Let's do it again, Yukino.

If I'm not mistaken, it's probably because I saved the Shinomiya family not long ago, and coupled with my "low profile" lately, that group of cowardly bullies have the illusion that "Haruhi Haru is staying at school because she's afraid of their retaliation and doesn't dare to come out to find them"...

"These little brats, how dare they mess with me, Fat Tiger..."

I'm already being kind by not provoking you; you really have guts...

She moved away from the window, tossed the book she was holding onto the desk, took off her coat, said goodbye without turning back, and headed towards the back door of the classroom.

Just as he was about to push open the back door, Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand was already on the door. Her usual smile vanished, and Hiratsuka-sensei looked at Haruhi with a calm expression.

"Where do you want to go?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned, her voice low in the classroom.

"Since he came to see me, I'll personally take care of him. Don't worry, it'll be quick."

As soon as she finished speaking, the older female teacher pushed Kasuga Gian back to his original seat with one hand.

"Spring Sunny Day, can you please not be so impulsive before doing anything? How many times do you have to tell me this?!"

"..."

It seems like more than one person has told me about this flaw.

Looking at Hiratsuka-sensei, who seemed a little angry, Haruhi wasn't annoyed. Having long regarded her as her teacher, Haruhi scratched her head sheepishly.

"Then what do you suggest, teacher? We can't just let those guys yell at me like that for nothing, can we?"

……

The wind outside the window ruffled Hiratsuka Shizuka's trench coat. Sometime later, Hiratsuka Shizuka lit a Seven Star cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. She pushed open the back door that Haruhi had originally wanted to open and strode out under the gaze of all her classmates.

soon

Hiratsuka's voice came from the corridor again.

He spoke in an exceptionally calm tone.

"Asakura, Nagato, you two keep an eye on Kasuga and don't let him leave the classroom during this time. I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."

"Oh."

Spring was about to nod subconsciously,

"Hey?"

He looked up and glanced at Asakura and Nagato. He realized that something about Hiratsuka Shizuka's words just now seemed a little off.

Could it be...?

His lips trembled slightly as he recalled Hiratsuka Shizuka's dashing departure from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

At the same time, an ominous premonition rose within me...

Bajiquan!?

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Chapter 53 How about I call you Master?

"Hmm... Although I've always known that Ms. Hiratsuka is very strong, every time I see this almost inhuman fighting power, I'm really curious about what Ms. Hiratsuka went through during her student days to grow into what she is now, to be able to kick four motorcycles to pieces at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye. This is completely beyond the realm that humans should enter."

Leaning against the window, watching the group of delinquent teenagers lying unconscious on the playground being led into the administration office one by one by the dean and several physical education teachers, while the back of the woman standing like a hero in the far corner of the playground, smoking a cigarette in solitude, was forever etched in Chunri's mind.

Just two minutes ago, a crushing massacre occurred on the playground of Zongwu High School.

A sudden storm, swift and decisive, a violent tempest, a combination of wind and rain.

Springtime tried her best to recreate the scene that had just happened using every adjective she could think of.

Hiratsuka Shizuka is a teacher who often uses force against her students, but it's clear that when she first went to the playground, she only wanted to drive away the group of delinquents.

However, one of the brainless blond-haired guys glanced at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was smoking a cigarette and walking towards them, and, of all people, had to taunt her with a "nagging, preachy old lady."

Then, that group of delinquents who were sitting on the motorcycle and were incredibly unlucky all lost all their memories afterward.

Tsk tsk.

Springtime, however, was somewhat gloating.

"If Koyuki can be called the Ice Princess of Soubu High School because of her Iaijutsu and her fierce Aikido, then Hiratsuka-sensei, who can be invincible in Soubu High School with just one punch and one kick, should be called the supreme martial emperor of Soubu High School, even though she is just an ordinary high school teacher."

Although Kasuga didn't like others interfering in his affairs, and he didn't think those thugs could do anything to him, just now, Hiratsuka Shizuka had shown him with her actions that if Kasuga wanted to leave the classroom, he would have to get past her fists first.

If possible, Kasuga would also like to ask the teacher, who witnessed the scene on the playground in another classroom, whether he was grateful for the miracle that he had survived Hiratsuka Shizuka's iron fist all these years.

"Thinking about it this way, I quickly found another reason why Ms. Hiratsuka is single. That's really amazing."

The tides rise and fall, the clouds roll and unroll.

Sitting in the classroom, Haruhi silently watched as Hiratsuka Shizuka resolved the incident that hadn't even begun before she forcibly quelled it.

At the moment it all ended, a complex and indescribable smile appeared on Chunri's lips.

Unlike Hiratsuka Shizuka, who almost gave up on herself in her previous life, in this life, Hiratsuka-sensei is more like helping him out of favoritism, and as his teacher, she helps him correct his original shortcomings.

Aside from Xiaoxue, he rarely received such care from others, and although he was slightly touched,

but,

He had some minor doubts.

……

"Chunri, come to my office."

Not long after,

Having calmed her post-war mania, Hiratsuka Shizuka summoned Kasuga to her office.

Sitting in her office chair, Hiratsuka Shizuka recounted all the information she had gathered in the dean's office to Kasuga.

"Those bastards just told the director and the others that Chun** took the initiative to start it not long ago. Is that really true?"

When Hiratsuka Shizuka asked her question, her white trench coat, which was fluttering in the wind, was still as clean as it had been in the classroom. The massacre that had just taken place did not warrant even a speck of dust on it.

"It's definitely not. I saw them harassing girls from other schools, so out of my kind nature, I reluctantly beat them up. There shouldn't be anything wrong with that, right?"

Of course, as for the matter of robbing them of their savings after beating them up, Kasuga didn't mention a word to Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was clearly still biased towards her side.

"I knew it. How could those scoundrels who don't know anything about manners be compared to the students I teach? Even if it's Haruhi, who has the worst character in the class, you are still a thousand times better than them."

"Although I was somewhat happy that Hiratsuka-sensei praised me, I wasn't happy at all."

"This is a one-time exception. I've already pleaded with the head of student affairs for you, but he said you still need to submit a written apology, no less than 500 words, with sincere emotion and a positive attitude in admitting your mistake. Do you understand?"

"..."

Another self-criticism to write.

Looking at the blank sheet of paper handed to him by Hiratsuka Shizuka, Haruhi sighed inwardly.

The self-criticism she wrote for the last test is still posted on the bulletin board at the entrance. Xiaoxue felt guilty about it for a long time.

Now you want me to write a self-criticism? Can I refuse?

Chunri turned to her teacher for help with a troubled expression.

Seeing that Chunri was clearly reluctant to write,

Hiratsuka Shizuka also showed a hint of embarrassment. After thinking for a moment, she took out a piece of the same white paper from her drawer, and awkwardly pulled out two pens while giving Haruhi a dry laugh.

"Don't worry, this time it's not just you. I also have to pay the price for what I just did, and it'll be four times as much as yours, a full two thousand words. Just consider it as me hanging on the bulletin board with me and losing face. Anyway, with technology so advanced, a self-criticism can be copied on a phone in twelve minutes at most. Here, go get a chair over there and sit down. Write it in the office."

"Don't lie to me. It would be so embarrassing if my self-criticism were the only one posted on the bulletin board."

Although he accepted the smartphone from Hiratsuka Shizuka, Haruhi still glanced at the older young woman in front of him with some unease.

Do teachers also need to write self-criticisms?

"I won't lie to you, hurry up and write it."

"Okay, I'll trust you this once."

……

…………

"By the way, if I finish writing this self-criticism, can I call you Master Hiratsuka from now on?"

"Master? Why did you suddenly decide to call me that? Do you want to learn Bajiquan from me?"

"It's not that simple a reason. Although I really want to learn Hiratsuka-sensei's Iron Mountain Lean."

In the office, the teacher and student, one older and one younger, were copying their self-criticisms at their desks while also chatting casually.

"Then why did you suddenly decide to call me 'Master'? There's no difference between the word 'teacher' and 'master'."

Hiratsuka Shizuka put down her pen and looked up with some confusion.

Then, under Ms. Jing's gaze, Chunri smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Although my Chinese grades weren't very good before, I've at least heard the proverb 'A teacher for a day is a parent for life.'"

As the boy finished speaking,

Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly stopped writing, placed her hands on the desk, and stared blankly at Haruhi with a slightly puzzled look in her eyes, remaining silent, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"..."

In the quiet space, looking at the stunned Hiratsuka Shizuka, Haruhi subconsciously touched her nose, scratched her head, and smiled smugly.

A ray of sunlight from the window shone on the two of them, softening Chunri's otherwise somewhat gloomy features.

He spoke softly.

"I'm also worried that Hiratsuka-sensei won't be able to find a lover in the future and won't have any children. If it really comes to that, then as your disciple, I, Gian, can treat you as my mother. I might even inherit a large sum of money after your death and eventually marry Shizuka and reach the pinnacle of life."

"..."