The new English teacher

Seito School is built in a lush, verdant environment that still retains part of Musashi's original character. In a magazine's special feature on schools, it was specifically mentioned that the campus is beautiful, surrounded by green trees, and almost excessively large, with lawns everywhere. The magazine said that first-time visitors might mistake it for an off-campus school. This school is church-affiliated. The small chapel standing in the center of the campus perfectly illustrates this. To the left, across the lawn, where you can see the gleaming cross on the chapel's roof, is a white building—that's the students' dormitories.

"When Japanese people think of 'teaching,' they associate it with 'teach,' but in England, it's rarely used except in very special circumstances, such as asking for directions to the station. They would say, 'Would you tell me the way to the station?'" Standing on the podium of Class 3-B, with a slight sweat on her forehead, diligently teaching, was Miho Nishijo, who had just arrived a month ago as an English teacher.

"Teacher, how do you say 'I want to have sex with you' to a woman?" a boy sitting in the corner of the classroom asked, and the whole class burst into laughter. Mihoko, a new teacher, didn't yet have the ability or courage to deftly evade the boys' half-joking, lewd questions. But she couldn't get angry, so she could only blush and stand there helplessly, which only emboldened the boys to jeer even more. Of course, if Mihoko weren't beautiful, the boys wouldn't be so eager to laugh at her. Her long years living abroad had cultivated a cool, confident atmosphere, and her beautiful figure was enough to arouse the curious eyes of the adolescent boys. This day was no different from usual, with the boys constantly teasing her.

"Teacher, what color underwear are you wearing today?"

"Tell us about your first time having sex!"

"What are your thoughts on high school students' sexual behavior?" Things had escalated to the point where they were out of control. The girls the teacher relied on could only whisper "How annoying," "You're so lewd," and wait with curious expressions to see how things would unfold. Mihoko stood blankly on the podium.

"Hey! Quiet down, Mr. Nishijo is so pitiful." The one who suddenly stood up to protect Mihoko was the class representative, Akira Nakanishi.

"Nakanishi, stop pretending to be a good student, you've fallen for Mr. Nishijo, haven't you!"

"Yeah, yeah, he's probably fantasizing about Mr. Nishijo masturbating naked." Another burst of laughter erupted. Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of class. Watching the students' heated exchange, Mihoko felt uneasy, only relaxing when the bell rang. Of course, Mihoko knew that education was different now than in the past, gradually losing its sacred image. But in Mihoko's mind, the idea that the classroom was a sacred place still lingered. But the reality had reached this point; because she had once held high hopes for the teaching profession, Mihoko's distress was correspondingly greater. Walking out of the classroom, just a few meters towards the staff room, she felt something touch her shoulder and turned around.

"Mr. Saijo, how's class going? Are you getting used to it?" This person was Tatsuya Narayura, the world history teacher and also the homeroom teacher for Class 3-B. He was rumored to be a controversial figure, constantly making headlines for giving contraception lessons in class or gathering male students at his home to show pornographic videos, yet he was extremely popular among the students.

"Yes... finally..." Mihoko replied casually, carefully observing Tatsuya, then mentally considering how much nicer clothes she should wear. She had this thought every time she saw Tatsuya. Upon closer inspection, he was handsome, nearly 180 centimeters tall, rather thin, but with a robust frame. However, he seemed completely unconcerned about his appearance; his hair was often disheveled, his suits were wrinkled, and his shirt collars were yellowed.

"People who have lived in America are indeed different. Everyone says your pronunciation is very beautiful. Of course, it's not just your pronunciation that's beautiful."

"Teacher, don't tease me." Seeing Mihoko trying to avoid Tatsuya's gaze, he seized the opportunity to pursue her.

"Mr. Saijo, are you free this weekend?" Mihoko felt he had finally said it. He had been particularly attentive to her when he first arrived. Of course, he wasn't the kind of person Mihoko disliked. But since he was a radical teacher who advocated sexual liberation for high school students, it was best to be careful.

"Um... I don't know yet."

"Meryl Streep's 'In Love' is showing at the Lucky Mini Theater right now, have you seen it?"

"No, not yet, but..."

"I was thinking of asking you to go see it together." "

I didn't expect Mr. Narirai to be so romantic." She had heard about the movie from a friend and had wanted to see it, but she didn't want to agree to his invitation so easily.

"Please don't joke around, I watch romantic movies occasionally too. Is there anything special going on this weekend?"

"No... maybe a classmate from university will come to see me." She made up an excuse on the spot.

"I see, then I'll ask you again around Friday!" Mihoko thought to herself, going is fine... let's part ways at the faculty and staff area. When I returned to my desk, I saw a white envelope on it. It wasn't sealed, and inside was a piece of paper. It looked like a woman's handwriting.

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