[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 27, Chapter 1)

Episode 　　27

********** ...　　　　　　　　　　　 ********** 　　　　　　　　　　　　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Years of comfortable living had long Seeing his disheveled state, I couldn't help but wonder if what Goto Momoko had said earlier about how brave Goto Shigemitsu was as a child was true. 　　"Cho-mai!" 　　Goto Momoko cried out in anger. This time, without her intervention, Cho-mai quickly dropped the chair , reverting to her charming and elegant demeanor, and timidly returned to Goto Momoko's side. 　　Then, Cho-mai saw Kyoka give a thumbs-up in praise. The charming and elegant girl wanted to smile, but she found herself unable to muster even a hint of a smile. 　　Cho-mai and Kyoka sandwiched Goto Momoko between them; Goto Momoko couldn't see their subtle actions. Seeing that they weren't going to do anything more, Goto Momoko bent down to help her husband to the sofa. However, Goto Shigemitsu was too heavy, so she had to ask Cho-mai and Kyoka for help to finally get him onto the sofa. 　　After doing this, Goto Momoko was completely out of breath. She sat beside Goto Shigemitsu, panting heavily, her face pale. 　　"Auntie..." 　　Chomai stood beside her with concern, bending down to gently pat her back. "You're not allowed to do anything strenuous anymore. Your health isn't good to begin with, how can you overwork yourself like this?" 　　"It's alright!" 　　Goto Momoko coughed lightly, "I'm used to it... If there's nothing else, let's go!" 　　"Go?" 　　The charming and refined girl chuckled, "What are you saying? Do you think you can even walk out of here today? My dear Aunt Momoko!" 　　Kyoka chimed in from the side, "Yes, Mrs. Goto, don't worry, with Mr. Goto here, there won't be any problems... Don't you hope your health will improve so you can continue to live happily with Mr. Goto for decades ?" 　　Ordinary words wouldn't have much effect on Goto Momoko, but the beautiful headmistress's words struck a nerve . 　　Goto Momoko and Goto Shigemitsu had no children, and her parents had long since passed away. Her only attachment in the world was Goto Shigemitsu. Even Momoko Goto herself didn't believe she didn't want to grow old with Shigemitsu Goto. 　　"Auntie, haven't you heard? I was slashed across the face by a thug, and it was Mr. Nak who helped me. Look at me now, can you even see a trace?" 　　The pretty, elegant girl pointed to her cheek. "Mr. Nak is proficient in all kinds of medical technology. After , what's a little plastic surgery? He'll make you even prettier than you are now! And there won't be any side effects !" 　　The two of them, one after the other, shifted all of Momoko Goto's worries onto me, making me feel like I wasn't just a miracle doctor, but a medical god. 　　Honestly, these two little girls, aren't they afraid of making empty boasts? 　　Seeing them occasionally giving me meaningful glances, I had to suppress my amusement and said calmly, " Mrs. Goto, although I'm not as good as they say, I'll do my best if you're willing to let me try . This is a promise I, Nak, have made to you!" 　　Generally speaking, you should never promise something you can't keep. 　　This is especially true for doctors; they must be very careful about promises made to patients, otherwise it's extremely bad karma. 　　As the cousin-in-law whom Tendo Shumi likes, Goto Momoko had naturally heard about the many miracles of the miracle doctor Nak; hearing my solemn promise, a glimmer of hope arose in her heart. 　　"Thank you for your kindness... Can I think about it some more?" 　　Goto Momoko glanced at Goto Shigemitsu beside her, still somewhat hesitant. 　　Butterfly Dance had already grasped her aunt's weakness, and said unreasonably, "Aunt, you can consider it. But don't blame me for not telling you, if my mother finds out about this, and you don't recover in the end, then Uncle will probably . As for me... I'll make him know what kind of retribution a heartless person will get!" 　　Goto Momoko was a weak woman to begin with, and she had no idea that Butterfly Dance was completely threatening her... Because just now, this charming and beautiful little Butterfly Dance actually picked up a chair and threw it at her uncle. This ruthlessness was not something an ordinary person could have, and it really frightened Goto Momoko, who thought that Butterfly Dance would really do that.

The thought of Goto Shigemitsu being sent back to his impoverished rural hometown from bustling Tokyo made Goto Momoko feel

uneasy. She always hoped her man would have a better life.

"Don't be like this..."

After a moment's thought, Goto Momoko finally surrendered. "I agree to the treatment... but you have to promise me one

thing."

"I promise,"

Choma said without hesitation.

"Don't you even know what it is?"

Goto Momoko laughed.

"Isn't it that no matter what the outcome, you won't make things difficult for Uncle?"

The pretty and elegant young woman patted her chest and said, "I promise."

Next, Kyoka arranged for Goto Momoko to stay in a hospital room to prepare for her treatment.

Goto Shigemitsu was still unaware of what was happening, but under Choma's

threat, "If you don't spend these next few days with your aunt, I'll skin you alive," he obediently helped his wife out.

This middle-aged man still felt wronged. He hadn't neglected his wife, so why did these two women

see him as so hateful?

"Why aren't you going to help?"

I was about to look at Momoko Goto's medical report again when I suddenly realized that Chomai hadn't left yet.

Hearing my question, she not only didn't leave but also gently closed the door.

The pretty, elegant girl opened her bright eyes and solemnly asked me, "Sir, it's just

the two of . Can you tell me the answer: will my aunt recover?"

"If there's anyone in this world who can save her, I'm one of them,"

I replied calmly, my tone softening. "Alright, this isn't something a child like you should worry about

. Go back to school!"

For some reason, Chomai's eyes lit up, and she smiled gently at me.

"Sir, you and Toshio are both good people… then I'll leave it to you!"

I nodded without speaking.

Chomai knew I was a cold person and didn't seem to mind. She bowed respectfully and turned to leave

the room .

Of course, things wouldn't be that simple, and the Tendo family wouldn't think that was enough.

Next, it was certain that Tendo Shumei would arrive with a large group, partly to take care of her poor cousin-in-law, and partly

to maintain sufficient respect for me and provide any necessary support.

The little girl was very polite; she bowed again at the door before leaving and closing it behind her.

What I didn't notice was that after closing the door, the pretty and elegant girl gently waved her small fist and

revealed an excited smile.

Back at school, the first thing Butterfly did was find Sakura to go for a bath together.

As a luxurious girls' aristocratic school, Sakura Academy, while not luxurious enough to

draw hot springs from a hot spring mountain hundreds of miles away, still had very well-equipped baths.

Not only were there baths in each dormitory, but on the third floor of a multi-functional building, more than fifty rooms of various sizes had

first-class baths for the girls to use for rest and play.

In fact, as mentioned before, just as Chinese dining tables are not only for eating but also for building

relationships and conducting business, Japanese bathhouses and hot springs are not just places for relaxation. Many

high-level company meetings are held here; many cooperative companies' year-end parties are also held here… These

facts are enough to prove the important place that bathhouses and hot springs hold in Japanese culture.

Girls also love to bathe, especially when close friends go together to bathe, eat, and chat—it's

such a comfortable thing!

Sakura Academy has provided them with this opportunity, building so many luxurious bathhouses for them to enjoy.

Since the last Hokkaido terrorist kidnapping incident, Sakurako and Chomai's relationship has become very good, so

it's common for Chomai to invite Sakurako to bathe together.

It's 3:30 PM now, and school classes have long since ended.

Sakurako walks to the door of the agreed-upon room, presses the password Chomai gave her a few

times on the precision electronic lock, and the door opens.

This is Toshiba's latest access control system; once the first person enters, they set a password, and anyone who wants to enter afterward must

know the password to enter.

"Oh dear, Butterfly Dance, they asked me to play basketball, but you told me to come here and slack off. If you make me

gain weight , I won't let you off the hook!"

Sakurako, already familiar with the place, entered through the small door and saw the pretty girl leaning against the pool. While talking, she turned on the showerhead next to her

and started washing herself.

The charming and elegant girl was only wearing a white bath towel. Beside her, on a small wooden plate, was a

small bottle of sake, a few side dishes, and two pairs of chopsticks, which she had just asked the school staff to bring. These foods

were available 24 hours a day in the kitchen, which was very convenient.

Looking at Sakurako's breathtakingly beautiful figure, Butterfly Dance smiled gently.

"Sakurako, you don't need to exercise anymore. Look at your breasts, they're not much different from Eri's, are they?"

"Pah..."

Sakurako heard clearly and said coquettishly, "My breasts are well-developed, okay? You

're comparing Eri's 'cow' breasts to mine? She's not even as tall as me!"

There was a hint of resentment in the spirited beauty's words.

Although she didn't want to compete for the "cow's" reputation, she had always been proud of her large, beautiful breasts. Seeing that the beautiful girl

next to had breasts that were even rounder and larger than hers, she could only lament that she had encountered a monster.

Little did she know, not only Eri, but Sakurako was also

considered a monster in the eyes of many girls in the lower grades... Well, of course, both girls were the objects of worship for those little girls.

After washing her delicate body, Sakurako quickly went to the steaming pool.

"Ah..."

The dashing young woman stretched and said comfortably, "After a long day, taking a hot bath

is the most comfortable thing in life..."

"Oh?"

Butterfly asked in surprise, "Does this make you happier than Richardson being by your side?"

"You brat..."

Sakura's face suddenly turned red, and she reached out to grab the pretty young woman's chest.

"Oh..."

Caught off guard, Butterfly's towel was pulled off, revealing a flawless, snow-white body.

She was a dancer, so her proportions were slightly slender, but incredibly alluring and

beautiful .

Although Sakura had seen her a few times, she was always full of admiration—the dashing beauty didn't

know that Butterfly herself was quite envious of her body, always feeling her breasts weren't big enough and her buttocks

too thin.

Since they were both girls, exposed to Sakura, Butterfly simply made a few playful remarks, laughing and joking with Sakura before

saying nothing more.

It was only after the laughter subsided that Sakura remembered Butterfly's words and that despicable man, and she couldn't help but

sigh.

She hadn't spent many days with that jerk, but Sakura felt that with his departure, her heart

had left too, leaving a painful emptiness.

She used to secretly like Junxiong, and her attraction to Richardson stemmed from the resemblance in his eyes and demeanor

… But later, Sakura was certain that her feelings for Richardson weren't because he resembled Junxiong.

In upon seeing Junxiong again, she subconsciously searched for Richardson's shadow in him.

Was it first love?

The spirited and beautiful girl had asked herself this question more than once.

But she received no answer.

Sakura knew that she wasn't as carefree at school as before, and often found herself lost in thought.

"You jerk!

Don't ever show your face in front of me again, or I'll beat you to a pulp!"

While encouraging herself, Sakura imagined her reunion with Richardson, but even she

couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't burst into tears the moment she saw this despicable man again.

Was this really the feeling of first love?

Seeing the spirited and beautiful girl suddenly lost in thought, Butterfly

sighed .

"He's daydreaming again…

Women in love are such a hassle!"

Butterfly Dance felt sorry for the beautiful girl with a wasp waist and plump hips, and while feeling sorry for her,

the image ... He appeared before her like a god in her moment of crisis? She was held in his arms,

rescued by him without regard for his own safety...

Every time the beautiful girl thought of this man, she felt a warm power in her heart.

When... could she see him again...?

The two beautiful girls were lost in thought, and it took them a while to come back to their senses.

The charming and elegant beauty stretched out a snow-white and shapely leg. "Alright, little maid Yingzi, come and give me

a massage. I've been running around outside for a long time, and my legs are sore."

Yingzi was stunned for a while before she reacted: "You... you're calling me?"

"Yes, is there another person named Yingzi here? Ah..."

Before Butterfly Dance could finish speaking, she was brutally attacked, and her pair of jade breasts fell into Yingzi's clutches. The sore and electric-like

feeling made her scream incessantly.

"Ah...no...I...stop...I saw Mike Richardson..."

The pretty and elegant girl was tickled and sore from the teasing, and it took her a while to finish speaking.

As soon as she finished speaking, the harassment suddenly stopped.

Sakura stared at her blankly, her voice trembling slightly: "You...what did you say?"

"I saw Richardson..."

Butterfly rolled her eyes at her, "Aren't you interested in this news?"

"Oh, Miss Butterfly, you must be tired...let me serve you..."

The dashing and beautiful girl quickly lifted Butterfly's soft and smooth legs and massaged them haphazardly.

"Ouch...stop...it hurts..."

Butterfly immediately cried out in pain. Sakura had not learned massage techniques, and she was also excited

and nervous, so she unconsciously used too much force, causing the little beauty to frown in pain. When she lifted her jade-like legs out of the water, there were

already several bruises, which looked shocking against her snow-white calves.

The spirited and beautiful girl was a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "I'll go back and get the ointment, and then ask

Aunt Tanaka from the massage and conditioning department for help. I guarantee you'll be lively and energetic right away." "

Pah... I'm not a little white rabbit!"

Butterfly Dance glared at her.

"Alright, alright... my dear Butterfly Dance..."

Sakura said with a smile, "Tell me quickly... I'm getting impatient..."

Seeing Sakura's anxiety, the charming and elegant girl couldn't bear to torment her any longer and said seriously, "I

'm not sure if it's him or not, because I'm not very familiar with him, so if I'm wrong, you can't

blame me."

Sakura asked in surprise, "That's not right, you've met Richardson before, how can you not be sure?"

Butterfly Dance said resentfully, "How should I know? Last time I saw him, he was a foreigner, but this time he's become

Japanese. I don't even know if he's a martial artist with magical abilities!"

There was nothing she could do.

Please forgive the Japanese girl's lack of understanding of the martial arts world.

Butterfly Dance only knew about ninjas and samurai;

she was completely unfamiliar with the myriad of Chinese terms like Confucian knight-errant, great knight, demon, Taoist master, and Buddhist master.

Fortunately, the dashing and beautiful girl understood her. After a moment of confusion, her

eyes suddenly lit up: "You mean... he knows the ninja's disguise technique?"

"More or less

," Butterfly Dance scoffed. "I only realized it was similar today because of the way he hit people. My uncle was kicked by him

, and the way he looked was exactly the same as when Xiao Gang was kicked by Richardson!"

The charming and elegant girl vividly remembered the conflict from that day, because after I beat up some of her henchmen,

those vicious Russian thugs stormed in.

Sakura was still somewhat incredulous: "Their hitting techniques are almost identical... maybe it's just a coincidence?"

"Hmm... I think so too

," Butterfly Dance nodded seriously. "That's why I gave you the chance to verify it."

Sakura, who had been silent, suddenly exuded a murderous aura.

"Oh, haha..."

Butterfly Dance quickly laughed, "Look how good I am to you, I've been thinking about helping you find Richardson, and I rushed to tell you about this

uncertain news..."

As she spoke, the pretty and elegant girl muttered to herself, "Uh... I'm not exactly lying

, am I? Even though it was a coincidence, I did help her after all..."

Sure enough, upon hearing that Butterfly had been keeping an eye out for her, Sakura's expression softened considerably. Hesitating for a moment, she

still didn't want to give up the opportunity and said sweetly, "Okay, tell me about this charlatan, I

'll go check him out."

Butterfly chuckled and said, "Actually, he's not far from our school—Suzuki Private

Hospital ."

"Suzuki Private Hospital?"

The spirited girl's expression changed drastically. "Is he injured? Sick?"

"No!"

Butterfly was startled by Sakura's strong reaction and whispered, "He's a doctor there."

"He's a doctor? Are you kidding me?"

Sakura almost laughed.

But quickly, she stopped laughing because Butterfly nodded seriously, "Yes, and you

've heard ."

"Who?"

"Dr. Nak, the miracle doctor Nak!"

"..."

Sakura was stunned again, speechless for a long time.

Butterfly knew that Butterfly wouldn't easily process such a shock, so she didn't rush her but waited for her

to come to her senses .

In fact, when she saw the scene of beating someone up that perfectly matched her memory, and the thought first crossed her mind

, she wondered if she was being a little neurotic?

Connecting .

One was a world-renowned, unparalleled super doctor.

The other was just one of America's so-called top ten bodyguards, barely deserving of the description of agility and quick reflexes.

If there was any connection between them, it was that they were both American, and, well, different skin colors.

But for the two kicks I made, sending Xiao Gang and Goto Shigemitsu flying, although the two

were several months, it wasn't a problem for Butterfly, who had an excellent memory. Moreover, she

was certain that the kicking technique, the force, and the pain reactions of the victims were exactly the same.

This speculation troubled Butterfly, and she also wanted to confirm whether it was really as she suspected.

The pretty and elegant young girl didn't spend much time with me in Hokkaido, so

judging Dr. Nak as Richardson based solely on his kicking motion would be far too naive. Therefore, she immediately thought of

Sakura, who had more contact with Richardson and harbored feelings for him.

It must be said, the saying "a young girl's heart is always poetic" is very apt. Only a girl of this age would

still want to explore further after such an absurd association.

Leaving aside others, even Chomu herself, facing the same situation ten years later,

would certainly differently.

But today, at the tender age of seventeen, Chomu chose to act irrationally, and

very seriously…

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