[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 1, Chapter 10)

Chapter Ten: Triumph in the Medical Profession

Less than half an hour later, just ten minutes later, I, dressed in a sharp suit, arrived at Maki Tamaki's

office .

"Ms. Liu, you don't have a class today, do you? What brings you here?"

Maki Tamaki was processing documents and seemed a little surprised to see me.

I recounted the phone call from the girls, omitting, of course, their

teasing of me.

Now, as a teacher, I

must requires the head of academic affairs' permission.

"I see."

Maki Tamaki put down her pen, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's

normal because I think it's good too. However, the school has its rules, and our contract

clearly states that you have the right to refuse their requests."

She paused, then added, "Yes, of course. If you're willing to add extra classes for them, the school

will pay you for it, so don't worry."

This head of academic affairs, in the end, still hoped I would agree to the girls' request.

Regardless of other aspects of Tamaki Maki's character, she truly dedicates herself wholeheartedly to serving the girls, which

explains why Sakura Academy has become the best private aristocratic girls' school in all of Japan.

"I also hope to spend more time with the children. If it helps them improve and enrich themselves

, I'm happy to add an extra class,"

I said after a moment's thought.

"Okay, I'll prepare the new contract. You can come and sign it later."

Tamaki Maki visibly relaxed. "Now, go and teach them. You know the place,

right?"

"Yes, I'll go out now, Headmaster."

"Wait a minute."

Tamaki Maki called after me, seemingly casually saying, "Ms. Yanagi, when are you going to bring your girlfriend

along for a meal with the teachers at our school?"

I was slightly taken aback, then chuckled inwardly. Now I knew why the girls called her the old witch.

She was always prepared for all sorts of unexpected events, and even if these events were unlikely to happen, she would

try her best to eliminate all potential dangers... For example, she was afraid the girls would fight, so she would have

a teacher follow them at all times.

Actually, the girls didn't even have such intentions, so this precaution was superfluous and quite

annoying.

Another example is what she just said; although it ostensibly invited me to a meal with everyone, she was actually

reminding me to bring my girlfriend.

As for why she wanted me to bring my girlfriend, it was naturally because she saw how much the girls enjoyed my lectures

, and she was afraid I would develop a teacher-student relationship with them, affecting the reputation of Sakura Academy.

"But Director, I've only been in Japan for four days, and I haven't had time to find a girlfriend yet,"

I honestly replied.

"Didn't I tell you to go find someone?"

Tamaki Maki looked at me with exasperation. "You're handsome, incredibly knowledgeable, have a

great job, and most importantly, you're from a hereditary noble family. If you just tell people about these qualities, at least

half the girls in Tokyo would want to get into your bed!"

Faced with Tamaki Maki's usual bluntness, I automatically filtered out any useless words: "Director, finding

a girlfriend requires feelings. In just four days, would you believe me if I said I found a girlfriend I like

?"

Tamaki Maki waved her hand: "Who asked you to find a girlfriend you truly love? Liu Junxiong, you came back from America

, you should know the term 'sexual partner' better than I do, right? I'm asking you to find a few bed partners, and then you can

find a girlfriend slowly! The most important thing is, you can't use your unfulfilled desires to target the children."

The dean's eyes became eerily ghostly: "Mr. Liu, don't blame me for not

warning you beforehand, if you dare to touch my children, you'll become a eunuch... I'll do it myself."

This statement was absolutely domineering!

Even I, a seasoned assassin who has faced death countless times, couldn't help but shudder. My whole body, especially my groin,

felt a chill.

"Director, I'm not that desperate. You have to trust my character... Ah, it's time

. I have to go teach the children."

Once fear took hold, the room suddenly felt eerie. After a hasty farewell, I

fled as if my life depended on it.

Tamaki Maki watched my retreating figure, snorted coldly, and continued to bury herself in her work.

However, at the same time, a question that had always lingered in her mind resurfaced: Principal, Principal, how could you let

this young man into Sakura Academy? Don't you know how tempting a young, handsome, and talented nobleman

is to the girls? Sakura Academy's reputation shouldn't be ruined by this

man...?

Classroom 309, "Katsu-ro" Building.

When I entered the classroom, twelve girls were sitting upright in their seats.

Standing on the podium, I glanced at Morita Yuko. Beside the shy girl's desk lay the electronic detection device she

liked to hold.

Yuko noticed my gaze, gave me a soft look, and without flinching, put her precious device back in

her bag under the desk. Earlier, as I reached the stairwell, I heard chattering laughter, but as soon as

I entered the hallway, the girls immediately ran back to their seats. Such foresight

was clearly thanks to Morita Yuko.

I didn't intend to question them. Inquiring about trivial matters wasn't a man's style, much less

a teacher's behavior. Besides, the girls at least showed me some respect on the surface, which

was already a friendly gesture for someone who had only taught them one class.

"I'm glad you asked me to come and teach your class today,"

I said, my first words from the podium. The girls were somewhat incredulous; they had

expected me to pursue the matter of their previous teasing.

"Because I can feel your determination to gain more knowledge in your voices over the phone."

I looked at them sincerely. "And teaching you more knowledge is also my purpose in coming here."

"Junxiong, don't be so serious, okay?"

Eri pouted her pink lips. "Please, we just want to hear fun stories. I

'm ."

She seemed to be purely disruptive.

I had wanted to get closer to them, but her interruption completely ruined the warm atmosphere,

eliciting giggles from the girls.

That brat!

I thought to myself, I'll have to catch you, tie you up, and SM you sometime, then you

'll know what fear is.

"Eri-kun is right. Learning and listening to stories are just different ways of saying things. Since you all

like listening to stories, let's tell another one today."

I said calmly, "Which kind of story do you want to hear?"

"Matsushita Konosuke's!"

"Mitsui Hachirobei Takatoshi's!"

"Honda Soichiro's!"

The girls chimed in, each with their own interests, and I knew I

couldn't .

As they talked, all the girls' eyes turned to me.

"Toshio, you must like telling stories about Matsushita Konosuke, right?"

"No, Toshio likes telling stories about Mitsui Hachirobei Takatoshi, um... right?"

Seeing that the girls were about to turn their attention to me, I quickly raised my hand: "Okay, stop

arguing , or I won't say anything and will go home to sleep right now."

This threat was quite effective. The girls were reluctant to give up such a fun "toy" and quickly

shut their mouths, their bright eyes looking at me with a watery gaze, which gave me a sense of accomplishment.

"Let's not talk about Japanese businessmen today, let's turn our attention to the modern commercial kingdom of America."

I'm very familiar with America, and I immediately mentioned a name: "Let's talk about Levi

Strauss "

"Who is this guy with such a long and stinky name? A scientist or Super Star?"

Takahashi Midori asked lazily.

"He's just a businessman, but he's also a celebrity."

I glanced at her: "Takahashi-san, why don't you come up on stage and walk the runway?"

Takahashi Midori immediately perked up. Being a beauty, she was most proud of her

long slender, and fair legs. With legs like those, Takahashi Midori would definitely be the most dazzling star on the runway.

However, because of her status, she would never appear in such a public place, so

she could only practice as a hobby at school.

She stood up and walked gracefully around, deliberately abandoning her lazy demeanor, raising her head high, and

revealing an extremely indifferent expression, instantly transforming her aura from charming and alluring to cold and bewitching.

In my opinion, compared to the models at New York Fashion Week, she only lacked a more natural

attitude, and her breasts were a bit larger than those of those stunners. Otherwise, considering everything else,

she would be a top model.

"Did you guys see Takahashi-san's pants?"

Takahashi Midori returned to her seat, eagerly wanting me to praise her, but to her surprise, I asked this question.

The girl muttered a few words, her face darkening.

However, the other girls didn't care about her mood and answered my question one after another: "Isn't that

the Levi's 702, the limited edition one?"

"Ah, teacher, I know, you were talking about the founder of Levi's, right?"

Takagawa Kana was the first to react.

I said approvingly, "Yes, for anyone who loves wearing denim, Levi

's will always be more significant than equally famous brands like Gap and Edwin, because it represents

the spirit of American cowboys: resilience, optimism, hard work, and dedication to their ideals." "

But these denim clothes aren't exactly designer brands. Compared to the custom-made clothes from Hachioji,

they're just ordinary brands,"

Takahashi Midori, who had just been hurt, finally had a chance to retaliate. "

Takahashi-kun, what you just said was incredibly foolish,"

I said, my expression suddenly turning serious. "In your eyes, perhaps only very expensive things are designer brands,

but the difference between a designer brand and a super-designer brand isn't about their price, but about

the meaning they represent. Even if it's not the most expensive brand, it still has its own spirit and dignity. And the meaning behind such a brand

is not something you can trample on at will."

"I...I didn't!"

Midori Takahashi stammered guiltily, "It's your fault, teacher, you bullied me, that's why I'm angry."

I glanced at her calmly, "What I'm saying is for your own good. Children, your

backgrounds are better than others, that's fate, there's no way to force it, no way to change it. But any good

background can become the worst outcome, and the worst background can become the most perfect fairy tale. I hope

you understand that if you don't cherish it, don't enrich yourselves and study, then one day

you will be far removed from your current wonderful life."

I paused, my voice infused with a touch of true energy, "Therefore, I hope that when you are studying,

you don't put on an arrogant attitude, it won't do you any good. Knowledge

will only enter your minds and become your strength when you humbly ask for help."

The girls fell silent.

They were just flowers in a greenhouse, no one had ever said these earnest words to them before, perhaps no

one had the opportunity to say them, and they might not have wanted to listen anyway.

Today was also a coincidence. Something from before led us to this point, and

by bringing

up naturally, the girls would be more likely to listen. "Takahashi-san, if you don't want people to point at you and say, 'This is Mr. Takahashi...'"

"My daughter!" If you expect others to respectfully say, "This is Miss Midori Takahashi!" then please

relax your pouting lips.

My eyes met those of the somewhat indignant, charming girl. "A teacher's role is to help you become the person you

want to be. You must believe in your teacher, believe in yourself, and you will definitely have a sky of your own."

"You talkative fellow..."

Midori Takahashi said softly, then raised her head. "Toshio, I'll give you a year. If

you can't keep your promise, I'll ride you around the school grounds to show you that words aren't

just promises."

I calmly retorted, "If I do keep it, what punishment will you receive?"

Midori Takahashi wasn't afraid of me, and straightened her beautiful figure. "Whatever."

Those three words were firm and resounding.

A small incident couldn't diminish the girls' interest in hearing the story.

After Midori Takahashi and I made the bet with a high five, they obediently sat on the bench and listened to me tell

the story of Levi Strauss.

Compared to the two founders of Sony I discussed yesterday, this foreigner also started from scratch,

but his success has a distinctly American style: circumstance makes heroes.

The Japanese prefer a meticulous, step-by-step approach, with most successful individuals relying on decades of

persistent effort.

Americans, on the other hand, are more laid-back; a flash of inspiration or a stroke of luck is crucial.

Both approaches have their advantages and disadvantages; neither should be imitated entirely, nor should they be completely

rejected.

While telling Levi's story, I interspersed comparisons with Japanese businessmen,

naturally leading to many interesting anecdotes. The girls listened with rapt attention, as if transported back to the 19th-century American

gold rush, as if witnessing the clashes between Levi and Japanese businessmen.

Even the most captivating stories must come to an end. An hour later, with the girls clearly still wanting more,

I concluded my miraculous tale.

"I don't want you to tell me what you felt today. Write down your thoughts when you get back, and I hope you can put them on my desk before I come to class tomorrow

afternoon ."

I waved to the girls and turned to dash out of the classroom.

This time, the girls were clearly prepared. Eri ran out almost right after me, but could only see

the wide, quiet corridor; she didn't even see my shadow.

An astonished Eri told them about this strange incident, and while the other girls marveled, they all turned their gazes to

the shy girl.

"Soon, I reached the stairs in ten seconds,"

Morita Yuko said softly, maintaining her characteristic conciseness.

"Hmph! Running so fast, she's probably going to be Midori's horse!"

Eri said fiercely.

"Ugh..."

Takahashi Midori reached out to tickle her, and Eri quickly hid behind Koharu and the others. The girls laughed and joked around

, the classroom filled with youthful energy.

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