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Her rosy complexion turned pale in an instant.
"Eh? Is Yukino-sensei feeling unwell?"
Sonoko Suzuki said with concern.
"Do you need me to help you to the infirmary to rest for a while?"
"Need not..."
Yukino Yukari quickly shook her head in refusal, straightened up, and forced a smile.
Seeing that Sonoko Suzuki didn't seem to suspect her and Aoba's actions, she breathed a sigh of relief and glanced to the side:
"I need to check on the students in the auditorium, so I'll take my leave now."
The words fell.
He then turned and walked toward the auditorium, not forgetting to give Aoba an apologetic look as he passed by.
"That's really strange..."
After watching Yukino Yukari disappear, Suzuki Sonoko immediately turned to look at Aoba suspiciously:
What were you doing just now?
The distance between them was so close, it didn't seem like the normal distance between a teacher and a student.
In particular, the burgundy dress and Aoba's dark black dress look like they're wearing matching outfits.
Upon closer inspection, Yukino Yukari's face showed an unnatural pale flush, and even the tear stains at the corners of her eyes were still wet.
It looks like they're flirting no matter how you look at it!
???
Even Sonoko Suzuki, who had never been in a relationship, seemed to smell the sour, pungent scent of love in the air.
Her composure, emanating from her high position, prevented her from being overly gossipy, but she was still somewhat curious and asked:
"Are you dating Yukino-sensei?"
Aoba had been teasing Yukino-sensei, but Sonoko Suzuki caught him red-handed. Although he noticed first, he was still caught off guard. Luckily, he's thick-skinned.
No, it should be that their acting skills are up to par.
If I said it directly, I'm afraid Ms. Yukino would lose face, so she shook her head slightly in denial:
"What are you saying, Ms. Suzuki? Yukino-sensei and I are just very good friends."
We have a very good relationship... friends...
Sonoko Suzuki blinked, then, remembering Yukino Yukari's completely different appearance in peacetime, she immediately understood.
—The relationship between the two is already public knowledge, but they are not ready to let outsiders know for the time being.
For some reason, she felt a sense of loss, as if a treasure she had discovered had suddenly been stolen by someone else, and she was also inexplicably embarrassed.
"Oh, really? I never would have guessed..."
After Aoba finished speaking, he looked at Futaro, who was hiding in a corner with his eyes closed, reviewing the game:
"Futaro, let's go."
"Ms. Suzuki, if there's nothing else, we'll go and make our preparations."
The classic song "Sakura" was already playing outside the auditorium. Its melody, carrying a touch of sadness and hope, added a joyful atmosphere to the auditorium.
This atmosphere inadvertently touched upon a different perspective on Aoba in Suzuki Sonoko.
It's not just in his capacity as the principal.
More often than not, it's based on their perspective as peers or friends towards Aoba.
After Aoba and Futaro had walked a few steps away, Sonoko Suzuki suddenly shouted loudly:
"Hey, Aoba!"
"what happened again?"
Are we... friends?
"Is Ms. Suzuki short of friends?"
Aoba turned her head and waved:
"If they are friends I can greet, then they are already friends."
Sonoko Suzuki shook her head:
"I'm talking about something else..."
"What kind?"
The young lady of the Suzuki Group suddenly parted her lips slightly, a teasing smile spreading across her face.
"It's similar to what Yukino-sensei does!"
What are you doing?!
Aoba helplessly gave the middle finger to someone behind her.
This woman...
"It is my honor to be considered a friend by Ms. Suzuki. Please take good care of me in the future."
"Ok!"
Sonoko Suzuki nodded deeply and smiled:
"Please take care of me from now on, Aoba-kun!"
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Waiting room.
"Ugh..."
"Why are you sighing so loudly, abandoning four or seven days like noon?"
"How can the differences between people be so vast..."
"What's wrong..."
"You haven't studied anything for five years, yet your memory is so good. Suddenly I feel like I have absolutely no talent."
Futaro held the manuscript covered in annotations and sighed dejectedly.
His encounter with Saitama at the Hero Association a few days ago had also dealt him a heavy blow.
What he had once persisted in and fought for was, in the eyes of those guys in the association, nothing could stand in his way.
Whether it's steel, cement, or anything else.
They're all so fragile they'd shatter at the slightest touch!
Even if he could change his family's current situation, what if he ran into some weirdo or ghoul...?
He was helpless even against the simplest C-class monsters.
What problem did you encounter?
Aoba sat down next to Futaro and looked at his best friend, speaking to him.
"A problem? It's not really a problem."
Futaro sighed helplessly.
"I'm just feeling sentimental. I encountered a strange person a few days ago, and last night it was a monster attack or something..."
"Those reinforced concrete buildings vanished in an instant, making me feel that I am nothing more than a human being."
"So you're no longer human?"
"Qingye suddenly teased."
"Having witnessed power far beyond one's own, one realizes the infinity of the universe and the insignificance of one's own being..."
"Don't try to fool me with classical Chinese, but if you really think about it, it's pretty much the same."
Futaro rubbed his head with a wry smile:
"I sought out Saitama before because of those powers beyond common sense. In the lab I was in, a senior student was under too much pressure and turned into a monster..."
"My usually serious senior brother suddenly turned into a monster... Ha, even our mentor was scared crazy."
Aoba listened intently. "Are you worried?"
"Worry?"
"It's more accurate to say it's fear."
Futaro mocked himself:
"I'm afraid that one day I'll become a monster that even I'm afraid of because of something..."
"My talent is probably about the same as my senior's, but in terms of physical ability, I'm nowhere near Saitama's..."
"Aoba, I'm really scared..."
Futaro's voice trembled slightly as he leaned back against the wall, the manuscript in his hand covering his face, obscuring his expression.
Aoba didn't listen quietly.
There was no comfort, and no words were spoken.
Only the sound of soft breathing filled the room.
This is a silent communication between two men, one that doesn't even require verbal dialogue.
Just being there for someone might be enough.
The music in the auditorium gradually faded away.
The host began testing the microphone, and the backstage fell silent at that moment. (Read thrilling novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
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