

"Teacher Nozawa Kazu told you to go to the exchange student classroom now." The boy passed the message.

"Teacher Nozawa Katsu?"

"Yes, he is waiting for you in the communication student classroom on the fifth floor of the teacher building." The boy said so.

“Fifth floor…”

Takasugihara's heart suffocated and she said, "Can you not go?"

Nozawa-bukuro would be fine to ask himself to go to such a place, and he wouldn't be in the mood to run the stairs again.

"Mr. Nozawa Kazu said he had expected you to have this kind of reaction. He asked me to tell you that if you don't go, the simulation questions of N1 will be gone."

The boy passed the message very well, and he actually imitated a black-bellied tone.

"I'll go there now."

Takasugihara stood up, a murderous aura emerged from her eyes, and walked out of the classroom.

Yu Fei was the only one left in the classroom. Yu Fei sighed quietly, and after packing up her things, she left the classroom.

The classroom was completely quiet, the tall canopy outside the window rustled with leaves, the classroom pulled by the curtains was a little dark, books were stacked on the desk, curtains were blown, and the pages were blown away by the wind blowing in the window.

Takasugihara was walking on the school road, and the mottled sunlight hit his long-lasting face. Along the way, he was wondering what Nozawa Kazuhiro asked him to go to such a place?

Nozawa Kazu is a foreign teacher at Fujiharu High School and the only person he has been in touch every week since he entered the second year of high school.

The foreign teacher is a special teacher at Fujiharu High School to improve students' foreign language skills. A total of five people were hired, one of which is Nozawa Kazu from Yokohama, Japan.

Of the five foreign teachers, four were recruited from the talent market according to the normal bidding process, while Nozawa Kazu's arrival was purely an accident.

Two years ago, Fujikura High School needed to seek funds for the investment company's "school international diversified chemical funds", a foreign teacher in other languages ​​except English needed to meet the "diversification" conditions.

So, the twenty-five-year-old Katsushi Nozawa came with his Tokyo University diploma.

But because the current college entrance examination still uses English as a foreign language subject, no students in the school are willing to learn Japanese, time does not allow it, and there is no such willingness.

Nozawa is buried in Japanese class and beats the black flies step by step.

The school is not able to let Nozawa Kazu help students practice speaking English. If a Japanese teaches Chinese English, isn’t it intentionally that the Chinese English speaking language that has been laid out for nine years of compulsory education?

That is not called helping to improve, it is called committing evil.

As a result, Nozawa Mai became an idle existence in the school than the doorman's uncle. He neither had to attend classes nor did the school's administrative work every day, and he did nothing on campus all day.

So, in school, a man is always seen fighting basketball with boys in physical education class while other teachers are preparing lessons; when other teachers are tediously preparing lessons, he is soaking wolfberry while chasing Sakimi Ishihara.

With a fixed salary, except for attending special times, he was fishing from work to get off work, and Nozawa lived a more comfortable life than the principal.

Takasugihara and Nozawa Kazumi entered the school at the same time, and the two met in the middle of the first semester of high school.

That day, Takasugihara was walking on the school road and found a tall and thin man holding a bill in the sun.

Takasugihara went to ask, "What are you doing?"

Nozawa Kazuya replied seriously: "I'm showing off my salary."

"Why?"

“Because there is too much water.”

“…”

Nozawa Kazu's movements are very skillful, "I have also posted my diploma, and I have been on it for an afternoon."

This is how the two met.

Takasugihara had just started learning Japanese at that time. Since the two met, he started to learn Japanese by himself and half by Kazuka Nozawa.

It reaches N1 level in half a year.

Walking to the teacher building, Takasugihara looked helplessly at the fifth floor. The modern teacher building was specially designed, with white and red tiles intersecting, exuding a sense of solemnity.

The white tiles on the surface are meticulous, while the red tiles are tacky, and the square building appearance makes him feel a sense of retreat.

If Nozawa Kazusa doesn't say a reason to convince him later, he will be dead.

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On the fifth floor, Takasugihara held the stairs with one hand and inserted his waist with the other, gasping for breath, and walking dimly.

He felt that the eighty-five-year-old grandmother was better than him.

The teacher building is very quiet, after all, it is lunch time, so the teacher also needs to rest.

Takasugihara turned around along the wall, and suddenly something soft hit his chest.

?

Nino Nakano?

Takasugihara's slow-talking god saw that Nakano, who had headphones on his slender neck, had retreated and widened the distance between the two. His hair covered one eye, and his other big, beautiful eyes looked at him nervously.

Takasugihara looked at the big white rabbit who had pulled the uniform widened at Nakano. This was the culprit for hitting his chest.

"Why are you here?"

Takasugihara frowned. Is this person soundless when walking? He didn't hear any footsteps at all.

The conversation with Nino Nakano is naturally in Japanese.

Nakano Nino became nervous for no reason, his lips trembled and opened like two pieces of mint that he was afraid of.

"S, Smith."

The voice is soft.

After saying that, she raised her small leather shoes and lowered her head to pass over Takasugihara, trying to escape.

"Hey, where are you going, haven't I explained it clearly in the cafeteria?"

Takasugihara hurriedly walked forward, looking at the person in front of him who looked like he didn't recognize him, subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch Nino Nakano's white little hand. The little hand was sweating, and the soft and warm temperature immediately reached Takasugihara's cold palm.

His eyes trembled, and Takasugihara immediately pulled his hand back and caught him nervously.

It was not recalling the warmth, but his abnormal body temperature of 10 degrees Celsius.

It must feel like a piece of ice.

In front of him, Nino Nakano was stunned for a moment, then he took it back and turned into a room.

Takasugihara swallowed his saliva with slumber. It seemed that Nakano Nino had not noticed his abnormality.

Suddenly, his eyes trembled, and he recalled the girl he met on the school road this morning who looked like a historical painting: one covered eyes, headphones hanging around his neck, and one-piece black stockings on his slender legs.

This is the dress of the girl he met on the school road.

Isn't that an illusion?
Chapter completed!