Chapter 98

She looked like a slovenly, gloomy woman.

However... that's just how she really is.

For some reason, Kuroki Yuka remembered the Witch shrouded in black mist who had appeared before her twice.

That was a Magic girl she had never seen before.

Powerful, mysterious, and... well, a bit morbidly eccentric.

To be honest, that woman was a bit inexplicable. Even now, when she thinks of that woman, she is reminded of the time she was spanked.

From this perspective, it's infuriating.

This decadent black-haired girl gently hugged the pillow on the sofa and curled up, her mood unknowingly becoming a little depressed.

What is she doing...?

"If things continue like this, my wish will..."

Because of her loose clothing, her shoulders and below were inadvertently exposed. Moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating a large scar hidden beneath her clothes on her pale skin.

It looks like a scar from a fire.

She's been doing some strange things lately, getting knocked down by Silver Feather and being completely outmaneuvered by that Witch.

Thinking of this, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a hint of self-loathing.

However, when Kuroki Yuka thought about what that woman had done to her, she felt incredibly ashamed and angry, yet also...

The woman brandished a pointer or her hand, whipping herself as she spoke cold words.

Kuroki Yuka's gloomy face unconsciously flushed slightly.

That woman... she's truly despicable.

If she really gains power in the future, she will definitely teach that woman a lesson.

While thinking this, and also out of habit, she didn't know when, but picked up a pack of toilet paper from the table and instinctively pulled out two sheets.

I looked around; it was all dimly lit.

Since there's no one else around, let's just...

"This is the last time..."

All the frustration and resentment piled up in her heart. She slowly lay back on the sofa, a look of self-loathing on her face. The image of the Witch appeared in her mind, and she muttered to herself.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Holiday

After the final exams, the holidays will be here soon.

For Haihara, this holiday meant she wouldn't have to see those students anymore, and she could probably finally get some rest.

However, she wasn't at home today; she was at school.

As the homeroom teacher, she also needs to check the class's grades these two days, summarize them, and then report them to the school. So she is currently staying in the classroom, working while slacking off.

As for why she doesn't stay in the office, it's because the classroom is more spacious, and working there can help her change her mood.

Anyway, all the students have left.

After writing on the paper for a while, it seemed that the pen was not writing anything, only making Haihara. Haibara frowned, scratched the paper hard, and only a few bits of ink came out.

The pen ran out of ink.

She put down the pen, went to the podium, rummaged around, found a nice-looking pen, and drew some lines on her hand.

There's still not much ink left, but I'll make do with this.

Normally, I could just borrow one from a student at a time like this, but now that it's holiday time, all the students have left, so there's nothing I can do.

In the summer, the classroom could only be heated by a fan, and it was still a bit hotter than the office. Haihara opened all the windows she could to let in some fresh air.

After roughly summarizing the results of various exams this semester, Haihara picked up the organized table and sat there in a daze for a while.

A semester has already passed without me even realizing it.

This is her first semester as a homeroom teacher.

What kind of teacher is she?

Although the academic results I achieved as a homeroom teacher weren't great, my reputation has improved considerably compared to before.

That's a good thing, I guess.

Being a homeroom teacher and a subject teacher are indeed two different experiences. Before, she had little emotional connection with her students and few opportunities to communicate. But after becoming a homeroom teacher, she had to start considering all sorts of things and frequently communicate about certain Problem Child.

And time passed faster than I expected.

After one semester ends, in another six months, these students will enter their second year of high school.

According to their school's practice, students will be divided into separate classes in their second year of high school.

She doesn't plan to continue being a homeroom teacher then.

She may still teach some of these students in the future, but she won't be their homeroom teacher anymore.

She'll feel a little more relaxed then.

After finishing writing a section, she felt a bit comfortable from the breeze and yawned.

After a while, she heard footsteps in the corridor.

At this time, who else would come to the school? Would it be other teachers passing by?

Haihara looked up at the door and saw a slender, thin girl's figure.

The girl who walked in was also taken aback when she saw her.

The girl who came in had short, jet-black hair and a cool, beautiful face. She looked like a quiet, well-behaved girl, but instead of her usual sailor uniform, she was wearing loose and comfortable casual clothes.

Upon seeing her, Haihara lowered her head again and calmly said:

"Kirishima, you are not allowed to enter the school during the holidays."

In a few days, the school will completely ban entry.

However, we can still be lenient now.

The girl standing at the door was Kirishima Ai. She lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, but quickly and politely said:

"Let me retrieve something I left behind..."

Looks like they forgot something at school.

Ignoring Kirishima Ai, Haihara simply lowered her head and glanced at the Kirishima Ai written on the paper.

In fact, she didn't even need to look to know; after all, it was one of the top grades in the class, so she couldn't possibly not remember it.

Although he is still first in the class, it has to be said that he has fallen quite a bit in this exam.

Normally, Haihara would consider whether or not to say anything to her.

But since it's already the holidays, she doesn't need to be that kind of bad teacher. After all, saying a few more words to the students won't change anything; it will only worsen their holiday mood.

Upon arriving, seeing that Haihara didn't answer, Kirishima Ai started rummaging through her desk, all the while subconsciously and cautiously glancing at Haihara.

As always, Teacher Haihara had a gloomy and quiet demeanor. Although she seemed to be doing some work, she lacked any motivation and didn't bother to hide it.

After searching for a while, Kirishima Ai finally found what she had left behind.

After straightening up, she looked at Haihara.

This time, she didn't expect to run into Teacher Haihara, because she thought that given Teacher Haihara's personality, she wouldn't come to school after the holidays.

Even during her vacation, Teacher Haihara wasn't wearing her work uniform.

Today, Teacher Haihara wore a beige oversized shirt that reached her waist, while her black skirt fell from her waist down to her calves, outlining her slender waist and making her look beautiful and mature.

After staring at it for a while, Haihara looked up:

"What are you looking at me for? Didn't you find the thing?"

She said it casually.

"No, we found it."

Kirishima Ai shook her head.

After she finished speaking, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, because she had ridden her bicycle to school under the blazing sun and was now sweating profusely.

It seemed a little cooler inside the classroom than outside, and if she could, she really wanted to stay there a little longer.

However, there were other people waiting for her outside.

Just as she was about to leave, Haihara called her back.

"Come over."

Kirishima Ai stood there, stunned.

Actually, she felt a little awkward when she saw Teacher Haihara, because her grades had indeed dropped significantly in this exam and the last few exams, and she had also been skipping classes a lot.

Teacher... are you talking about her?

She walked over cautiously and stood next to Haihara, watching the woman hold a pen that didn't seem to leave much ink and write words on a piece of paper with a little pressure.

However, Haihara quickly put down her pen.

Is it hot outside?

She pulled a wet wipe from beside her and calmly and naturally extended it to Kirishima Ai's face. Kirishima Ai was a little uncomfortable at first, but then she cooperated by bending down and letting the woman wipe her sweat.

The wet wipes felt cool and refreshing on my face and neck, and they also wiped away the sweat, which was very soothing.

"It's quite hot."

Kirishima Ai was a little embarrassed.

After wiping the little girl's sweat, Haihara pointed to an unopened carton of juice on her desk:

"Take this and drink it."

Kirishima Ai glanced at the box of juice; it was mango flavored.

She quite liked these sweet things.

How should I put it? During the holidays, Teacher Haihara became so gentle; she felt flattered...

However, Teacher Haihara was originally a very good person.

Thank you, teacher.

She lowered her head slightly.

"You're welcome, have a great holiday."

The woman remained as aloof as ever.

After retrieving her belongings, Kirishima Ai walked out of the school gate and saw a girl with long, gray-gold hair waiting there. She seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and even though she had been in the shade of the trees, it was still quite hot and stuffy.

She is the one waiting for Kirishima Ai.

After seeing Kirishima Ai come out, she coldly complained:

"So slow, does it really take this long to find something?"

Kirishima Ai ignored her, simply sipping her mango juice.

Takanashi Shiori glanced curiously at the drink in her hand.

Where did the juice come from?

This wasn't the case before.

"Given to me by Teacher Haihara."

"That's great."

Takanashi wanted a drink too; I should have gone in with her.

However, she soon stopped chatting about these trivial matters. She rummaged through her pocket, took out a rather oddly shaped train ticket, and handed it to Kirishima Ai.

After Kirishima Ai the fruit, she saw her name written on it.