First Meeting

Dongfang Yi truly could not suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that Sakura Airi was a student of Class D, and he feared that reporting this through another teacher would cause dissatisfaction for Chabashira, leading her to vent her anger on the girl during daily classes, he would have already informed Mashima of this matter just now and let Mashima handle it.

How could it be the turn of the trash before him to give him attitude?

What? Is it that difficult to report this upward and let the school conduct an investigation?

Is her foul mouth made of gold, or is it sewn shut?

Dongfang Yi wore a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were chillingly cold, making Chabashira feel a sense of unease.

Chabashira Sae's complexion looked even paler, looking just like a middle-aged woman who had already entered menopause.

With a sour face, she said word by word: "I will report your findings to the school, so..."

Dongfang Yi interrupted her words without any courtesy, continuing to use sarcasm: "So it's just reporting? I thought you would say that you would definitely work with the school to clarify the facts and ensure the protection of your student's personal safety from infringement."

Chabashira was even angrier, but she had no way to deal with Dongfang Yi.

After all, Dongfang Yi was using an unsolvable open scheme, a trend of the times, rather than some kind of underhanded trick to win by surprise.

As a homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae had an obligation to assist when a student reported that their personal safety was at risk.

Therefore, she could not say words of indifference toward the student; if she dared to say them, Dongfang Yi would dare to report her to the school immediately, stripping her of her position as a homeroom teacher entirely.

On this point, the two people facing each other in the corridor were well aware.

The middle-aged woman in the suit took a deep breath, trying hard to make her words sound sincere: "I will definitely work with the school to clarify the facts and ensure the protection of Sakura-san's personal safety from infringement."

Dongfang Yi pretended to wipe away non-existent tears, so moved that he was about to firmly grasp the teacher's hand with both of his.

But he pulled back in mid-air, changing it to a gesture of cupping his hands in a salute.

There was no other reason; he simply felt that the person in front of him was too dirty and useless, and he didn't want to touch her.

He said in a slightly choked tone: "Teacher Chabashira, you really are a responsible good teach... good person. With your words, we can wait for the good news with peace of mind."

"Since that is the case, we won't disturb your work any further. Farewell."

Having said that, he turned around and pulled Sakura Airi away, not stopping for a moment; in the blink of an eye, the two had walked three paces away.

This set of smooth, small combos caught Chabashira Sae off guard.

Wait, what about the video?

You haven't given me the video yet!

Stop! The video!

The middle-aged woman stomped her feet in anger on the spot. She wanted to chase after them, but the high heels and suit skirt she was wearing made it impossible for her to run.

To howl would be to lose the dignity of a teacher.

But what made her feel fortunate was that the girl who was walking away broke free from the boy's hand and ran back.

Sakura Airi panted slightly: "Ch, Chabashira-sensei, l, let's add each other on LINE. I have the video too, I, I will send it to you."

Chabashira Sae discovered for the first time that there was such a sensible child among her students, a world of difference from that hateful Class A student, and for a moment, she was so moved she wanted to shed tears.

"Good!"

Dongfang Yi quickly flashed into the corner of the corridor, hiding his figure well.

It was he who had brought Sakura Airi away quickly, but he had also let the girl go back to hand over the video.

After all, being in Class A, he could flip the table and play whenever he wanted, but Sakura Airi still had to stay in Class D for a long time. If she really offended the old hag, her future days would be miserable.

Solving a problem was not meant to invite more trouble.

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He quietly poked his head out, starting to analyze Chabashira Sae's facial expressions, thinking about whether this move would bring any subsequent negative impact on the girl.

Obviously, judging by the middle-aged woman's expression, the "good cop, bad cop" routine was still very useful.

However, he overlooked one point: it seemed he wasn't the only one in this place.

"Yo, little wise man, what are you doing here?"

A carefree beautiful... woman? patted him on the shoulder and asked in his ear with a sweet voice.

As she spoke, she was still peeking under him, wanting to see what he was spying on.

"I'm doing important work concerning human civilization." Dongfang Yi pressed down on the head beside him and pushed it away, answering without looking back: "Also, please call me the 'All-Calculating Dongfang Yi'. The nickname 'wise man' sounds very uncultured."

"Pfft~" A third person was covering their mouth and giggling.

"Then, All-Calculating Dongfang-kun, can you take your hand off the teacher's head?" The sweet voice carried a hint of chill.

"Hm?"

Dongfang Yi turned his head back belatedly. The first thing he saw was Hoshinomiya Chie smiling with her eyes narrowed.

He had just, apparently, accidentally... touched Teacher Hoshinomiya's head.

It felt great to the touch, not oily at all.

"..."

"Hontou ni sumimasen, Sensei." Dongfang Yi bowed and apologized immediately.

He blinked his eyes, trying his best to appear more sincere: "Teacher, I believe this was an accident caused by force majeure. It was fate, and fate cannot be defied; we shouldn't blame human beings for the will of heaven."

"So you're saying you're not at fault, is that it?" Hoshinomiya bared her fangs and brandished her claws viciously.

"Teacher, please believe me, I have no interest in older... cough... older beautiful maidens." Dongfang Yi said with a straight face: "There was absolutely not a shred of intentionality."

"So you think Teacher is very old, is that it?" A hint of killing intent unconsciously crept into the sweet and cute teacher's voice.

"..."

Dongfang Yi realized belatedly that he seemed to have dug his own grave.

He hurriedly tried to make amends: "How could that be? Teacher only looks like she's in her thirties, the very age where one blooms like a flower. Your charm is far beyond what mere teenage girls can compare to."

"But I'm only 28 years old this year, you know." Hoshinomiya's smile grew even colder.

"..."

"Only 28 years old, you know." Seeing him not answer, Hoshinomiya emphasized again.

Dongfang Yi closed his eyes as if resigning himself to fate, giving up the struggle and striking a pose of heroic martyrdom: "Teacher, just kill me."

"Shine!" Hoshinomiya viciously delivered a hand chop, but because of the height difference, it felt to Dongfang Yi like he had just been gently patted.

Even so, Dongfang Yi cooperated by sticking out his tongue, looking for all the world like he had been knocked unconscious by a heavy club.

That is, if one ignored his still-upright posture.

"Hmph!" Hoshinomiya glared angrily at the playing-dead Dongfang Yi: "I'm going to find Sae. Honami, you come too, don't pay him any mind."

Honami?

Ichinose?

Doroboneko?

Dongfang Yi curiously opened his eyes and looked toward the third party who had been watching the entire scene of the accident.

He saw the girl with light pink hair press her fingers together, blink her eyes, and give a proper, mock salute.

Her voice was like a spring in the sunshine, cheerful and full of vitality, with a hint of playfulness:

"Understood, Teacher."

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