My dear wife, I still love you more.

Finally, it was time for the entrance ceremony, and everyone sat in the huge gymnasium. Hasegawa Kenichi glanced around; there were probably close to a thousand students in the school. All the students in the school were sitting there.

The principal, the dean of students, and other school leaders took turns on stage, each delivering a long, rambling speech. It was so tedious that everyone was drowsy, even Hasegawa Kenichi. After all, almost no student would actually pay attention to what these leaders were saying.

Moreover, because he hadn't slept well the night before, Kenichi Hasegawa fell into a state of being neither asleep nor awake under the hypnotic voices of the school leaders.

Just then, a murmur of discussion arose around him, pulling Hasegawa Kenichi out of his reverie.

The school leaders had almost finished speaking, and then the school asked a senior high school student to give a speech on behalf of the graduating class. This senior high school student was clearly very beautiful.

"It's so beautiful."

"Is this my senior? She's amazing!"

"Black stockings, they're black stockings."

"Your eyes are so beautiful."

"I'm so lucky to be a junior to my senior."

Similar comments kept ringing out, and Hasegawa Ken instinctively looked over.

Indeed, she was a very beautiful girl. She had long, straight black hair, which was held back by a white headband. Although she was wearing a school uniform, it couldn't hide her perfect figure at all. Not only was she curvaceous, but her body was also quite voluptuous. Any man with some experience knows that this kind of figure is the most captivating and desirable.

Her wine-red eyes sparkled as if they could speak, and her face was exquisite. To the male students in the school, this senior was absolutely irresistible.

Kenichi Hasegawa glanced at the upperclassman and smiled. While she was undeniably beautiful, he, despite his youthful appearance, was a middle-aged man at heart. And while it's true that some older men are attracted to young, innocent high school girls, Hasegawa personally found women like Mrs. Yuihama far more appealing.

"Cherry blossoms are fluttering..."

Her voice is nice too. And if we're just talking about looks, this upperclassman named Kasumigaoka Utaha is really quite attractive. As for why Hasegawa Kenichi knew her name, it's because he overheard people around him mentioning it.

However, Kenichi Hasegawa didn't seem to care much about it. In fact, if he hadn't been pulled out of his half-asleep state, he would have liked to continue sleeping for a while.

"Honestly, these people." Aki Tomoya frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with the discussion around him.

"What's wrong, Tomoya?" Hasegawa Kenichi couldn't help but ask Aki Tomoya curiously.

"I find it strange. She's just a three-dimensional girl, why are they so excited? Two-dimensional beauties are clearly the best. Now they keep nagging in my ear, it's getting a bit annoying. I can hardly concentrate on my book." Aki Tomoya put down his light novel and said with some dissatisfaction.

"A mere three-dimensional girl?" Hasegawa Kenichi was surprised that Aki Tomoya would say such a thing. However, he seemed to have written about this in his diary, but he hadn't taken it seriously at the time. Now it seemed that this Aki Tomoya really was a huge fan of anime and manga. Moreover, if he didn't change his attitude, he probably wouldn't be able to get a wife.

……

"Hello students, I am your Chinese language teacher and also your homeroom teacher. My name is Hiratsuka Shizuka... Now, please introduce yourselves."

Standing on the podium in the first-grade group F classroom was a woman who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. To be honest, this woman was quite beautiful and had a good figure. However, her outfit looked a bit strange. In addition to her suit jacket and trousers, she was also wearing a white lab coat.

At the same time, although it was their first meeting, from her tone of voice and the way she walked, Hasegawa Kenichi had a vague feeling that she was probably a woman with a bad temper, or that although she looked very beautiful, she didn't seem to have as much femininity as she appeared.

"My name is Hikawa Okazaka, I'm sixteen years old, I like... I dislike... and I hope to make more friends at school..."

"I am Hubu Xiang, and I am..."

"..."

"My name is Yumiko Miura. I like shopping and karaoke..."

"I am Hayato Yamaha..."

"..."

"I am Totsuka Saika. Um, first of all, I should say that I am a boy..." She was petite with a cute face, and no matter how you looked at her, she gave off the feeling of a cute girl. However, no one expected that she was actually a boy. Especially when she said her gender, she lowered her head slightly, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she looked embarrassed, which made her even cuter. At the same time, it also caused a burst of strange noises from the students in the class.

Kenichi Hasegawa looked at Totsuka Saika with a strange expression; she was indeed quite peculiar.

To be honest, since arriving in this world, Hasegawa Kenichi has always felt something was strange. It seems that most people in this world are above average in appearance; both men and women are relatively pretty or handsome, and this is without makeup. It's as if the average person in this world is just this high.

Now, another adorable boy has appeared. Although Hasegawa Kenichi had occasionally seen some handsome boys in his previous life, most of them were made up. If you removed their makeup, they would probably look quite ordinary. But Totsuka Saika is completely natural.

The class introductions continued, and soon it was Hasegawa Kenichi's turn. His introduction was very ordinary and unremarkable; even though he had introduced himself before, probably few people would remember him. However, Hasegawa Kenichi didn't seem to care, or rather, this ordinariness was his intention.

Although I've become a teenager, I always feel that there's an invisible, unseen generation gap between me and my peers in the class.

"My name is Aki Tomoya, and I love anime the most. Anime is the best..."

Aki Tomoya's self-introduction was like a bomb dropped into deep water, splashing everywhere and attracting almost everyone's attention. Most people looked at him with strange eyes, and some even looked at him as if he were trash, with expressions of disgust on their faces.

Kenichi Hasegawa even faintly heard some of the girls saying:

"Shut-ups are disgusting..."

"This is absolutely terrible."

"Never pay attention to this kind of person again, they're disgusting."

……

Hasegawa Kenichi couldn't help but smile wryly. Aki Tomoya had only just entered the school and was already in this state. Moreover, this Aki Tomoya was Hasegawa Kenichi's only friend in this body; he couldn't just distance himself from Aki Tomoya. As for Aki Tomoya, he completely ignored the surrounding discussions and stares, as if he hadn't heard or seen anything at all.

Seeing this, Kenichi Hasegawa couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "As expected of Tomoya Aki."

Chapter Ten: The Iron-Fisted Leftover Woman, Hiratsuka Shizuka

"Goodbye, Kenichi, I'm going to work now. If you want to work with me, or if you're looking for any kind of job, you can tell me, and I can help you find one." As soon as school was over, Aki Tomo rushed out. As a self-reliant otaku, because of his love for anime and manga, he needed to work several jobs every day to earn more money to support his spending on anime and manga. So he absolutely had no time to participate in clubs or anything like that, especially since those clubs weren't his type.

Kenichi Hasegawa had read some anime or read some novels where schools sometimes had game and anime clubs or otaku clubs. But in reality, these kinds of clubs don't really exist in schools. Otaku are almost always looked down upon by most boys and girls, and might even feel ashamed in school. So why would anyone create such a club? If it did, all the members of the club would probably be the object of scorn from the entire school.

After declining Aki Tomoya's offer, Hasegawa Kenichi carried his schoolbag home.

Because he had been earning money through part-time jobs and was no longer investing in anime and manga, Kenichi Hasegawa didn't need to worry about money at all, so he could easily choose not to work for a while. Furthermore, his commitment to writing novels further solidified his decision to temporarily abandon the idea of ​​working.

"Hey, hurry up and hand over the money right now."

"Did you hear me? Hurry up."

"That's all? I said, all of it, all of it. Are you trying to lie to us? It's only the beginning of the semester, how could students like you not have any money?"

Not long after Hasegawa Kenichi walked out of the school, he suddenly heard threatening and intimidating voices not far away, and he couldn't help but frown.

Robbing a student? Or is it bullying within the school? Hasegawa Kenichi has some understanding of school bullying incidents in Japan. In fact, when Hasegawa Kenichi's predecessor was in junior high school, he also suffered some bullying because of his background. It was thanks to Aki Tomoya's help that Hasegawa Kenichi did not fall into inferiority and despair. This is also why he was so happy to be friends with Aki Tomoya.

To be honest, the best option in this kind of situation is to pretend you didn't hear anything, which will reduce trouble. Hasegawa Kenichi hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go out and help, especially since he now had a level 3 kendo skill. Although he couldn't say he could take on ten people by himself, if he used a wooden stick or something as a weapon, he could take on three or four by himself.

But just as Hasegawa Kenichi hesitated, someone rushed over. Looking at that person's figure, Hasegawa Kenichi felt he recognized them.

How could he not look familiar? I've been looking at that white coat all day. Isn't that his homeroom teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka?

Alright, there's no need to hesitate now. Hasegawa Kenichi picked up a stick and rushed over; he couldn't just ignore his homeroom teacher being beaten.

Yes, Hasegawa Kenichi thought his homeroom teacher might get beaten up. Although his first impression was that Hiratsuka Shizuka might have a bad temper, he figured she was ultimately a woman. If it was school bullying, that would be one thing—they were all students, and naturally afraid of their teacher. But what if it was someone from outside the school?

A teacher, a female teacher, and a beautiful one at that, would likely be devoured by thugs, scum, and trash in society, leaving not even a trace behind.

If it were a stranger, Hasegawa Kenichi might hesitate and then choose to ignore it, or he might rush to help. But these are just possibilities, like Schrödinger's cat's choice; before making a real decision, either is possible. But now, Hasegawa Kenichi, holding the stick that could be used as a pretext, has already rushed forward.

However, when Kenichi Hasegawa rushed up, he found that the result was completely different from what he had expected.

Among the various possibilities Hasegawa Kenichi considered, some might have left out of fear of Hiratsuka Shizuka's status; others might have yelled at her for meddling and told her to get lost; still others might have been harassed by those guys, including Hiratsuka Shizuka. But, but alas, he never expected this.

To everyone's surprise, when Hasegawa Kenichi rushed over, the three traffic thugs, stained with red, yellow, and green, were already sprawled on the ground. Even as Hasegawa Kenichi charged in, he saw Hiratsuka Shizuka punch the blond-haired guy in the stomach, sending him flying. Yes, flying.

Although Huang Mao wasn't a particularly heavy fat man, he was still a man, weighing at least 130 or 140 pounds. Yet, he was sent flying by a single punch from Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"Gulp—" Hasegawa Ken subconsciously swallowed. How terrifying—

"Hmm? You look familiar. You're one of my students, right? What's your name? Not bad, though. You still have the courage to rush up at a time like this. Commendable courage, worthy of praise. As expected of my student, Hiratsuka Shizuka." Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Hasegawa Kenichi holding the stick, raised an eyebrow, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, put one in her mouth, tilted her head, and asked Hasegawa Kenichi.

Looking at Hiratsuka Shizuka like this, Hasegawa Kenichi felt an overwhelming urge to retort: ​​"You're a woman, aren't you? You're a woman, aren't you? Fighting, smoking, drinking—don't you? And don't forget your profession! You're a teacher! Is it really okay for you to smoke in front of your students?"

"Oh, I forgot, you're a student, it's not good to smoke in front of you. You still haven't told me, what's your name?" The unlit cigarette was put back in the pack and into his pocket.

"Kenichi Hasegawa, I am Kenichi Hasegawa, Hiratsuka-sensei," Kenichi Hasegawa answered honestly.

"Kenichi Hasegawa, um, I remember now, there is indeed such a name on the class roster. However, because there are too many people in the class, I can only remember a few of the more special and easy-to-remember classmates. I don't remember what the more ordinary classmates look like yet." Shizuka Hiratsuka patted her head.

"...Hiratsuka-sensei, is it really okay for you to say that?"

"Well, just kidding. But I'll remember you this time, that's great. You were brave enough to stand up in this kind of situation. But next time you encounter something like this, the first thing you should do is call the police or seek help. Don't be silly and rush in alone. After all, you're just a student." Hiratsuka Shizuka hadn't forgotten her responsibilities as a teacher.

"...I will." Hasegawa Kenichi sighed inwardly. If he hadn't seen her rush over worried about her, he would never have done this.

“That’s good.” Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded, then turned to look at the three traffic lights—red, yellow, and green—that had risen from the ground. “I’m telling you bastards. Didn’t anyone tell you that the area around Soubu High School is my territory, Hiratsuka Shizuka’s territory? Don’t you know that scum like you are not allowed here? You bastards!!!”

"Ping, Ping, Shizuka Hiratsuka?"

"Iron-fisted spinster Hiratsuka Shizuka?"

Upon hearing the name Hiratsuka Shizuka, the three streetlights—red, yellow, and green—widened their eyes, their pupils contracting sharply, looking terrified as if they had seen a ghost.

Kenichi Hasegawa was equally astonished. Shizuka Hiratsuka was just a teacher, so why would such scum of society react like this after hearing about her? And what kind of weird term is "Iron Fist Leftover Woman"?

"Iron-fisted leftover woman!!! You bastards, die!!!" Hiratsuka Shizuka seemed to have exploded.

Chapter Eleven: Hiratsuka Shizuka's Anger

"What bastards. They actually dared to come to my territory and rob students. They simply don't know what death means. You should know that no thug dares to come near Soubu High School..." With his carefree and domineering manner, Hiratsuka Shizuka was clearly not an ordinary person.

Kenichi Hasegawa looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was reaching for a cigarette again, with a strange expression. Even in his previous life, Kenichi Hasegawa had never seen a woman like her.

Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was about to take out a cigarette, suddenly saw Hasegawa Kenichi, rolled her eyes, and had to put the cigarette away again. So, although she was a little strange, she was still very responsible in her role as a teacher.

"Kenichi Hasegawa, about what happened today—never mind, the whole school knows what kind of person I am anyway. Even if you new students don't know yet, it won't be long. Hurry up and go home, be careful on the way. As for me, I'm going to visit Yui Yuigahama and Hachiman Hikigaya's homes. Seriously, missing the first day of school." Shizuka Hiratsuka rubbed her head and complained.

"Um, well, Mr. Hiratsuka, actually, Yuihama and Hikigaya were in a car accident on their way to school this morning, which is why they were absent," Kenichi Hasegawa couldn't help but mention.

“Of course I know that—wait, Hasegawa, how did you know?” Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at Hasegawa Kenichi in surprise.

"Well, actually, I live near Yuihama's house right now. This morning when I came to school, I ran into Yuihama's mother, so we went to the hospital together," Hasegawa Kenichi explained.

"Oh, I see. Alright, come with me." Hiratsuka Shizuka said, suddenly understanding.

"what?"

"Oh, come along. I said I was going to visit Yui Yuigahama and Hachiman Hikigaya's houses. Since you live near Yui Yuigahama's house, I'll go to Yui Yuigahama's house first and take you back home while I'm at it."

"No need for that."

"Are you still being polite with me? I'm your homeroom teacher. Come here right now," Hiratsuka Shizuka said in a commanding tone.

"Well, alright then, I'll leave it to you, Professor Hiratsuka."

Kenichi Hasegawa followed Shizuka Hiratsuka to her vehicle. Looking at the red sports car, an Aston Martin at that, and judging by its model, it seemed to be a high-end model. In Japan, a car like that would probably cost at least 50 million yen.

A young and beautiful female teacher drives such an expensive sports car. So, is Hiratsuka Shizuka actually a hidden heiress? Hmm, as for why she couldn't possibly be a kept woman, isn't that obvious? She's a single, strong woman; who would dare to keep her as a kept woman?