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Ever since that day in Shenyuan, he had been paying attention to these things, consciously or unconsciously. He seemed to like being with young girls.
Whether it is Chitose, Kuka, or the current Matsumae.
Fujii Itsu felt that he didn't want to reject them.
"Teacher doesn't want to?"
Want to reject Matsumae?
No. I don’t really want to refuse.
If I reject Matsumae, she will probably be sad.
Fujii Itsuki suddenly discovered a hidden characteristic of his own - he didn't like girls to be sad, and wanted to be considerate and caring towards them.
Am I really a pervert?
In twenty-six years, I have never felt such emotions.
No, I have to overcome this mentality.
He wants to return to normal status.
"Teacher Fujii?"
Fujii Itsuki came to his senses and had a good idea.
If we want to overcome this situation, we must face the youthful troubles of these girls head on.
Just like Liuxia Hui, who was worried that the woman would freeze to death, so he unbuttoned his coat and wrapped her tightly.
Even if there is physical contact, it is out of concern for the girl's safety.
This is what a gentleman is.
It was the same when I went to Matsumae's house. I just wanted to take care of Matsumae's adolescent troubles.
"no problem."
When Matsumae Shinchun heard the teacher's agreement, she was very happy and quickly said:
"I want to go home early this afternoon! I want to prepare a welcome dinner for Mr. Fujii in advance."
Fujii Itsuki forced a smile, "No need to be so grand."
The two returned to the issue that Matsumae had asked for help with.
Matsumae Shinchun said: "In fact, this question has troubled me for many years. I have asked many teachers, but they don't quite know what this song is."
"This piece of music?"
Matsumae Shinchun nodded slightly, "It's the song I played just now, the one that Mr. Fujii said was a little messy."
"Oh, that song just now."
"Teacher, do you know what it is? I used to hear my mother play it and I still remember it."
Matsumae Shinharu didn't have much hope because the older generation of musicians who had come to the Holy Lady Wind Orchestra before hadn't been able to recognize her.
"It should be a meditation song."
"Meditation?"
"It is the one by Massenet, called the Meditation of Thaïs. Give me the violin."
Fujii Itsuki picked up the violin again, recalled the melody that Matsumae Shinharu had just played in his mind, and then played it according to the music score in his mind.
Matsumae Shinchun's pupils dilated and she even stuttered when she spoke:
"That's it. That's the one!"
Fujii Itsuki's music did not stop, and Matsumae Shinchun's mind seemed to tremble along with the strings. Suddenly, it seemed as if she had gone back to the past, when her mother was still by her side.
"The professor has extensively adapted this piece of music. You played the part that the professor adapted. It's normal that no one recognized it. I've only heard it a few times."
Fujii Itsuki put down the violin and found that Matsumae Shinchun's eyes were wet.
He was surprised and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's nothing. It's just that hearing Mr. Fujii's performance reminds me of my mother who used to peek behind the tree."
Fujii Itsuki touched his body and luckily he had the wet wipes that Zhang Jiuhua had given him in the morning.
"Take it and wipe it."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujii, I lost my composure again."
"Human nature."
Matsumae Shinchun quickly calmed down.
The way she looked at Fujii Itsuki was completely different at this time.
The girl suddenly realized that she overlapped the shadow of him playing the violin with the shadow of her mother.
The girl realized it at this time.
As expected, Mr. Fujii is unique.
*
The time came one hour ago.
Jiu Huayue got up early and wanted to cook a bowl of noodles for the uncle, but she found that the uncle had already gone to school. The girl thought: "Why is he going so early? Is he afraid that I will say that he didn't clean his room in the morning?"
She ran to Fujii Itsuki's room and took a look.
Sure enough.
"Really? You still don't know how to clean up! I've told you so many times."
Jiuhuayue sighed, went into his room, and folded his quilt.
Everyone’s room has a different smell, and this is especially true for the opposite sex.
Jiuhuayue could clearly sense this when she was helping Fujii Itsuki tidy up the quilt.
I folded the quilt and helped him put the clothes hanger into the closet.
Jiu Huayue closed the closet and was about to leave his room when she suddenly saw a white shirt hanging next to the uncle's laundry basket.
She didn't know how, but when she came to her senses, the shirt was in her hands.
She stared.
Hands. Raise slightly upwards.
After a moment, Jiuhuayue put the shirt back.
With a "click", she immediately turned around and went out. In less than ten minutes, she changed into her school uniform, put on her music box, picked up her schoolbag, and took the bus to school.
Jiuhuayue was in the carriage, still breathing rapidly.
'What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about?'
'How could you do this to your best friend?'
'Even the perverted uncle has never done such a perverted thing!'
Constantly questioning my inner self seems to make me feel better.
Jiuhuayue returned to peace.
She understands her feelings, and she relies on the uncle more like a good friend.
When you are sad, it is normal to cry in the arms of a good friend, isn't it?
Leaning on a good friend's shoulder and asking for comfort from the other person also falls within the scope of being good friends, doesn't it?
She was glad that she didn't do anything out of line, which would have made the relationship between them impure and made the distance between them even greater.
Jiuhuayue didn't want this to happen.
When she arrived at school, it was still early, as morning reading would not start until 8 o'clock. She put down her schoolbag and went to the club building.
She approached the music classroom and was about to push the door open when she heard two people talking inside.
She listened carefully.
It’s an uncle. And there’s Matsumae Shinharu.
Jiuhuayue did not push the door open, but chose to eavesdrop outside.
[Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fujii.]
[Thank you, Mr. Fujii.]
[Teacher Fujii, I will go home early today! I want to prepare a sumptuous dinner for you!]
Outside the music classroom, Jiuhuayue, holding a music box and leaning against the wall, listened to the entire conversation between the two.
She knew that Matsumae Shinchun knew about the relationship between her and the uncle.
The girl lowered her head, staring at the pair of black leather shoes close together on her feet, muttering the name of her childhood sweetheart.
"Xinchun, what do you want to do?"
Chapter 94 Overt and covert fighting
"Today is Friday and tomorrow is a holiday, so the homework assigned today is..."
On the afternoon of the day he agreed to go to Matsumae's house for dinner, Fujii Itsuki put down his Chinese textbook. Before he could finish his words, the girls in the classroom sighed.
"Eh--!"
"Teacher Fujii, Teacher Fujii! Give me less homework!"
"Teacher Fujii! Everyone has worked so hard for a week. Can you please give us less homework? It would be best if there is no homework at all!"
"Lian-chan and I want to go to Sapporo on Saturday."
"What?! This is too much! Lingzi, why didn't you call me?"
What are these students thinking?