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Before Kitahara Hakuba could speak, Amemori spoke up, his tone full of dissatisfaction with the women.

"It's nothing." Since he had never seen it in person before, his gaze scrutinized the rain-keeper's tea ceremony kimono without any attempt to hide it.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Yu Shou's face flushed like a newly blossoming peach blossom, her ears turning a light pink, and her fingers unconsciously gripping her white collar.

"Will this be ugly?"

"ugly?"

Kitahara Hakuba didn't understand why she thought that way, then smiled and said...

"How could that be? Amemori looks really beautiful in this tea ceremony kimono. It's no exaggeration to say that it's an eye-opener for me."

Yu Shou was slightly taken aback. Her skin was like a light blush, carrying the shyness and purity unique to young girls.

She bit her lower lip lightly, trying to calm her pounding heart:

"Would you like to come in for a drink? The tea is some good tea that Nagase-kun brought from home."

Just as Kitahara Hakuba was about to refuse by saying he would "patrol more," Matsuoka Nobuyuki and Tenkai So walked quickly over from one side of the corridor.

Without saying a word, the two bowed in unison to Kitahara Hakuba:

"Teacher Kitahara! I'm so sorry!"

The tenderness in Yu Shou's eyes had vanished without a trace, and his gaze towards the two was like a biting cold wind.

As the leader of the "patrol team," she already knew what had happened in the home economics classroom and what "injury" her sweetheart had suffered.

"By the way, are your eyes alright?" Kitahara Hakuba asked casually. "Did you get a proper run?"

"it's okay no problem."

Matsuoka Nobuyuki bowed again, then bowed to Amemori and said,

"Senior Yu Shou! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't call me senior, call me senior. Although we're in the same club, we're not that close," Yu Shou said coldly.

"Senior Rain Guardian, I'm sorry!"

Tenkai So adapted quickly, and pulled Matsuoka Osamu to bow ninety degrees, saying...

"Forgive us!"

"Teacher Kitahara is so kind and gentle, he will definitely forgive you."

Yu Shou's tone was calm and indifferent, without any fluctuation, yet it gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

The girl's fingers, gripping the plate tightly until they turned white, glared down at them and continued:

"But no one other than Kitahara-sensei will forgive you."

"Well, Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what kind of torture these two had suffered, but out of 'concern,' he still spoke up:"

"They're all minor things. We can learn from them; people are always correcting their mistakes."

Matsuoka Nobuyuki and Tenkai So immediately gave him grateful looks, while Amemori frowned slightly and said:

Chapter 222, Section 221: The Art of Tea Brewing Lies Within It (4K) >>

"You two, go and keep an eye on the cultural festival venue for Kitahara-sensei for a while."

"what?"

Not only were the two of them stunned, but Kitahara Hakuba was also completely bewildered.

Yu Shou's face visibly flushed red again, making one marvel at just how busy her blood was:

"Because Kitahara-sensei needs to rest, don't you two want Kitahara-sensei to rest too?"

"I've been thinking about it all my life!" Matsuoka Nobuyuki nodded, immediately pledging his loyalty.

Tianhai Cang felt that he lacked any manly spirit and couldn't help but complain, "There's no need to dream about it."

As soon as he said that, Yu Shou glared at him again.

"Actually, I've always felt that Kitahara-sensei is working too hard. As Sukhomlinsky said, teachers are the engineers of the human soul."

To repay you for the tireless guidance you've given me day and night, it is our duty as your students to share your burdens—

Matsuoka Nobuyuki stared at him with wide eyes, his face saying, "You little brat, you're trying to play sophisticated games with me?"

Yu Shou glared at the two of them, then resumed his gentle expression and said:

"Teacher Kitahara, let the two of them take a look at you. You can come in and rest for a while; it won't take much time."

“But it’s alright, just give us this control board. I’ll call if there are any problems,” Matsuoka Osamu said.

After much hesitation, Kitahara Hakuba handed the plaque hanging around his neck to Matsuoka Nobuyuki.

"If there are any problems, call me immediately. Don't try to handle them on your own."

"it is good!"

Matsuoka Osamu and Amami Sou suddenly stood at attention in the corridor and shouted, "Loyalty—!"

Kitahara Hakuba raised an eyebrow.

No: What are you guys doing?

Many students turned to look at the sound, some even thinking that North Korea had invaded and that there was a traitor within Shenxu High School.

Matsuoka Shuichi took the sign and put it on. At first, he didn't think much of it, but the more he looked at it, the more he could feel an indescribable power.

He gently patted the "site control ID card" with his hand, his expression like that of a soldier guarding a warehouse of spoils.

"Comrade, which unit are you from?"

"We are the executive committee of the cultural festival."

"Okay, okay, I'm the moderator."

"Stop talking! Just bring it to me already!"

"do not want!"

"Give it to me quickly!"

Watching the two figures leave, Kitahara Hakuba even doubted whether they could actually do the job well.

"Teacher Kitahara, would you like to come in?"

At this moment, Yu Shou gently tugged at his sleeve, and the plate he had been holding was placed on the table by the door.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded and followed her into Class 3-A.

Unlike other classes that shouted "Welcome!", the atmosphere in Class 3-A was very calm, with only the slight sound of steam rising from the teapot.

It felt like this place was a different world from the corridor, with a thin layer of soundproof membrane covering the air, and time seemed to slow down here.

There were only a few parents among the customers.

However, this atmosphere gradually changed with the arrival of Kitahara Hakuba.

"Tai... Kitahara-sensei!"

"It really is! What...what do we do?!"

"What else can we do! Just do it the way you always do! Get up there!"

"What? You're giving me this kind of customer on my very first day of work?"

"Don't worry, I usually see Kitahara-sensei drinking coffee, so he probably doesn't know much about tea."

Unlike their usual routine of swarming forward and wanting to tear Kitahara Hakuba to shreds, this time none of the girls dared to step forward to greet him.

Because this involves brewing tea yourself, there are risks involved. Just like the person at the next table who said, "You put the tea leaves in so casually, and the water ratio seems to change with your mood. No matter how cheap the tea is, it becomes even more pitiful in your hands. Can you please stop using the method of brewing instant noodles to brew tea?"

"What is tea ceremony? The amount of tea leaves and the speed of pouring are both indispensable. The tea leaves should be made to rise up beautifully like a flower in full bloom, and dance gracefully in the water. Your technique is too vulgar. In general, you are not qualified. It may be difficult for you to hold a tea ceremony."

A middle-aged man in a suit, while sipping tea, bluntly pointed out the shortcomings of the tea.

The student who was hosting him looked embarrassed and couldn't help but complain as he turned around, "Why would someone come to Shenxu just to drink Baicha and show off?"

Wearing the same tea ceremony kimono as Ame-no-Kami, Nagase Tsukiyo was completely oblivious to all of this, her gaze fixed entirely on Kitahara Hakuba.

Should I take the initiative to speak up? But if I do, won't others think I have feelings for him?

Perhaps it would be better to let them handle things first? Normally, the strongest female should be sent to make tea for him.

"Teacher Kitahara, please sit here." At that moment, a voice devoid of emotion reached my ears.

矣？

Under Nagase Tsukiyo's slightly misguided gaze, Watanabe Hama took the initiative to entertain Kitahara Hakuba.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded and sat down by the window, where he could see a large playground where people were playing a game of "ringing up whatever you can take away".

"What kind of tea would you like to drink?"

Watanabe Hama handed over a notebook with neat, lead-gray handwriting listing tea types and prices, all priced at 100 per cup.

There are also cute smiley face annotations below:

"Black tea."

As they said, Kitahara Hakuba didn't know much about tea, and occasionally he would drink barley tea, if that could be considered tea.

"it is good."

Watanabe Hama moved quickly, using tweezers to pick up the black tea leaves from the can and put them into the teacup, then poured in the already boiled hot water.

The method was very crude, with no tea etiquette whatsoever; in the words of the man in the suit, it was like "making instant noodles."

"Teacher Kitahara, please have a drink, free refills."

The extremely "pragmatic" Watanabe Hama brought over a full cup of tea, as if afraid that Kitahara Hakuba wouldn't have enough to drink.

:Thanks."

Even though he had no knowledge of tea ceremony, he knew that filling a cup to the brim with tea was not a good omen.

I just took a sip. The tea itself is probably quite good. Although it's a bit bitter, it has a nice aftertaste and is drinkable.

But if Kitahara Hakuba were ten years younger, he might have been "tui" (a slang term for someone who is easily killed).