[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 27, Chapter 7)

Chapter Seven: The Crazy Bomber

"Why are you only coming out now?"

Sakura, who had been waiting outside, approached happily, pouting. Clearly, the little girl

was unhappy because she hadn't seen me.

"Something came up,"

I smiled, glancing at the three equally anxious young people not far away, and whispered, "Sakura, I

'd like to invite you to a good show."

"A good show?"

Sakura hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was almost nine o'clock; if she didn't hurry home,

the bodyguards at home would probably report to her mother.

I laughed and said, "It's not inviting you to another movie, it's the good show that's about to happen, do you want

to see it?"

"Yes!"

The spirited and beautiful girl's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed.

Since there was no rush, she immediately went to the cinema's food counter, bought two cups of hot milk, grabbed a bunch of

snacks, and pulled me to an empty seat in the lounge area near the window.

Just then, a movie ended, and hundreds of audience members came down from upstairs, discussing the film

's content and their feelings as they left the cinema.

Sakura didn't have to wait long before we sat down, and Miyazawa Akira had already come out of the restroom.

His appearance relieved the three young men who had been waiting. They were afraid this crazy

middle-aged man might do something foolish inside, and they would be in deep trouble.

Seeing Miyazawa Akira's calm expression, the three young men assumed he had accepted the situation and started to

walk out with him, sandwiching him between them.

Just as they were about to meet, Miyazawa Akira suddenly ran, forcefully breaking through the three young men's

encirclement and rushing into the middle of the crowded ticket hall.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

Miyazawa Akira shouted desperately.

Then he abruptly opened his tightly wrapped trench coat and screamed even more desperately, "I have a bomb!"

The hall was already bustling with people and noise, but Miyazawa Akira's shrill voice still drowned out the other

sounds and reached most people's ears.

A bomb!

Holy crap!

Everyone who heard it was terrified. Some immediately covered their heads and lay on the ground, some screamed and ran

away , and some were too scared to move... all sorts of reactions were seen, but what they all had in common was that their faces

were deathly pale.

The three young men who had just reacted and were about to rush over to grab Miyazawa Akira froze, their feet frozen in place

. They could only stare blankly at Miyazawa Akira's back, beads of sweat instantly streaming down their foreheads and bodies,

clearly shaken.

The spirited young girl also burrowed into my arms after hearing Miyazawa Akira's scream. This

was understandable; ever since she was almost kidnapped, she had developed a fear of horror.

"Don't panic, Sakura, look up!"

My words had barely reached Sakura's tightly closed ears when she heard a burst of laughter.

Confused, Sakura quickly looked up and saw Miyazawa Akira, standing to our side, dramatically clutching

the sides of his trench coat, exposing his frail body to everyone.

On Miyazawa Akira's chest, waist, and one side of the inside of his clothes, there were densely packed Coffee Cat keychains,

making him look like a mobile Coffee Cat keychain display.

"Hahaha..."

More people burst into laughter. From extreme panic to absurdity, they didn't realize

what was going on. Most people thought it was a small prank the movie theater had prepared to amuse them

!

Miyazawa Akira was at the most tense and excited moment of his life. He didn't look

at himself , but wondered why these people didn't take the bomb seriously. Were they all just naturally oblivious?

"Don't laugh! Don't move!"

Miyazawa Akira's voice was arrogant and triumphant. "If you move again, I'll detonate the bomb!

I'll blow you all up!"

"Uncle..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Miyazawa Akira felt someone tap his thigh.

He looked down and saw a four- or five-year-old girl looking up at him expectantly: "Can I have

a Coffee Cat keychain? I love Coffee Cat so much!"

Even though Miyazawa Akira himself had a daughter, he was almost driven to despair by the child's innocent words.

If he hadn't known that children don't understand, Miyazawa Akira would have almost shouted, "I'm holding a bomb, not

a Coffee Cat!"

"Hahahaha..."

Many people heard the little girl's words and saw Miyazawa Akira's tearful expression, which made everyone

laugh even harder, and the laughter naturally increased by dozens of decibels.

Sakura was also laughing so hard she couldn't catch her breath. The beautiful girl in my arms said sweetly, "Mike... is this

the show you were talking about? It's so funny! Haha..."

I stroked the beautiful girl's pink back, but inwardly I sighed: "If it weren't for me, this show would probably

really be a show, but such a show is not what everyone wants to see, because it will

cost lives." With so many people laughing and indifferent, even the most excited Miyazawa Akira finally realized what was going on

.

He glanced at himself anxiously, his face instantly turning a purplish-red, even more intense than liver. Trembling

, he coughed up a mouthful of blood in just three seconds before collapsing unconscious to the ground.

The most adorable sight was the little girl. Seeing her uncle lying on the ground ignoring her, she

gritted , squatted down, and tore a coffee cat-shaped clasp off Miyazawa Akira's clothes before

running to her mother.

If Miyazawa Akira had seen this, he would surely have woken up and coughed up blood again.

The staff, realizing it wasn't an event at their cinema, had already rushed over, startled

to see him suddenly collapse.

Fortunately, one of the more quick-witted staff raised his voice, "Thank you for your support. This performance is now

over . We apologize for any inconvenience caused..."

As he spoke, several staff members quickly carried Miyazawa Akira to the nearby office.

"Hahaha..."

"Clap clap clap..."

Hearing the staff's words, the somewhat stunned people started laughing again,

applauding the hardworking actor and cheering loudly.

The beautiful girl in my arms had already stood up, clapping her pink hands vigorously and shouting excitedly. She watched Miyazawa Akira being carried into

the office before reluctantly sitting down in my arms.

"Hmm..."

After taking a sip of the milk I handed her, the bespectacled, busty girl stroked her chest with her small hands to calm her

excited feelings.

The crowd began to disperse at this time. For them, the funny things that happened today were enough

for them to tell their colleagues at work on Monday.

"Let's go!" I patted the beautiful girl's plump buttocks in my arms. The soft and elastic flesh felt

very good to the touch. "Now it's time for us to get down to business."

"What business?"

The dashing and beautiful girl blushed and looked at me shyly, her big eyes almost dripping with tears, full of anticipation and

a little fear.

"Sakura, you're such a little pervert!"

I immediately realized what she thought I was going to take her to do, and couldn't help but smile slightly, kissing her on the lips.

"We're going to the office of this movie theater to pick up that man and take him to Suzuki Private Hospital."

Hearing my teasing, Sakura was wiggling her plump hips and acting coquettishly, but upon hearing the last sentence, she couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Why?"

"Because this is the good show I told you to watch!"

I sighed softly and recounted what had just happened.

The dashing and beautiful girl's expression gradually turned serious.

She was a girl who was born to stand up for the underdog, and besides her generous and forthright personality, she also had a chivalrous spirit.

Hearing about Miyazawa Akira's plight, Sakura felt both sympathy and contempt for him.

She sympathized with him because he was forced into a corner and had no choice but to take this path; she contemptled him because he

didn't consider that he would harm many people watching the movie in order to get revenge on the movie theater.

At the same time, the little girl also felt a bit amused and exasperated by what I had done; thinking about it in anger, the beautiful

girl simply punched me. "You're so mean... That Miyazawa Akira is already so pitiful, and you still have to tease him!

Don't drive him to a nervous breakdown!"

I hugged Sakura and laughed, "If I don't let him vent hysterically, how will his pent-up emotions be

released? Didn't you see him vomit blood and faint at the end? That's how his pent-up emotions dissipated."

"You're not lying to me, are you? Vomiting blood is a sign of getting better?"

Sakura glared at me, "Besides, not only did he not vent, he was also angered by your switcheroo trick,

his mental state should be even worse!"

"Slap..."

I slapped the pretty girl's pert buttocks, which were taut by her denim skirt, again. "You little brat, have you forgotten my

other identity? You dare to contradict my medical common sense, if I don't teach you a lesson today, if I don't make your butt

swell up, you won't know how powerful I am."

The girl's buttocks were very plump, and I didn't feel any pain when I hit them.

Hearing this, Sakura giggled, wrapped her pink arms around me, and whispered, "Mike... please spare your

little Sakura... you've already pinched my breasts until they're swollen, if you spank my bottom too, how will I face anyone

?"

This little devil!

I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her pink lips again. "Alright, stop being naughty, let's go."

"Mmm..."

Sakura obediently stood up. After I whispered a few words in her ear, she nodded and smiled, and we walked one after the other

to the tightly closed office door.

"Bang bang!"

I knocked heavily on the door, and there was an immediate response from inside. A young man opened the office door.

He glanced at me, and when he saw Sakura standing behind me, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but

swallow .

"Who are you looking for?"

Because he saw Sakura, his voice wasn't very harsh.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

I said arrogantly, with a smug look on my face. "Call your manager out to greet my young lady!"

"Your young lady?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then thought that Sakura, with her glasses and large breasts, couldn't be from an ordinary family, so

he asked cautiously, "Which family is she from?"

"Which family? Is that something you can know?"

I said impatiently. "If you don't call your manager out sooner, you'll be packing your things and leaving later. Don't blame

me for not warning you!"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, please wait a moment."

Anyway, he wasn't the one who would ultimately handle things, and he didn't want to make the decision. He could just push the responsibility onto his superiors

.

In less than a minute, a middle-aged man appeared at the door. It was the same man who had just ordered Miyazawa Akira to be driven away.

When he saw me, he looked impatient; but when he saw Sakura, his eyes lit

up : "Excuse me, miss, who is this...?"

Of course, I didn't let Sakura speak and went straight to the point: "Which company owns this shabby movie theater?

Which conglomerate does it belong to?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened. Asking which conglomerate it was right off the bat, wasn't that a bit much?

"Why are you asking that?"

His voice lowered a little.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Give me the name of your company's representative director, my young lady

called him about something."

I was getting increasingly impatient.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, and just like the young man before, he realized this was no simple matter and wanted to pass the buck to

someone higher up. Thinking of this, he immediately said, "Xiaoshe is a

subsidiary , called Sushu Trading."

"Sony?"

Sakura smiled, took out her phone and dialed a number: "Aunt Kazuko, hello, this is Sakura...

Um, it's nothing, I just ran into a little trouble outside and wanted to ask you to put in a good word for me... He said it belongs to a company called Sushu Trading under

your Sony... Okay..."

As she spoke, Sakura handed the phone to the middle-aged man. "Here, someone wants to talk to you."

The middle-aged man knew she was looking for the manager, but the title "Aunt Kazuko" was too unfamiliar, and he wasn't sure whether

to answer the phone.

However, he was also a discerning person; he immediately recognized Sakura's

phone , worth over ten thousand US dollars. A girl owning such a phone was definitely not an ordinary person.

Therefore, the middle-aged man took the phone anyway and respectfully said, "Hello!" "

I am Kazuko Morita from Sony. Follow the instructions of the owner of this phone."

"Oh…yes…you…"

The middle-aged man didn't react immediately, and was about to ask who Kazuko Morita was at Sony when the other

party hung up.

Seeing him return the phone to Sakura with a bewildered expression, looking like he wanted to ask but dared not, I understood that

his rank was too low; he couldn't possibly have access to someone of Morita Masashige's level, so how could he know Kazuko Morita's

identity?

So I chimed in, "The daughter-in-law of Mr. Akio Morita, one of the founders of Sony, is named

Kazuko Morita."

"Ah?"

The middle-aged man trembled with shock.

Good heavens, the big boss's wife?

He felt like he was about to collapse, quickly grabbing the doorframe for support, staring at us in horror.

No wonder he was so arrogant earlier. To call the big boss's wife "Auntie," her family couldn't be simple.

Seeing the uncertain look on his face, Sakura thought he didn't believe her, and raised an eyebrow: "What?

Auntie Kazuko is going back on her word? Should I let Uncle Morita, or Uncle Takagawa, talk to you?"

Uncle Morita?

Uncle Takagawa?

Having learned from what he'd just said, the middle-aged man immediately remembered the two owners of Sony—Masashige Morita! Terube

Takagawa!

No wonder he asked about such a high-level conglomerate; it turned out she was also

a daughter !

He could no longer stop the cold sweat from his face, and he managed to force a smile that looked more like a grimace. "

Miss, no need, no need, I don't want to die young... Please tell me what you need, I

'll do my best to get it done!"

I pointed inside and said, "Did you just drag that Miyazawa Akira in there? Don't make things difficult for him,

the people from Suzuki Private Hospital will take him away soon."

"Ah?"

The middle-aged man was even more frightened, looking pitifully at Sakurako: "He, he knows you, Miss?"

"Don't ask about things that aren't your business, don't be so rude."

I looked at him with disgust, but turned to Sakurako with a fawning smile: "Miss, let's

go , otherwise Madam will be urging us."

Sakurako suppressed her smile, didn't even look at the middle-aged man, and walked out.

The poor middle-aged manager didn't dare to care about Sakurako's coldness, and immediately bowed deeply, his head almost touching

his feet, still feeling that he wasn't respectful enough.

"Bang..."

Just a minute later, a dull thud startled the middle-aged manager awake.

He turned around and saw that the sound came from the monitoring room. Just then, the door to the monitoring room burst open, and

several subordinates tumbled out through a cloud of smoke.

"It's terrible, Manager! All the monitors have short-circuited! All the surveillance data for today is destroyed!"

they shouted at the middle-aged man.

"So what if they're broken?"

the middle-aged man said dismissively. "Get out of here, all of you. Call someone to fix them. Don't bother me unless it's important."

He had no time to worry about the monitors; the young lady who had just left was his primary

concern .

After walking back to his office alone, he thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed a number: "Executive Manager, hello!

This is Sawada from the Nishi-Ikebukuro Hero Cinema..."

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