My dear wife, I still love you more.

"Work, now it's time to get to work. Hurry up and go." With that, the knife in Hasegawa Kenichi's hand was snatched away, and he was pushed out of the kitchen.

Once he came out, Kenichi Hasegawa knew who had been looking for him.

Hiratsuka Shizuka sat there again, with several bottles of wine in front of her, though she must have just arrived and hadn't had time to open them yet.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, what brings you here again?" Hasegawa Kenichi asked somewhat helplessly as he sat opposite Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"Ha, this is your home, so why can't I come here to drink?" Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed to have swallowed gunpowder, her words a bit sharp.

"Of course, of course. You're a guest, you can do whatever you want. But I still have to work, so call me out—"

"You're my guest, so I can do whatever I want with you. So calling you out is also my request. So sit here quietly." Hiratsuka Shizuka snorted coldly, then with a flick of her wrist, the bottle cap popped off. Even among men, very few could do that so cleanly and efficiently.

"You're the guest, so you can make the decisions," Hasegawa Kenichi said with a hint of helplessness. "However, Professor Hiratsuka, it's best not to drink if you can avoid it. After all, you're a woman, and it's not good to get drunk. It would be terrible if someone took advantage of you while you were drunk."

"Pah! You stripped me naked. And you didn't do a single thing, yet you say I'd be picked up by a drunkard?" Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't hold back any longer when she heard Hasegawa Kenichi's words.

If it were someone else saying that, Shizuka Hiratsuka would think it was well-intentioned, but when it came to Kenichi Hasegawa, Shizuka Hiratsuka felt that he was mocking her.

He directly gave Hasegawa Kenichi his middle finger.

Chapter 53 Hiratsuka Shizuka: I smoke, drink, and fight, but I'm a good woman.

"Mr. Hiratsuka, it's not nice to give a student the middle finger," Kenichi Hasegawa said with a wry smile.

"Pah, I'm the customer now, you're the waiter."

"I'm not a waiter, I'm a kitchen helper, but you forced me to say that," Hasegawa Kenichi corrected.

"Hmph, I'm the guest, so I'm the boss. Tell me, why didn't you go to school today?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked Hasegawa Kenichi in a teacher's interrogation tone. She clearly denied being a teacher, yet she spoke with that teacherly air.

"Well, something came up today, so I had to take the day off."

"Don't make excuses like that. What's really going on? Are you afraid to face me? Let me tell you, I'm your teacher, and you're your student, that's all. Nothing happened between us, so don't feel guilty. You still have to go to school when it's time to go. After all, you're a student, and studying is the most important thing." In some ways, Hiratsuka Shizuka was quite qualified as a teacher.

"No, Hiratsuka-sensei, something really happened, it's not because of you," Hasegawa Kenichi explained.

"Huh?" Hiratsuka Shizuka felt uncomfortable hearing Hasegawa Kenichi say that. Because of Hasegawa Kenichi, her head had been in a mess all day, and she had made several mistakes in class. And Hasegawa Kenichi didn't seem to care about her at all.

Well, I have to say, that's just how women are. She was the one who didn't want Hasegawa Kenichi to overthink things because of her, but when he stopped overthinking because of her, she got upset instead.

"So don't worry, Ms. Hiratsuka, I haven't taken what happened before to heart at all. I'll be going to school tomorrow." Hasegawa Kenichi found Ms. Hiratsuka to be a rather complicated teacher, and was somewhat touched that she had gone to the trouble of finding him for this matter, so he reiterated his statement.

However, Hasegawa Kenichi's words only made Hiratsuka Shizuka even angrier.

"What do you mean 'I'm at ease'? I'm just asking you, why didn't you go to class today?" Hiratsuka Shizuka glared at Hasegawa Kenichi.

"Um, this matter is a bit... difficult to explain." Hasegawa Kenichi said, somewhat embarrassed.

"What's so hard to say? Tell me." Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed her hand on the table, making the bottles bounce. Hasegawa Kenichi quickly grabbed them to prevent them from falling over.

"Ms. Hiratsuka, sigh, I'm telling you, please don't spread this around. After all, this involves someone's privacy." Hasegawa Kenichi thought for a moment, but decided to speak up anyway. After all, it concerned Yui Yuigahama. Because of her family situation, Yui Yuigahama had become very cautious at school. Hiratsuka Shizuka was, after all, Yui Yuigahama's teacher. Knowing the situation, being able to treat Yui Yuigahama a little differently should make things a little better for her.

"Oh? Tell me about it?" Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Hasegawa Kenichi with a bit of curiosity.

"I really don't want to talk about it. After all, it's someone else's business. If I tell other people, I'll just feel like a gossip." Hasegawa Kenichi couldn't help but scratch his head again.

"Kid, I'm really curious now, you'd better tell me."

"Actually, this matter is related to Yui Yuigahama, so it's not easy for me to tell outsiders." Kenichi Hasegawa gave a wry smile.

“Yui Yuigahama? That girl who seems so timid? To be honest, I was planning to visit her home this weekend, since she seems a bit different from the others. I need to find out more about her.” Hiratsuka Shizuka said to Hasegawa Kenichi after frowning slightly.

"A home visit? In that case, I'll tell you about it. Actually, it's like this..." Hasegawa Kenichi recounted what happened at Mrs. Yuihama's house, removing his own involvement and focusing solely on the facts.

Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned, her expression turning somewhat unpleasant. "So that's how it is? As expected, all men are scum." Hiratsuka Shizuka said, glancing at Hasegawa Kenichi.

"Hey, don't generalize and condemn everyone." Kenichi Hasegawa said with a wry smile.

"Hmph. Since something like this has happened at Yui Yuigahama's house, then I'll take care of it." Hiratsuka Shizuka patted her chest, making a bold promise.

"Huh? Hiratsuka-sensei, what did you say? You're in charge?" Hasegawa Kenichi was taken aback.

“That’s right, it’s just a small matter, nothing more than the Black Dragon Group. It’s no big deal.” Hiratsuka Shizuka said, grabbing the bottle next to her, gulping down two mouthfuls before putting it on the table. Her face scrunched up from the strong liquor: “Awesome!”

“Mr. Hiratsuka, this is baijiu, not beer.” Hasegawa Ken’s eye twitched twice.

"I know, I know. Seriously. But speaking of which, Hasegawa, you're just Yui Yuigahama's neighbor, right? Why are you so concerned about this kind of thing? Although the Black Dragon Group is nothing to me, it's a terrifying organization to you. Why are you getting involved?" Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Hasegawa Kenichi with interest: "You know, once you get even a little bit involved in this kind of thing, you might never be able to shake it off for the rest of your life. Don't tell me you haven't considered this possibility? I know you're much more mature than your peers; you should have thought about this."

"Huh?" Hasegawa Kenichi was taken aback, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Looking back now, it seems that's indeed the case. While Mrs. Yuihama was his neighbor, she was just his neighbor. Perhaps Mrs. Yuihama was pitiful, but there are many pitiful people in the world. Why would he provoke the underworld for that? It doesn't make sense. With his current physique, provoking the Black Dragon Group would be a death sentence—no, not a death sentence. After all, he still had the system; the system was his source of confidence.

Kenichi Hasegawa felt like he had found the answer.

"I know, Hasegawa, it's all for Yui Yuigahama, isn't it? Haha, I saw it coming right away. I didn't expect you to be such a lovesick fool, going to such lengths for a woman—damn it! Why, why? Why can't I meet a man like that? Even though I smoke, drink, and fight, I'm still a good woman. Why isn't there a good man willing to do anything for me? Bastard!" Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly changed her expression, growling in a low voice, her eyes filled with undisguised envy: "Couples deserve to die. They deserve to be burned alive. Bastard!"

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Considering how stupid this guy is, whether you watch it or not, give him a click anyway. "Miss Wang Hassan Unleashes Her Unparalleled Fury!"

Chapter 54 The Despair of Hiratsuka Shizuka

Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka like this, Hasegawa Kenichi couldn't help but shrink back; the resentment of an older single woman was a bit too strong.

"Mr. Hiratsuka, please don't misunderstand. I have no feelings for Yuihama-san," Kenichi Hasegawa declared, shaking his head.

"Tch." Hiratsuka Shizuka curled her lip, not believing Hasegawa Kenichi's statement at all. If Hasegawa Kenichi didn't have any feelings for Yui Yuigahama, why would he help Yui Yuigahama's family so much? That's the Yakuza, that's ten million yen. If Hasegawa Kenichi didn't have feelings for Yui Yuigahama, would he have feelings for Mrs. Yuigahama?

She, Hiratsuka Shizuka, saw through this vile lie at a glance.

"Well, regardless of what Hiratsuka-sensei thinks, I really didn't have any particular thoughts about talking back to Yuihama-san." Regardless of whether Hiratsuka Shizuki believed him or not, Hasegawa Kenichi reiterated his statement.

"Heh—" Just as Hiratsuka Shizuka was about to mock Hasegawa Kenichi, her phone suddenly rang. This made Hiratsuka Shizuka frown slightly, then she took out her phone. However, when she saw the caller ID, her expression changed, and without thinking, she hung up the phone immediately.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, is someone looking for you? It's not good to hang up at this time, is it?" Hasegawa Kenichi asked with concern when he saw Hiratsuka Shizuka's actions.

"Is it any of your business? I know what I'm doing," Hiratsuka Shizuka said irritably, then grabbed the bottle and gulped down two more mouthfuls.

Kenichi Hasegawa shrugged indifferently. He was just saying a few words out of concern, and since Shizuka Hiratsuka wouldn't listen, he let it go.

But just then, Hiratsuka Shizuka's phone rang again. She frowned, took out her phone again, saw it was the same caller, gritted her teeth, and hung up. But no sooner had she hung up than the phone rang again.

Several times in a row, Hiratsuka Shizuka was about to explode.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, are you really okay? I've made so many calls already."

"Ugh! This is so annoying! Hello?" Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her head in annoyance, but finally answered the phone.

"Xiaojing, why aren't you answering my calls?"

"Um, well, well, I have some things to take care of, so—"

"Hehe, Xiaojing, I'm your mother. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"Uh, this, this—" A bead of cold sweat appeared on Hiratsuka Shizuka's forehead.

"And have you forgotten something? I don't care what's going on over there, everything's ready at home. You'd better come back right now, and bring your boyfriend with you. If you dare not come, hmph." Hiratsuka Shizuka's mother's voice was a little cold, making Hiratsuka Shizuka shiver involuntarily.

"Mom, I... please listen to me—"

"It's 6:45 now. If you're not back by 7:00, you're dead!" After a stern warning, the call was abruptly ended.

"Mom, Mom, listen to me, Mom—" Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at her phone, her face ashen, filled with a despair as if the world were about to end. She let the phone slip from her hand and fall to the ground. Fortunately, the phone was of decent quality and didn't disintegrate from the fall.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, are you alright?" Hasegawa Kenichi asked with concern, seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka's condition. Frankly, Hasegawa Kenichi had never seen Hiratsuka Shizuka like this before. But in truth, this appearance of Hiratsuka Shizuka gave her a more delicate, feminine charm.

"Heh, I'm dead. Hasegawa, this time, I'm dead." Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes were glazed over, her neck turning slowly as if it were a rusty part. Her expression was ashen, and she stared blankly at Hasegawa Kenichi. She forced a smile and said to Hasegawa Kenichi.

"Uh—" Hasegawa Kenichi felt a little uneasy. Hiratsuka Shizuka's appearance was a bit scary. "Well, Hiratsuka-sensei, you have to understand your mother. After all, she just wanted you to have someone to rely on." Hasegawa Kenichi comforted her.

"You think I don't want to look? It's just that I can't find one at all! I can't find one! Those men, one by one, they're like mice before a cat when they see me. What can I do? I'm doomed, I'm really doomed this time. If I can't bring a man home, my mom will definitely kill me, she'll definitely kill me." As she said this, Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but shudder again.

Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka like this, Hasegawa Kenichi couldn't help but swallow hard. If even a fierce woman like Hiratsuka Shizuka was this frightened, what must her mother be like? Horrible, terrifying, just thinking about it was terrifying.

"Well, how about you find a fake boyfriend to take home, Ms. Hiratsuka? It won't solve the fundamental problem, but at least it'll get you through this difficult time," Hasegawa Kenichi kindly suggested. After all, in his previous life, every New Year's, some men and women would temporarily rent a boyfriend or girlfriend to take home to appease their families. However, it seems this doesn't happen in Japan, or rather, this industry hasn't yet taken off.

"Find a fake boyfriend?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes widened in shock. Then, after a thoughtful moment, her expression gradually turned to delight.

"Hasegawa, not bad, you're really good. You actually came up with such a great idea. As expected of a top student, you're so smart." Hiratsuka Shizuka said happily, patting Hasegawa Kenichi on the shoulder.

"I'm glad I could help Ms. Hiratsuka," Hasegawa Kenichi smiled. After all, Hiratsuka Shizuka had promised Hasegawa Kenichi to help resolve Mrs. Yuihama's family's matter. Although he didn't know how Hiratsuka Shizuka planned to resolve it, her confident demeanor suggested that she should be able to handle it. So it was perfectly normal for him to simply use his brain to help Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"A fake boyfriend, that's great! Okay, now I'll find a man to pretend to be my boyfriend." Hiratsuka Shizuka said, standing up and walking out.

Kenichi Hasegawa smiled when he saw this, and then turned to go back to the kitchen to continue working.

But less than two minutes later, Hasegawa Kenichi was dragged out of the kitchen by Hiratsuka Shizuka again.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, what's wrong?" Hasegawa Kenichi looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had a mournful face, with a blank expression.

"I... I just realized... I don't have a suitable male friend, and there's not enough time to find one right now. So, Hasegawa, please help me." Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Hasegawa Kenichi with hope.

"Um, I'm sorry, Hiratsuka-sensei, I don't know any other men. Even if I did, they're all high school students, and there aren't any suitable candidates," Hasegawa Kenichi said apologetically, frowning slightly.

No, I meant you.

"Me? What happened to me?" Hasegawa Kenichi was still a little confused.

Bedtime reading: The Haunted Town

This is a town that worships strange gods, a town haunted by evil spirits, where no one will believe you.

Beaten to death, hacked to death, strangled to death, drowned, poisoned to death, driven insane to death. The most terrifying thing is when humanity is dead.

"Rather than asking who the murderer is, it's more accurate to ask who created the murderer. Sometimes, people are more terrifying than ghosts."

"The human heart is more terrifying than ghosts and gods."

Chapter 55 Why are you so skilled?

"I mean, you, be my boyfriend."

"Huh?" Hasegawa Kenichi stared wide-eyed at Hiratsuka Shizuka in astonishment.

"I meant a fake boyfriend. Just to appease my parents, isn't that your idea? Why are you doing this?"

“Um, Hiratsuka-sensei, I’m only sixteen, I’m only sixteen. Do you think this is appropriate? After all, we look so different, and you’re almost thirty now—” Hasegawa Kenichi couldn’t help but say.

"Whoosh—" The fist stopped right in front of Hasegawa Kenichi's eyes: "What are you saying?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's tone was a little sinister.