Chapter 45 Homeroom Teacher
The two returned to the classroom one after another. After the affection after eating, it was close to the middle of the lunch break.
A few students were scattered in the classroom, either napping or continuing to read and preview. The arrival of the two made the boys in the back put down their comic books and make expressions at Sato Shinichi with winks and gestures.
Kazumi’s eyes did not miss the boys’ actions, but these small actions between young boys could only make her smile helplessly. When would it be her turn to be gossiped about by others…
After all, being the subject of gossip among classmates meant being a prominent figure in the class, or at least having a girlfriend, which was impossible for the former transparent Kazumi.
Ignoring the boys in the back, Kazumi walked to her seat. Sato Shinichi could only scratch his head, put his bento box on his desk, stare at the small figure that had already walked away for a few more glances, and then “communicated” in a low voice with the boys who had just made expressions at him.
Curious why Sato Shinichi, at his height, was placed at the back of the classroom by the teacher, Kazumi searched her memory and got an answer that made her want to cry and laugh.
It turned out that Sato Shinichi repeatedly stood up excitedly in class to answer the teacher’s questions, which affected the listening status of the students in the back.
After multiple unheeded admonishments, the homeroom teacher, Ishiryu Daito, helplessly arranged him at the very back row.
If he wanted to stand, he should let him stand to his heart’s content.
Otherwise, with Sato Shinichi’s grades, and… height, he wouldn’t have been able to sit in the last row.
However, none of this mattered to him. Being able to stand up and listen to the lecture without any obstruction could also serve as exercise and made it more convenient to interact with the classmates behind him.
[Because he’s her boyfriend? Kazumi Shimizu, who never cared about others, even had detailed memories of Sato Shinichi’s affairs.]
Shaking her head, Kazumi threw the memories of Sato Shinichi in her mind back. She forcibly cooled down her slightly flushed cheeks.
At this moment, Kazumi could probably understand the feelings of the young girl for Sato Shinichi…
For that lonely girl who was abandoned by her parents and lived forever in her own world, the boy’s appearance was like a beam of light shining into her dark world, pulling her out of the bottomless abyss and letting her feel the beauty of this colorful world.
Kazumi was not good at expressing her emotions, but she remembered all of this, all of the boy, in her heart.
She could even perceive the subtle changes in the girl’s heart, because for that boy who shone like light, she was willing to walk out of the darkness little by little to see the world he lived in.
[Don’t act like a villain at this time!! I didn’t want to possess anyone!! I’m the victim, okay!]
The little person in her heart scratched her head in frustration. In a sense, she was indeed quite cruel. Just as the girl was full of hope and looking forward to a beautiful new life, her appearance erased all of it.
Although this was something she could not prevent, it felt quite bad to personally destroy someone’s beautiful feelings.
However, even so, Kazumi could not say such strange things as inheriting the predecessor’s will!
She was a man, and even if she became a woman, her heart would ultimately be that of a man. Despite the physical reasons, she, Su Jun, could never come to like a man of the same sex! Even her predecessor’s boyfriend was not an option!!
[It seems I need to go back and find a method to overcome the body’s hormones.]
Kazumi took out her notebook and pretended to take notes, but her heart was in chaos.
The influence of her body on her was quite obvious. Human emotions are affected by hormones secreted by the body. Although Kazumi resisted inwardly, the bodily reactions brought by her predecessor always made Kazumi have some unbelievable thoughts, as if she herself was the one being possessed.
It was fine in front of others, but whenever that guy Sato Shinichi appeared in front of her, her heart would beat uncontrollably. Not to mention the recent close intimate contact. Although she had deliberately suppressed it, her body always acted against her control.
Whether it was to avoid becoming so strange or for her plan to be carried out correctly, what she needed to do now was to overcome the influence of her body.
[Sex hormone suppression? But considering both feasibility and the need to utilize it in future plans, I must build a good relationship with him…]
While writing and drawing in her notebook, Kazumi began to think of a solution. The mind maps she drew in her notebook were only understandable to her, so she wasn’t afraid of anyone else seeing them.
However, after thinking for a while, Kazumi found herself stuck.
She still hadn’t come out of the shadow of Fukada Akihiko’s exposure, let alone abandoning Sato Shinichi, the predetermined influential figure, for herself. Not to mention surviving, her opportunity to become stronger, besides Fukada Akihiko, was probably only in Sato Shinichi.
In a society with a well-established professional hero system, the public was very well protected, but it also meant that it was very difficult for her to obtain some super-conventional items in such a state.
If she relied solely on her own abilities to forcibly obtain them, she would likely be found by the heroes before she could even digest the spoils.
Using the power of capital was a very useful method in any world, but although she was a transmigrator, she didn’t have any talent in that area! Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so unsuccessful in her previous life. Copying others was far from as simple as it seemed. Ordinary people without power and talent were not so lucky in front of capital.
With some helplessness, Kazumi closed her notebook and let out a soft sigh. It seemed that she still couldn’t solve this problem for now. She would attend class first and plan these things after returning home.
The hands on the wall pointed exactly to two o’clock. Students who were resting outside or in the classroom returned to their seats, chatting while preparing for the afternoon classes.
The classroom door was pushed open, but it wasn’t Mr. Goto, who was teaching the next class, who walked in, but the homeroom teacher, Ishiryu Daito, with a serious expression on his face.
The homeroom teacher’s arrival instantly cooled down the atmosphere in the classroom. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the stern, unsmiling man on the podium.
Ishiryu Daito said nothing superfluous. He walked to the podium, turned to the back left of the classroom, and said.
“Kazumi Shimizu, please come to my office.”
