Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 959 Hiratsuka Shizuka: I can’t tell the difference, I really can’t tell the difference!!

High schools in Japan do not teach all subjects in the first year. For example, for science subjects, some schools teach the basics of biology in the first year, while others teach the basics of physics. It all depends on the school's own choice.

Sobu High School is a school that divides students into arts and science departments upon admission, and all science subjects are taught in the first year.

So right after the biology foundation is the physics foundation. People who are good at science know how easy this kind of exam is. For someone like Hojo Kyosuke who has a super brain, he just needs to pick up a pen and fill in the answers.

Ten minutes later, when other students had only made a few choices, Hojo Kyosuke had already started packing up his stationery.

As early as junior high school, in order to help his subordinates who were taking exams, he had already read through all the exam questions in the world. Not only the annual central exam questions, but also the exam questions of the "secondary examinations" of major universities were all included in the database.

There's no way. Even though there are idiots like Eikichi Onizuka and Ryuji Danma in Angels who can only rely on recommendation to go to college, there are also many top students, especially in Dongcheng High School. Everyone is aiming at the top and generally difficult universities in Japan.

Like the University of Tokyo, Tokyo Institute of Technology, Chiba University, etc., it can be said that any top university that can be named has students who graduated from Dongcheng High School.

Naturally, in order to give guidance to these lovely subordinates, Hojo Kyosuke must expand the question bank as much as possible. He can easily beat the teacher who sets the test paper, but his subordinates can't. They can only see through the university teacher's question-setting ideas and habits and conduct targeted training.

As mentioned before, the area where Ruyilao is located is surrounded by famous universities, so naturally there are many tutoring institutions, including some of the top private schools in the national chain.

When Hojo Kyosuke first moved into Ruyi-ryo, the heads of those private schools had visited him. They had all come into contact with Hojo Kyosuke's subordinates to some extent and knew how powerful he was.

They came to him not because they wanted to hire him as a teacher, but because they wanted to cooperate with him to publish teaching materials and make money. The teaching materials produced by such a god-like academic master would be snapped up by candidates like crazy.

However, facing this good thing that can definitely make money, Hojo Kyosuke refused without a second thought. Although he shamelessly copied and plagiarized the works of his previous life, he is still a good person and will never be a big villain. When he was doing questions in his previous life, he was tortured by those who set the questions and gnashed his teeth. Now he doesn't want to become a bad dragon and be infamous for thousands of years.

In other words, the majority of candidates didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise they would have all run to him and prostrated themselves, crying out, "I'll do it! I'll do it! If I can do Hojo-sama's exercises, I'll do anything!"

After putting away his stationery, Hojo Kyosuke raised his head and, as expected, met a pair of black eyes.

Ah! It turns out to be the lovely teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka!

As always, he is wearing a white coat like Frankenstein, with a white shirt and a black jacket underneath. Once he takes off the coat, he can instantly transform into a bartender.

Wait, is the white coat just to hide the identity of the bartender?

This glance lasted for ten thousand years, and the two people's eyes attracted each other deeply like a magnet.

Hojo Kyosuke leaned back in his chair, staring at the woman on the podium without blinking. The tiredness on his face gradually faded, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the podium, Shizuka Hiratsuka was not actually looking at Hojo Kyosuke, or rather, although her eyes were indeed looking over there, her brain was actually in a blank state.

About thirty centimeters above her head, there is a bubble that ordinary people cannot see. Inside is——"Hiratsuka Shizuka's Daydream"

The gangster girl who found her dream in comics does not like violence and killing. She only wants to find a husband of her dreams and live a happy married life.

Then she couldn't choose her own birth.

After her father and his retainers were seriously injured by a despicable enemy using tricks, she, the daughter of the underworld who always wanted to be bright, had to fall into darkness.

The hard training awakened the power in her blood. One punch, two punches... one enemy after another fell in front of her, but only the corners of her clothes were stained red.

"Oh, it's just a little bit of wind and frost."

As she said this, she had unknowingly gone from "the little daughter of the Hiratsuka family" to "the strongest in the Kita Ward" and now to "the strongest woman on earth".

When people hear her name, they will curl up like crows in winter and dare not make a sound. Even on the battlefield where swords are drawn, they will immediately stop fighting when they hear of her arrival, clean up the bloodstains on the ground and create a smooth path.

"Ah, it's so peaceful."

As she sighed like this, the blood and darkness on her body faded away like snow in spring, the sunlight shone on her body, and she became the light.

No one knew that the former "daughter of the underworld" and "the most powerful woman on earth" had secretly married and had a five-year-old son.

Spring is here, the backyard of the old wooden building is bright and the wide lawn is

A figure in a white coat was playing pass with a kid, with a soft baseball flying back and forth between them. Although the kid was only five years old, he was already passing the ball quite well.

As if she was sweating, the woman in white coat took off her coat, revealing her beautiful figure. The black vest outlined her slender waist, and her breasts looked even more maternal after feeding her offspring.

"Kenichi! Throw it higher, higher!"

The woman shouted to the kid across from him, and the kid waved his arms with a serious face and threw the ball high. But unfortunately, even his father didn't have much strength at this age, so his ball only flew halfway and fell straight down.

So the woman hurried over, looked up at the sky, and moved her feet left and right.

"Ah! I got it! Hahaha, Kenichi's pass was awesome!! Hahaha~~"

Although she is already the mother of a five-year-old child, this woman still smiles as innocently as a three-year-old child.

The little one also ran over laughing, calling "Mom", and threw himself into the woman's arms.

"Kenichi, Kenichi, is passing the ball fun?"

the woman asked.

The little one buried his head in his mother's arms and said sweetly:

"I don't know why mom likes to play pass the ball so much, but since she likes it, I like it too. It's fun!"

"Yoshi, yoshi, you are so good, you are worthy of being your mother's good boy."

The woman touched her son's head and smiled even more happily.

"Hehe, hehe, yoshi yoshi, you're so good, Kenichi~~"

A slightly obscene laugh came from the podium. Although the voice was very small and the words were unclear, it was so obvious in the quiet classroom.

The students who were concentrating on doing their homework looked up one after another, and saw their beloved head teacher smiling foolishly with a dull look on his face.

Yuigahama Yui's cute little face wrinkled instantly, and she looked at Teacher Jing on the podium with disgust and reluctance.

Is Mr. Hiratsuka daydreaming? What on earth is he thinking about that makes him so happy?

If she were seen doing such a shameful thing... the girl couldn't imagine it, but she felt that suicide would definitely be the easiest solution.

Ahhh, Hiratsuka-sensei, drool! My drool is about to flow out!

Yuigahama suddenly opened her mouth wide, her face full of reluctance. But then she quickly closed her mouth again, as if she was afraid that Teacher Jing's saliva would cross the space and flow into her mouth.

Fortunately, although Teacher Hiratsuka was daydreaming, her body still had instinctive consciousness. She sucked the saliva back with a sip, and it didn't affect her dreaming at all.

Eh—Yuigahama couldn't bear it anymore, she lowered her head with a frown, but still raised her head from time to time to take a peek.

Although the exam time was tight, the students still put down their pens and focused on watching Mr. Hiratsuka's excitement.

Some students with bad intentions even took out their mobile phones to take embarrassing photos secretly. Although Japanese mobile phones make sounds when taking photos, this problem can be solved by purchasing overseas versions or downloading a special APP.

A professional pervert would never make such a small mistake. Only those who are suddenly horny and want to commit a crime in the heat of the moment would fall into this kind of thing.

Poor Shizuka Hiratsuka has no idea what is happening in the outside world. Everything she sees with her dazed eyes is motionless, so there is no stimulation to wake her up, and her sweet daydream will continue.

"Mom, I have had a dream since a long time ago, when I was about your age."

The woman held the child in her arms and played with his dark hair with her hands to make the sweat spread.

"What a dream!"

A babyish voice came from her arms, and the woman's face was immediately intoxicated. She said, "You are worthy of being my child, so cute."

"Mom has always wanted to play catch with her son, and that's you."

The woman said softly, her heart filled with happiness, so happy that she was about to faint.

Her life now is just like a dream. She has a lovely son who plays pass with her, and her husband takes care of the housework and cooking. All she has to do is concentrate on being happy.

Hey, who would have thought that I was once a 30-year-old (crossed out) (corrected)... or a 20-something who was still gloomy every day and only dared to yell "I want to get married" when I was drinking? Every day in school, I was ordered around by the principal and had no freedom at all.

Now, I have a well-behaved son who plays pass the ball with me every day and a wonderful husband who doesn't care at all when I push all the housework on him. Where did all this come from?

Hmm? No, wait a minute...

Shouting "I want to get married" every day? Being ordered around by the principal?

When did this happen? Am I not the strongest woman on earth who beats down all enemies with one punch after another?

Who would be so useless as to say that they want to get married all day long? Who would be so cowardly as to be ordered around by the principal? ?

The woman, that is, Shizuka Hiratsuka in the daydream, suddenly discovered the blind spot.

She nervously looked down at her son in her arms, but found that she could not see his cute little face clearly.

"husband!"

"husband!"

She turned her head to look at the house and screamed in panic.

Wait, husband? When did I have a husband? Who is my husband? What's his name? Male or female?

The woman was horrified to find that she knew nothing.

But what reassured her was that a voice soon came from the other side of the house.

"Xiao Jing?"

The sound was like an airplane cloud, steady and powerful; it was also like the cold wind on the Arctic ice field, clear and transparent, touching the heart.

Hey? My husband has a really nice voice.

The woman who had almost been awakened from her daydream just now suddenly stabilized, and even the face of her son in her arms was vaguely visible again.

"Husband~~"

Shizuka Hiratsuka was startled to find that this disgusting sound actually came from her own mouth.

"Here I come~"

As the sound came closer and closer, a figure first appeared in the Japanese-style room, then walked out quickly and stood on the edge of the eaves.

"Xiao Jing? What's wrong? Are you hungry? The meal will be ready soon."

An extremely gentle voice reached Shizuka Hiratsuka's ears, and a happy smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Yuigahama Yui, who had just given up on a question, looked up and happened to see this scene.

Eh!!!

Teacher! Hiratsuka-sensei! Wake up! Your smile is getting more and more obscene! You are just like a pervert on the train, so perverted! !

The girl screamed in her heart, she wanted to make some noise to wake up Teacher Jing. On the one hand, it was because Teacher Jing was usually very nice to them, and on the other hand, she was so embarrassed that her ten toes were digging the soles of her shoes frantically, and her heart was numb and itchy.

But she carefully glanced around and discovered to her despair that everyone had stopped writing and were all appreciating Teacher Jing's performance.

Ebina, Yumiko, Hayama-san, Totsuka-san... She didn't dare look back, but she was sure that with Hojo-san's personality, he would never give up such fun.

“Hehe~Hehe~~”

The perverted laughter continued to ring out.

The students' faces all had a mixture of surprise, unexpectedness, and amusement; in short, it was very complicated, but they all maintained a tacit understanding and refused to make any noise.

ah ah ah...

Yuigahama Yui felt her scalp tingling. She couldn't imagine how Hiratsuka-sensei would react when he found out about this. It was too hopeless.

"Hiratsuka Shizuka's Daydream" in the bubble

The woman holding her big son has regained her composure. She tries to focus her attention on her eyes, trying to see clearly the man standing on the edge of the bed.

She was very tall, at least 1.8 meters tall, and could almost touch the eaves with her hands. She was wearing a blue T-shirt and shorts, and a crimson apron...

What a good figure!

"Suck it-"

In reality, Shizuka Hiratsuka sucked her saliva again. The students exchanged glances, wondering if Shizuka was dreaming about eating. After all, it was almost eleven o'clock, and it was understandable that she was hungry. They were also hungry.

The woman in the daydream kept looking up, the face was very blurry, so she concentrated more and more. The less clear she could see, the more she concentrated, and the more she concentrated, the clearer she became...

at last!

The "daughter of the underworld", "the strongest in the North District", "the strongest woman on earth" finally saw that face clearly. It was...

"Hojo Kyousuke!!!"

A scream rang out in the classroom, scaring the students who were peeking at the scene so much that they all trembled.

Shizuka Hiratsuka raised her hand and pointed her index finger at the boy who was looking at her "affectionately", her arms shaking uncontrollably.

Is it a dream? Is it reality?

She blinked, and the face she was daydreaming about just now completely overlapped with the face in front of her.

I can’t tell the difference. I really can’t tell the difference! (End of this chapter)