Kuriyama Mai chewed a sandwich and walked into the classroom where free morning reading was taking place as the morning assembly bell rang.

Because he had been running all the way, he had already untied his tie and held it in his hand, his suit jacket was wide open, and even several buttons of the shirt underneath were unbuttoned.

The constant sweat seeping down his back made him very irritated. He now missed the loose and comfortable school uniforms in his previous life, which would not be in the way when running and were so easy to wear.

The students, who were sitting neatly in the classroom and neatly dressed in school uniforms, all looked like monsters had come to earth, fearing that the terrifying Kuriyama Mai would eat them in one bite.

"He just had a fight..."

"This...doesn't take school rules into consideration at all..."

“Why should such a person go to school?”

"The atmosphere in the entire class was ruined by him..."

Some classmates were talking quietly, but as soon as Kuriyama Mai looked over, these people immediately shut up.

But he didn't care what other people thought, it didn't matter at all.

He threw the tie on the table casually. After stopping, the sweat couldn't stop flowing down his face. He had to take off his suit jacket and sit down in his seat wearing only a half-open shirt.

Although the sandwich was half cold, it still tasted delicious, and he couldn't help but boast about the practicality of this [Cooking B] skill.

As the rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes came, the sound of morning reading in the classroom suddenly stopped.

"Since Mr. Fukada is scheduled to go to Europe for further study, I will be your class tutor during this time."

As soon as this beautiful teacher, who was dressed in professional attire and had a hot figure, finished speaking, the students in the classroom suddenly heard a burst of wailing.

Kuriyama Mai, who was immersed in cooking, raised his head because of the commotion. Isn't this Mr. Hirai? He's good-looking and has an explosive figure. I don't know what they are howling about.

Hirai Aoi gently tapped the blackboard with her teaching stick, and the classroom suddenly became silent. Her sharp eyes scanned the class and said:

"Now let's start the morning meeting."

"Students who are eating, please go out."

The light and fluttering voice sounded particularly stern.

Kuriyama Mai, with bulging cheeks, looked at the beautiful mature woman on the podium in bewilderment.

Behind him, a slightly chubby male classmate wearing glasses murmured excitedly:

“The evil female teacher named ‘Flower of Hell’ versus the yellow-haired delinquent ‘Eye of the Dead’…”

"interesting…"

Kuriyama Mai was too lazy to pay attention to what the little fat man behind him was whispering. He spread his hands towards the aggressive Hirai Aoi on the podium, and pointed at his somewhat bulging cheeks, indicating that he had eaten them all.

But Mr. Hirai's dark pupils didn't pay attention to him at all, and the big black wave over his shoulders shook him disdainfully:

"Please leave the disheveled students as well."

He was trying to show off his power to me when he first came here. Kuriyama Mai felt like a mirror. He didn't expect that the teacher who was somewhat ambiguous towards him yesterday would actually turn his back on me today.

At this time, the other students seemed to have found a supporter, and all their eyes were directed at Kuriyama Mai. He could only sigh in his heart, it is a talent common to all human beings to like to watch the excitement.

Aoi Hirai, who was on the podium, pretended to look at her watch again, and her slightly raised eyebrows were already telling him not to waste any more students' time.

Kuriyama Mai only felt that if he continued to compromise, he would be like Cao Cao who cut off his beard and robe.

Even if he puts on his suit jacket, this woman will definitely tell her to button up her shirt and tie her tie.

Not used to it! He picked up his clothes and walked out. The whole class seemed to pay attention to him, and it wasn't until he walked out of the classroom that they focused their attention on Teacher Hirai.

"A draw..." the chubby boy said softly.

Teacher Hirai hummed at his back and began to go about his daily morning meeting.

Kuriyama Mai, whose fever had not completely dissipated, walked to the corridor between the two teaching buildings.

He put his hands on the railing and looked at the campus quietly at this time. Apart from the sound of the class teacher or class cadres speaking meticulously, there was only the sound of turning books.

This is the taste of youth. He turned his head and looked at the empty corridor beside him.

It would be nice if there was a pretty girl who skipped the morning class together standing next to me.

But just as he was staring at the teaching building in a daze, a familiar figure walked out of the bathroom holding a mobile phone.

"Send it out...don't send it out...send it out...don't send it out...send it out..."

Asaka Yui stared at the private chat window with Mr. Milk in TikTok. She coded the opening line and deleted it. After deleting it, she coded it again.

"Good morning, Asaka-san."

Kuriyama Mai smiled and said hello to her. Maybe now would be an opportunity to pay back the money and talk to her again.

As soon as Asaka Yui's reddish face turned away, fear crept into her heart again. How could this yellow-haired person be standing there? She immediately shouted subconsciously:

"why you!"

Before even giving Kuriyama Mai a chance to say another sentence, Asaka Yui turned around and ran away quickly.

She didn't expect that this bad guy would steal a school uniform and get close to her. It was really scary.

In the high school of Lanfeng Private School, which has a strict academic style, there will never be a disheveled student standing in the corridor during the morning meeting as if nothing happened.

"Hey!" Kuriyama Mai's shout had no effect, and Asaka Yui ran to the teaching building at the other end of the corridor without looking back.

She is really a shy little girl, but judging from the color of her indoor shoes and the direction in which she ran away, she must be a freshman in high school.

Maybe it would be better to go to the convenience store in the evening and look familiar again. Kuriyama Mai smiled and shook his head. The days are long.

"Oh, I was rejected by my schoolmate, Huang Mao."

"She's just too shy. A girl's blush is the most beautiful sunset."

"Hey, why is it you!"

Hirai Aoi didn't know when she came up behind him, and before he could react to what to say, his stern words interrupted his train of thought.

"Remember to come to my office after class!"

While he was still dazed, Hirai Aoi hit Kuriyama Mai's chest with a pink punch.

"Hey, teacher, this is corporal punishment!"

Kuriyama Mai responded immediately.

"Humph, this is your punishment for being disheveled!"

Without further entanglement with him, Hirai Aoi immediately turned around and walked away in high heels.

Kuriyama Mai just wanted to catch up, but the bell for the first class had already rang.

He had to put on his suit jacket and walked into the classroom hastily, because this was a Chinese class, and if he didn't pay attention to the class, he would really have nothing to lose.

The chubby guy behind him saw that he hadn't put on his tie yet when he came back this time, so he murmured in a low voice:

“The winner hasn’t been decided yet~”

———

In the staff room after class, Kuriyama Mai didn't know what was waiting for him, but he still stood in front of Teacher Aoi Hirai with his head held high.

Teacher Hirai's expression was unexpectedly kind. He pulled out an A4 piece of paper from a large pile of information and handed it to him. He said with a smile:

"Classmate Huang Mao, please explain carefully, what does your dream mean?"

Looking at the shirt that was about to burst on her chest, Kuriyama Mai said calmly:

"That's what it means literally."

"Too bad." Hirai Aoi shook her head, her voice filled with deep regret, and swung a straight punch towards Kuriyama Mai without any warning.

He subconsciously flashed, and his fist flew past his ear.

"Next time, I won't miss it."

Mr. Hirai’s dark pupils seemed to be bursting with flames,

"You don't have a dream yourself, so how can you say you can protect other people's dreams?"

"That..." The thoughts in Kuriyama Mai's mind couldn't be described in words for a moment.
Chapter completed!