You did it on purpose

Hina motioned for the apple in her hand, then stretched out her soft white hand, and squeezed his sensual arm, looking a little desperate.

"Lose weight? Is that true?" Asahi couldn't help but hesitate.

"I'm not stupid, did I starve myself on purpose?"

"It may be." Just as Hina was about to get angry, Asahi continued: "But... I like girls who are a bit fleshy, and have curvy curves like Hina-chan. There's nothing better than a voluptuous body."

"Is that true? Wait… you are abusing Sensei again!"

Realizing that she was being wronged again, Hina glared at him angrily.

Asahi spread his hands to reveal his unintentional mistake, and then started to enjoy his food.

Today's dish on the first floor is Tamagoyaki and Chawanmushi? Why are all the eggs. Oh, next to it are rice balls mixed with dried plums, pine and seaweed.

Asahi then opened the second floor, and there was still a bit of heat coming out after it was opened.

Knowing that Asahi has a big appetite and likes to eat hot food. Hina made him some pork rice, with two kinds of homemade pickles on the side.

Is the insulation effect so good?

Muttering to himself, Asahi leaned closer to Hina: "Why are you making pork rice after making rice balls?"

"Ah, I almost forgot, I made rice balls for myself." Hina patted her forehead sweetly, and then seemed to remember something: "How can I eat without tissues?"

Asahi saw that Hina was looking at the computer and had no tissues on her body, so he used the chopsticks he had just eaten to hand her a rice ball: "Here, I don't hate you."

Hina gave him a blank look, staring at the rice ball in her mouth, wondering if this wasn't good.

"I didn't want the computer to get oil on it, so you opened your mouth obediently."

Maybe because of the vibration on the road, the rice ball was soaked in oil next to the interlayer, so it couldn't be eaten by hand.

Hina hesitates and bites a little, everything is difficult at the beginning, but after the first, there will be a second, and after the second ... She will get used to it.

Hina didn't feel relieved until she finished eating the two rice balls, she was careful not to touch her chopsticks in the process.

"What a woman." Watching her swallow the last mouthful, Asahi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Too bad?"

"If a student just came out from the roof, maybe it will be able to announce the relationship between me and Sensei and student Hina-chan."

Only then did Hina remember how bad it was, and look up at the roof entrance in panic, only to see there was nobody now.

"Don't scare me." Clapping her towering chest, Hina complained, "None of the students should have seen it."

Asahi looked at her: "The important thing is worrying looks, don't mind falling in love with Sensei and students?"

"No, I just haven't had time to refute it yet!" Hina hurriedly explained, but no matter how she listened to his words, she felt weak.

Asahi waved his hand, expressing his understanding with clear eyes.

The angry Hina wanted to bite: "I will not fall in love with students."

"Oh?" Asahi didn't take it seriously, but instead found a loophole: "That means you'll be fine after graduation, then Hina-chan will wait for me obediently for a year."

Instead of talking to him at all, Hina once again focused on the novel.

...

Until the reunion after finishing the last chapter, Hina suddenly closed her eyes and started to feel nostalgic.

From the first meeting between teacher and students in the gazebo because of the rain, after accumulating time, they met again and again. Despite the age difference, they still have a good impression of each other, like a pair of glasses. Delicate red wine, takes time to wake up.

Deeper in the storyline, the teacher becomes vulnerable and escapes reality, while students boldly pursue their dreams and study abroad to learn technology.

But the story never cared about clichés, only whether it could be written well.

"How?" Taking advantage of this time, Asahi took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his mouth, then asked after finishing the bento.

Hina stared blankly, and her original feelings disappeared completely: "You... why don't you give me a tissue if you have one?"

"Oh, I forgot." Asahi was quite calm.

"You did this on purpose!"

"It really looks like that to you."

Soon, a chase ensued.

If Hina could find an excuse for herself before, then Asahi would definitely make her feel embarrassed and angry now.

He still wasn't the Hina in Asahi's memories, who had grown used to society two years later, and because of that, she was now more open.

"Break time, I think we need a half time break."

Looking at the beautiful female teacher who was panting slightly, Asahi had to admit that Hina's charm value soared at this moment.

"If you really want to vent your anger, then come on."

Sitting back on the spot, Asahi was breathing normally, it looked like he really had no intention of running away.