My fiancée's girlfriends all have special skills

Chapter 214 Shushu’s love affair is very secretive, but wonderful!

"Chihaya Gakuen Station, here we are~"

The car doors slid open to both sides, and Qingyou let go of Shimamura Hitomi's hand. She still followed behind Qingyou, but this time her following was more firm and full of light-hearted emotions.

She almost fainted with happiness.

There are too many and too confusing thoughts in my mind and I can't sort them out at all. Fortunately, Hitomi Shimamura's class is scheduled at around nine o'clock today.

When she arrived at the office, Hitomi Shimamura found that she was not so happy that she was about to faint, but she was really a little dizzy.

After being helped to sit down by my colleague Miho Haneda, I realized that the situation was so rushed that I had forgotten to have breakfast.

"Even if you want to lose weight, you can't skip breakfast..." Miho Haneda gave advice from a veteran, "Girls will age quickly if they skip breakfast."

"Teacher Shimamura is not afraid of this, right? After all, he is young. On the other hand..."

"You're going to die! Stop talking so much."

The teachers were laughing and bickering with each other in this cheerful atmosphere. Qingyou was flipping through the lesson plans and strange books as usual, and slowly drinking a glass of freshly made iced American coffee.

Those who can savor iced Americano are truly divine.

It is actually quite simple to make iced American coffee with a semi-automatic coffee machine. If you pair it with a portable ice maker, it becomes a completely fool-proof process. Even if it takes some time to rescue Xiaotong, it is not too late to make coffee.

Iced Americano can reduce edema and stabilize emotions, but it actually increases the heart rate, which means it calms people down while speeding up metabolism, like the state of sharp hearing and vision in high-speed cultivation in fantasy novels.

Xiaotong took the initiative to hold his hand.

This made Qingyou overjoyed. The most wonderful thing in the world is that the person you like also happens to like you. It is also the supreme and wonderful model in literary and artistic works related to love.

What followed was a little uneasiness, because the facts that had already happened overturned Qingyou's long-standing understanding of Shimamura Hitomi.

Just think about it, Xiaotong, who abides by the rules and is loyal to the eldest lady, actually secretly has extra thoughts about the person she is monitoring. Such a contrast is shocking even Qingyou, who has seen countless people.

Contrast.

The result of human nature having a dark side.

Even if you look at yourself from the opposite perspective, Qingyou still has contrasts. He is a well-known ascetic handsome man, but no one knows what kind of person he was in his previous life.

Hitomi Shimamura finished her breakfast salad and when she was throwing away the garbage, her eyes swept across Qingyou's desk like a fleeting light. She found that Qingyou just looked up at her. Their eyes met for a moment, like fiber-optic level transmission, and a lot of information was exchanged in an instant. She saw a joyful smile on Qingyou's lips, an expression of true feelings like that of a child, an expression Hitomi Shimamura had never seen on Qingyou's face before.

very nice.

Both parties felt that they had explored the dark side deep in each other's hearts, and had a sense of establishing a transcendent connection in the boring world.

However, Hitomi Shimamura decided to keep the nature of the dream secret for the time being, so that she could continue to listen to her senior's inner thoughts. Besides, if her senior insisted that the dream was just a dream, his attitude towards her in the dream would continue to be insolent.

I like the unrestrained look of my senior.

This is somewhat selfish, as if I am taking advantage of some information gap. Perhaps it is because Hitomi Shimamura rarely takes advantage of others. Wuwu, forgive me, senior. I have no ill intentions, meow. I just like to know your little secrets. All your little secrets, whether sad or happy, are all fine. Please tell me~
When the plastic packaging of food was thrown into the trash can, there was a crisp but not harsh sound. Hitomi Shimamura's body trembled immediately, and happiness spread from her toes to the top of her head. It was a pure spiritual awakening, as if she was about to float up.

Is this what love feels like?

It is indeed light and fluffy.

I tried hard to calm down, and finally between classes I managed to pull that floating mood back down to earth like a balloon.

"Today's lecture is about the law of electromagnetic induction~" To be honest, physics classes are quite boring. This is a kind of abstract ability about the objective world, and most of the Generation Z who grew up in the era of self-media lack intuitive contact with the objective world. Simply put, it is not abstract enough.

Hitomi Shimamura has a good temper, which is her most important advantage as a teacher. She will patiently repeat the difficult parts.

The get out of class was about to end and the scheduled content had been almost covered. Shimamura Hitomi asked the students to study on their own for a while. She would never stay after class. When she was a student, she hated staying after class the most. Now as a teacher, she puts herself in the students' shoes and always finishes class on time.

I remember a colleague teased her, saying that Xiaotong was so stupid and always thought about things from other people's perspectives, which would cause her harm over time.

Hitomi Shimamura also knew it, but she was soft-hearted.

"Teacher Shimamura, has anything good happened recently?" The girl in the front row asked in a low voice with a gossipy look on her face.

"Eh...why do you say that?"

"Because the teacher has become more and more beautiful recently, and she seems to be in a good mood. Could it be that... she has a boyfriend?"

The girls next to them also started to make noises.

High school students, no matter their background, are creatures that love to stir up trouble.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend or anything like that... I'm just thinking about teaching you well right now, I don't want to think about that kind of thing."

Hitomi Shimamura evaded the question in a somewhat incoherent manner.

When the get out of class was over and everyone's excitement had died down, I returned to the office with the lesson plan, feeling actually quite happy.

Speaking of which, when she was a student, Hitomi Shimamura didn't like being booed or following everyone in the booing. She didn't like it at all, and always felt that it was a bit like bullying. But this time, she experienced "sweet booing", it was such a dreamy feeling.

"Is the schoolgirl finished class?"

"Yeah, get out of class is over. Where are we going for lunch?"

"Let's go to the cafeteria. I feel like you didn't eat much this morning. You must replenish your energy at lunch. If you want to maintain a good figure, your basal metabolism cannot be too low. In other words..."

Qingyou talked about some health-preserving tips, stretched, and walked out with his long legs, while Shimamura Hitomi followed behind him in quick steps.

Miho Haneda stared at the two of them and blinked, then suddenly slammed the table: "Do you think they have a good CP feeling?"

"Hehe." Another teacher rolled his eyes, "Knocking on everything will only hurt you, Mr. Haneda."

"Hey."

The cafeteria has a special teachers' cafeteria on the first floor. Qingyou took Shimamura Hitomi to take a detour. When they passed a quiet and deserted corner of the stairwell, Qingyou looked down and saw Shimamura Hitomi extending her hand at the right time, as if she was not sure whether Qingyou meant that and looked a little timid.

Qingyou held it firmly, walked around the corner and let go.

The cooperation is very tacit.

The same coordination continued in the next two empty corners.

When they left the teaching building and stepped onto the corridor leading to the cafeteria, Hitomi Shimamura suddenly let out a silly chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?"

“No, no.”

(End of this chapter)