Why is the Demon King like this?

"Teacher! My club doesn't need any new members!"

"Okay, I understand, I'll get right away..."

"But because the teacher helped me before, I will give Keisuke Ao a chance. After that, you don't need to worry about it. I will contact him myself."

"……what?"

Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Tsukishima Chizuru was stunned for a moment, and then a little confused appeared on her face—it turned out that Hoshino was a person who respected his teachers.

Unexpectedly, the mission was completed very easily... Wait, what kind of mission is this!

This is how I, as a teacher, set a good example and care for my students!

But at least she no longer had to be caught in the middle between Hoshino and Ao Keisuke. If they failed, she could imagine Ao Keisuke giving her a disgusted look and then feigning regret.

Just thinking about it makes my fists hard.

Tsukishima breathed a sigh of relief, found the students' contact list, and sent a message to Ao Keisuke.

"Thank you, Tsukishima-sensei."

After glancing at the reply, Tsukishima Chizuru stretched.

The office behind me was brightly lit—it was another night of overtime.

That night, Shiraishi Chizuru didn't stay with her to work overtime, saying she wanted to enjoy the nightlife that young women should experience.

Tsukishima rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He leaned against the balcony railing, feeling as if he had the carefree Shiraishi on his right shoulder and the stressed-out Keisuke Ao on his left.

—I really want to go back to drinking and forget about all this troublesome work.

But most likely Shiraishi will be out having a good time again tonight. That damn guy, did he really find another man without us noticing? Or did he go off to have another wild time with Shiraishi's wife?

Otherwise... just go get a drink after get off work.

After seeing that she had finished sending the message, Kumamoto Saburo took the opportunity to slip out of the office and leaned against the railing a short distance away from Tsukishima.

"Have your students given you trouble again, Tsukishima-sensei?"

"No, helping students is a teacher's duty," Tsukishima said politely.

"Haha, school's over now, so you don't need to keep a straight face, Mr. Tsukishima." Saburo Kamamatsu said with a smile, "I feel that young people these days are too quick-witted. If they studied a little harder, they would definitely do better on the test."

I'm a young person too!

Chizuru Tsukishima pursed her lips, showing no interest in chatting with Saburo Kamamatsu, and nodded, preparing to go back to work overtime.

"Tsukishima-sensei! Shall we go for a walk together later? We don't have to drink!" Saburo Kamamatsu tried to persuade her to stay, grabbing her wrist.

Chizuru Tsukishima caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, nimbly withdrew her hand to avoid it, and spoke in a stern voice as if she were giving a lecture: "Mr. Kumamatsu!"

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Pu Songsaburo was startled. After subconsciously apologizing, he felt he had lost face and swallowed back any further words of reconciliation.

Chizuru Tsukishima stormed back to her office, ignoring the senior teacher's scrutiny and the ambiguous glances from her female colleagues. She grabbed a pile of documents and said, "I'm taking a break today. Goodbye, everyone."

"Ah... goodbye, Tsukishima-sensei!"

Once the sound of high heels faded from the stairwell, Saburo Kamamatsu walked in with a wry smile: "Sorry to bother you teachers."

"Oh dear, Professor Pu Song has it tough too!"

"Tsukishima-sensei has a very strong personality."

"That's just how young people are these days!"

Kumamoto Saburo apologized a few more times: "That's all for today, everyone should get some rest."

"Go, Pu Songling!"

"Thanks."

A moment later, two cars, one large and one small, drove out of the gate of Kūkai Private High School. After hesitating for a few seconds, Umamatsu Saburo finally gritted his teeth and secretly followed them.

His eyes held a mixture of resentment and panic as he stared intently at the Flying Car a few dozen meters away, trying to find out what Tsukishima Chizuru was like after leaving school... but that was all.

Yes, that's all.

Kumamatsu Saburo's fair and slender hands gripped the steering wheel, his fingers occasionally moving, his fingernails subtly revealing signs of woodiness.

The light from the dial reflected his expression, making him look somewhat sinister.

……

The girl, who had been observing through surveillance cameras and then hiding behind the parking lot, silently emerged from the shadows of the streetlights, a cold smile mixed with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

What was that shadow on Saburo Kamamatsu's soul?

After hesitating for a moment, she took out her phone, sent a message to Qing Guijie, and then called the driver.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Find an izakaya called 'Liqun'."

Izakaya?

The driver glanced at his young lady a couple more times through the rearview mirror.

"Miss, I may need to report this matter to the master."

"No problem, call a few more people, dress them up, and sneak in."

"yes!"

Outside the car window, glimpses of light and shadow flashed by. Hoshino put on her headphones, opened a playlist, and listened to the vocals and instruments.

"Well then, the first interview is about to begin, Keisuke Ao."

……

"What's wrong?" Chizuru Shiraishi peeked out, trying to catch a glimpse of Keisuke Ao's phone screen.

"Tsukishima-sensei said that Hoshino has relented and will give me a chance to join the company."

"Eh~~~"

Chizuru Shiraishi nodded nonchalantly: "That guy is quite serious about this. By the way, what do you think of this microwave?"

They are currently in a shopping mall. At noon, they started talking about microwave ovens, so they decided to come out together to research what to bring to school.

Chizuru Shiraishi plans to add another rice cooker; freshly steamed rice will taste even better.

When it came time to pay, Keisuke Ao was in charge of the more expensive microwave oven—he originally wanted to pay for it together, but Chizuru Shiraishi insisted on paying for it separately.

It's euphemistically called the reserve of mature women in Tokyo.

To carry their things, they drove Qinggui's German car that night—it was rare for it to start after being parked in the garage for so long.

Chizuru Shiraishi drove slowly along the road, and the car was stable when they arrived at Keisuke Ao, where they meditated for a while.

As he put his things in the trunk and prepared to leave the underground parking lot, Keisuke Ao's phone rang—another message.

"Um?"

He took out his phone and opened it.

"What are you doing? Get in the car!"

"It's so hot in the parking lot!"

Chizuru Shiraishi sat in the driver's seat, turned the air conditioning up to the maximum as soon as she got in the car, and puffed out her cheeks while exhaling.

—She strongly condemns people like Keisuke Ao who leave their car doors open and don't get in during the summer!

"Take a look." Qing Guijie climbed into the car with a normal expression and handed her his phone.

"What?" Shiraishi Chizuru eagerly took it.

"Your caring and loving teacher seems to be in danger. What do you decide to do?"

The signature is a capital P and a small star.

Chizuru Shiraishi exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no, Qinggui-kun, are you talking about Tsukishima?"

"Hmm, probably." Aokiji seemed to be thinking to himself. Could it be that she had been kidnapped by Miss Hoshino?

"Go save her!!!"

He gave her a speechless look: "Why don't you call her first?"

"...Huh?"