Chapter 472 After Much Thought, I Decided to Become a Physical Education Teacher

"Well, if you really don't want me to leave, Yukinoshita, you can pick up Naoko a little later..."

"That's not necessary!"

After two short sentences, Hojo Kyosuke walked out of the service club activity room amid Yamauchi Sakura's farewell.

"Have a good trip, and go home early~~"

The crisp voice full of energy spread in the spring breeze, and the students who gathered in groups of three or two in the garden under the multimedia building unconsciously raised their heads to look at the source of the voice.

At the middle window on the fourth floor, a brown-haired girl stretched out most of her body. She stroked the windowsill with one hand and shook her other hand up and down. Her soft long hair swayed in the wind, and the smile on her face made people happy.

It's embarrassing to say that even though they knew that the words were not shouted at them, the boys and girls below had a strong urge to respond to her loudly, shouting "I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay at home with you."

"If you have a girlfriend like this, why would you still join a club?"

A member of the football club who was running around the school looked up at the energetic girl, muttering to himself with an obsessed look, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked on the butt by the person behind him and immediately rolled on the ground.

Although this person was stupid, he was worthy of being a member of the football club. He was as skilled at rolling on the ground as eating and drinking water. It was as if he had rolled in soybean flour three times, and his whole body was evenly covered with dust. Since there was no referee, he immediately got up, looked at the person behind him angrily, and shouted:

"Nicun, why did you kick me, you bastard!"

"Idiot Yamatoda, you should thank me for saving you." Nicun shook his head, and said nothing more, but raised his hand and pointed at the person who was walking slowly out of the multimedia building.

Yamatoda became even more angry when he heard this, but he looked over as advised. In just a moment, the rising anger and the heat from running disappeared instantly, and my heart was half cold.

Under the cherry tree that had changed from a brocade of cherry blossoms to a canopy of green shade, a black-haired boy stopped and looked back upstairs.

In the garden in front of the multimedia, there were at least 20 or 30 students reading and chatting. At this moment, they all looked up at the upstairs, but Yamatoda could see the boy in the crowd at a glance. This was of course not because of his amazing eyesight. If he had that level, he would not have said that just now. The reason why he was able to find the real owner after his friend pointed casually was that the black-haired boy was too conspicuous.

Although he was wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, the black-haired boy was as bright as Kui Su Jiu in the dark night. He was just standing there normally, but it was hard to ignore him like a deep and steep mountain.

The girl leaning out of the window upstairs smiled like a flower, and her words were joyful; the boy who stopped downstairs and looked up looked like a spring cherry, and raised his hand and responded loudly as if no one was around:

"I will bring midnight snacks back--"

When he saw that the black-haired boy was about to turn around, Yamato didn't even dare to brush off the dust on his butt, and hurriedly returned to the running team like he was escaping.

"Thank you, Nimura, I will treat you to Kibi dango later." He sincerely thanked the friend who attacked his butt.

"How many skewers?" Nimura asked back.

"Ten skewers! The one in Sanshoumachi!" Yamato gritted his teeth.

"Haha, okay, then I won't tell Hirokawa and the others about this."

"You disloyal guy..."

Yamato laughed and scolded, but his eyes carefully looked at a few people in the team.

"The relationship between Brother Hojo and Classmate Yamauchi is still so good."

"Haha, isn't that natural? If I don't see them showing their affection one day, I will doubt whether I have gone crazy."

"Ah, I really want to have a childhood sweetheart like this."

"Do you remember that you have one?"

"Asshole, show some respect to me. Those who weigh more than 200 pounds are called heroes."

"Hahaha..."

Looking at the soy sauce-like face of that person, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out in the team. Just listening to their conversation, it can be known that these people obviously know Hojo Kyosuke.

Yamatoda also laughed a few times in agreement, and was glad that the stupid words he said just now were not heard by those people. If this was heard, he would definitely be called to guard the goal by these guys who admired Hojo Kyosuke so much during training, and then kick the football to his handsome face.

Not to mention that Yamatoda felt sorry for his wallet, another person in the team who was also perfunctorily smiling was still looking at the fourth floor with his peripheral vision.

However, he was not looking at the energetic girl who half stretched out of the classroom, but the black-haired girl behind her with a helpless look.

As if she was worried that the energetic girl would fall out of the window, the black-haired girl grabbed the former's body tightly with both hands and tried to pull her back. But helpless, even if Hojo Kyosuke downstairs could no longer be seen, the energetic girl still refused to shrink her body, and the interest on her face did not diminish at all. Just now it was a farewell, and now it was looking for a game, even if she could still see a little shadow, it was enough to make her happy.

Until the black-haired girl said something angrily, the energetic girl shrank back in dismay.

Snow... Yukinoshita... seems to be a little different.

Hayato Hayama's eyes were complicated, and he didn't come back to his senses until someone next to him patted his shoulder.

"Hayato? What are you looking at?"

It was obviously a very ordinary question, but it made Hayato Hayama difficult to answer. If time went back to before the third grade of elementary school, he could answer frankly that he was looking at his friends. But now he can only squeeze out a hearty fake smile and answer:

"Looking at my classmate."

"Ah, is it Hojo? It would be great if I could recruit him into the football club. I'm afraid any of his long legs would be able to dribble the ball over my head."

"Haha, more than that, if Hojo shoots and you're the goalkeeper, even if you catch the ball, you'll probably be pushed into the goal." Someone behind laughed and teased.

"Asshole, what about you!"

"Me? Of course I'll dodge immediately! My life is more important than goalkeeping!"

This righteous remark immediately caused a burst of laughter and scolding from the people around.

"Asshole! Be quiet!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better and better, the head of the football department who was leading the team to run quickly scolded. If the school leaders saw such a noisy run, they might have to cut the department's funding.

After hearing the head of the department's words, everyone shut up, but they were still making a fuss by bumping into each other.

Hayato Hayama turned his head and looked at the boy who was walking towards the school gate.

Hojo Kyosuke...

His eyes were more complicated, with gratitude, anxiety, and expectation...

At the school gate, just as Hojo Kyosuke walked out of the school gate, a black car stopped smoothly.

Because Tetsuta Kisaki was not there, no one got out of the car to open the door. As the driver, Shuntaka Hirata did not want to do that, but his elder brother did not allow it, saying that it was too high-profile. Although he did not understand how it was high-profile to get out of the car and open the door after driving to the school gate to pick him up, he had to listen.

The car drove towards Shibuya District, and Hojo Kyosuke took out his mobile phone and opened his mailbox to deal with emails.

One was sent by the Sand Sculpture Duo, no, the Ghost Bomb Duo, and it was a photo. On it, Onizuka and Danma were smiling very happily, and you could see their back teeth when they grinned. Behind them were the leader of the Yamazakura Group, Domamura, and other members, whose smiles were uglier than crying.

Is Onitsuka trying to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the Yamazakura Group?

Hojo Kyosuke was puzzled, but after thinking about it, he felt that Onitsuka was not a guy with such brains and ambitions. If Doma Village had a daughter between the ages of 17 and 28, then it might be possible.

With a serious and responsible attitude, he replied:

"If you can't graduate because of too many absences, you can't be a high school teacher."

"I'm not going to stay, I'm already good friends with the head of the student department!" - Onitsuka Eiki

Huh? ? Onitsuka actually has this ability?

Hojo Kyosuke raised his eyebrows, very surprised. If he heard that a teacher provoked Onitsuka and was beaten, he wouldn't be surprised, but become friends?

"When Eikichi was out for a drive last week, he ran into the head of the student affairs department who was being robbed. The head remembered him because he had done some ideological work on him before, so he asked Eikichi for help, but Eikichi thought it was an old enemy looking for him, so he beat up both the robber and the head." - Danma Ryuji

"Hahahaha, anyway, we became good friends, just like you and Mr. Doma became good friends." - Onizuka Eiki

Hojo Kyousuke nodded. So that's how they became friends. It's okay then.

"You should learn more knowledge, otherwise it will be embarrassing if you don't know anything in class."

"Brother, although you are good at picking up girls, you are too naive to be a high school teacher. Of course, you have to be a physical education teacher! Briefs, school swimsuit, back-to-back stretching, leg press, artificial respiration... Oh, no, I have to think of a way to graduate early!"--Eikichi Onizuka

"Actually, being other teachers is not bad. Although physical education teachers are good, it is not convenient for after-school tutoring... and home visits."--Ryuji Danma

"..."

As the topic gradually deviated, Hojo Kyosuke quickly switched pages, thinking in his heart whether these two people were not suitable to be teachers.

However, considering that this is Japanese, maybe these two people are serious teachers?

Shaking his head, he didn't think about it anymore. These two people are the kind of people who have the heart and courage of a thief, but are inexplicably gentlemanly. During physical education class, they will stare at the school swimsuit girls with drool, but when they are slapped by them, they will sincerely apologize. If I must say, a filthy nice guy?

Clicking on the next message, it was from Eriri. It didn't say anything else, just told me that I was going to stay at home today. The only thing worth noting is:

"Remember to explain to Aunt Mikiko for me! I definitely didn't leave because they came to stay at home, it was really important! And Kashiko, oh, if she can't see me, Kashiko's sister will definitely be very sad. If she starts crying, call me on video immediately, and I will comfort Kashiko's sister immediately!"

The blonde princess said a lot of rambling.

Ha, naive.

Hojo Kyosuke raised the corners of his mouth and laughed twice with a weird expression.

I don't know why Eriri has the illusion that her sister will cry when she can't see her. Is she too stupid, or is her sister's behavior too confusing?

Did she forget what happened in the morning so quickly?

"Stupid woman, this is breakfast that Onii-chan made for me!"

The milky childish voice was stored in the folder in Hojo Kyosuke's mind. This sentence could make Eriri petrified and heartbroken, but it would melt his heart as a brother.

"Okay, I'll tell Kaseiko that Eriri went to buy a gift for her."

He replied while suppressing his smile, and inexplicably felt a sense of pride in his heart. She is indeed my sister. In just two days, she has made Eriri so obsessed that she wants to give birth to three or four daughters immediately.

"Of course! I will go back immediately tomorrow!"

Eriri on the other side seemed to be guarding next to the phone and replied to the message immediately.

Hojo Kyosuke replied to a few more messages, and only said goodbye to Eriri after a message with the content "kitchen knife, kitchen knife, kitchen knife" popped up.

The bloody kitchen knife is of course not a threatening text message, but it is almost the same. The sender's ID is "Mr. Spencer".

How could the considerate Hojo Kyosuke have the heart to disturb the precious time of the Spencer family reunion?

Wait, precious time? There seems to be something wrong with this...

Who cares, Eriri will be back tomorrow anyway, and I can say a few good words for Mr. Spencer then.

The next message was from Tsuyoshi Osaka, saying that President Kinno of the Mystery Writers Association has scheduled a banquet for this Saturday.

Banquet? Hojo Kyosuke was stunned. Fortunately, his invincible brain was not like its owner, only remembering things related to beautiful girls. If this invincible brain was as obsessed with beauty as the people in the Hojo family, a middle-aged uncle like Tsuyoshi Osaka would have been kicked out of the memory bank long ago.

It was a banquet to help him canvass for votes, so that he could persuade the two members of the social faction committee.

But didn't Osaka ask Naito Akifumi to help him solve this matter last time at the "Carbonated Carbonate" company?

Hojo Kyosuke thought he only needed to wait for the award to be over, but he didn't expect that he would have to do it himself. This old senior is too unreliable.

Thinking of this, he sent a message of great disgust. He and Tsuyoshi Osaka were already friends who could talk about middle-aged diseases, so this level of jokes was completely irrelevant.

Oosaka Tsuyoshi replied immediately. As expected of a writer of girls' novels, chatting online is different from chatting in real life. He even sent a cute emoticon of a little girl rolling her eyes.

"Wouldn't it be better to send the trophy and prize money directly to your house?"

"That would be even better. Formalism is outdated. As mystery novelists, don't you know that occasions like award ceremonies are the most likely to cause murders? Or did Oosaka-san plan to murder me on that day?"

Hojo Kyosuke replied with a smile.

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