Who Said My Disciple and I Are Having an Affair?

Sing Sing, familiar with the place, made his way up to the rooftop, chose a sheltered spot, and lay down.

My life is so miserable...

The fact that I was able to show up at school on time today already shows how strong my professional ethics are...

Just as Old Zhou was dozing off, Saeko Busujima came over carrying a bamboo sword and a paper bag in her other hand.

She was still wearing the same white sailor uniform, green pleated skirt, and black knee-high socks.

She stood in front of Sing Sing and bowed.

"Sense!"

Sing Sing was sunbathing with his eyes closed when he heard this address and immediately sat up from the ground.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Don't call me that so affectionately at school! If others hear, I'll never be able to clear my name, even if I jump into Tokyo Bay."

Saeko Busujima stopped in her tracks and nodded earnestly.

"Hoshino."

"That's right." Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction. "Is there anything else?"

Saeko Busujima placed the paper bag in front of him, and when she opened it, several fried fish cakes were revealed.

The aroma of fish oil and sauce wafts out, and the edges are fried until golden brown.

"I'm here to report on yesterday's practice results."

"Oh? You tell me, you tell me!"

Sing Sing's eyes lit up and he reached out to take it.

Saeko Busujima pressed down on the paper bag, waiting for him to reluctantly withdraw his hand before taking out the wad of old newspaper that had already been torn open.

The newspaper was cut into thin sheets, with the edges kept intact, and the originally crumpled paper was flattened.

"I didn't tear it directly," she said. "First, I observed the creases and fiber direction, then started from the weakest point. Forcing it apart will cause cracks in the paper. Only by dissipating the force along the grain can each layer be separated."

Sing Sing glanced at the newspaper, then at the fried fish cakes in the paper bag, and finally chose to take the largest one.

"Good comprehension." Sing Sing took a bite.

Saeko Busujima looked at the fish cake in his hand. "Is Morise evaluating swordsmanship or fish cakes?"

"Everyone's giving their feedback. The fish cakes are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the cooking time was very consistent. You also unwrapped the paper quite well yesterday, which shows you have a good sense of proportion."

"You've already gotten the hang of it. Go back and keep observing, but don't get arrogant."

Saeko Busujima carefully put away the newspaper and solemnly agreed.

"I understand. Just like a sword has patterns, a person's movements also have directions of force. As long as I find that line, I can make the opponent lose their balance."

"Yes, he's teachable." Sing Sing took another fried fish cake.

"This sword technique emphasizes observation, judgment, and conserving energy."

Saeko Busujima was silent for a moment. "Is Master reminding me to control the scope of the destruction?"

"I'm just reminding you that in certain special circumstances, repair costs are not reimbursable."

She carefully wrote down the sentence, and then sat down next to Sing Sing.

Behind the rooftop gate, Mitsuhashi Takashi and Ito Shinji huddled together.

Mitsuhashi's golden curls peeked out from the crack in the door. Ito Shinji reached out and pressed him down, but couldn't stop those ears from continuing to peek out.

"Hey, Ito," Mitsuhashi lowered his voice, "What's going on?"

"Hoshino is eating, and Busujima is asking for advice on swordsmanship."

"A lone man and woman, meeting secretly during lunch break, and they even brought fried fish cakes." Mitsuhashi lowered his voice even further, "They're definitely having an affair."

Ito Shinji covered his mouth, "You can't say that! Busujima-kun is here to learn swordsmanship."

Mitsuhashi pried his hand away, his face full of disbelief.

"Do you need to sit this close to learn swordsmanship?"

"Look at them, one's responsible for stealing food, and the other's for passing it to them. They've clearly moved into cohabitation."

Sing Sing's ears twitched. "You two behind the door, if you came any closer, you'd be sitting right on my plate."

The noise behind the iron gate stopped.

Ito Shinji walked out of the door with a serious expression, while Mitsuhashi Takashi hid behind him, only showing half of his face.

"Hoshino, we were just passing by," Ito Shinji said.

"Passing by the rooftop gate, still carrying a head?"

Mitsuhashi Takashi straightened his back. "Who said we were spying? We're here to check on campus security."

"Did I say you were spying? Besides, what did you find?"

"My tests show that your relationship with Tokishima is inappropriate."

Ito Shinji's face flushed red instantly, "Mitsuhashi!"

"Isn't that right? She sat next to Hoshino and even brought him fried fish cakes. Have you ever seen an ordinary classmate do that?"

Sing Sing stood up and glared at the two of them.

Mitsuhashi Takashi shrugged, still stubbornly insisting, "Feeling guilty? I knew it!"

"I'm a very reasonable person," Sing Sing said, cracking his knuckles. "Since you all believe my apprentice and I are having an affair, then I'll let you experience for yourselves what normal communication between a master and apprentice is like."

"Wait, we were just joking!"

Despite saying that, Mitsuhashi Takashi had already grabbed a mop handle from the door and was sweeping it towards Sing Sing.

As Sing Sing stepped aside, he grabbed Mitsuhashi's wrist and twisted it outwards. Mitsuhashi immediately bent over, and with his other hand, he pulled a piece of chalk from his sleeve and flicked it at Sing Sing's face.

Sing Sing turned his head away.

"You really only care about winning a fight, huh?"

Taking advantage of his opening, Mitsuhashi kicked Sing Sing in the shin.

Sing Sing used the tip of his shoe to block the kick, and with a swift movement of his wrist, grabbed Mitsuhashi by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

Mitsuhashi kicked wildly with his feet and tried to scratch Sing Sing with his arms, but Sing Sing blocked his movement with his knee and then slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Seeing that things were going badly, Ito Shinji rushed over to help, but he was also grabbed by Sing Sing and pinned down on Mitsuhashi, who was lying on the ground.

"Was it wrong?"

Hey-hey

"I did nothing wrong! That's what Ito said!"

Ito Shinji snapped, "What does this have to do with me?"

"You really won't admit it?" Sing Sing held the two of them down. "Then I'll strip you both naked and hang you on the wire fence at the school gate. Then the whole school can admire your commemorative photos of your youth."

Mitsuhashi Takashi hurriedly raised his hands and clasped them together. "Smimasen!"

Sing Sing let go of her hand.

Just as Mitsuhashi got up, Sing Sing raised his hand and tapped him on the back of the head.

Ito Shinji hadn't even stood up straight when he was also hit.

"This is punishment for you eavesdropping."

Mitsuhashi covered his head, about to retort, when Sing Sing slapped him on the shoulder again.

"This is punishment for spreading rumors!"

"I'm just speculating!" Mitsuhashi protested, arms crossed.

After this farce ended, Sing Sing had no time to sleep.

As I yawned and walked toward the classroom, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Upon opening it, all that was on the screen was a single message from Yukio.

"I asked Mariko, and the child is adopted, not her biological son."

Sing Sing stared at the line of text, speechless.

I asked you to investigate for me, not to just go and ask!

If you can get the information just by asking, why bother with the investigation?

Jianyi is still out in the countryside conducting investigations right now!

Sing Sing raised his hand to his forehead; the professionalism of this action was rapidly heading towards the free-flowing style of a family gathering.