Chapter 57: Stopped by Teacher Irina

"Um... Teacher Ilinal, you're too close."

Droste looked at Teacher Ilinal with burning eyes.

"Oh? If you get closer, you can spend more time with Drost-san."

Teacher Ilinar curled the corners of her mouth, and her willow-leaf eyes under her long eyelashes glowed with a strange light as she looked at the young and thin boy in front of her.

It was this young man who had begun to save his ruined life since they met.

No one told me to have a good rest. They all said: You are a spider monster girl, and you must keep working hard to break the prejudice.

Struggle is what you should do now.

Only by breaking down prejudices can you be respected and you can do whatever you want.

But no one tells me that I also need to rest, and I can also choose a different kind of lying down life.

Everything depends on you.

Teacher Ilinal pursed her lips, and her bright red lips sparkled and shone.

It was Droste who saved himself.

"No, don't you often meet Teacher Ilinal at school?"

Droste looked at Teacher Ilinal in front of him, and her face suddenly looked extremely gentle in the morning light.

His eyes were suddenly filled with deep gratitude, slightly moist, as he looked at himself.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a warm smile. This smile was like a spring flower, natural and brilliant.

"Old...teacher?"

What's going on? Is it time to bloom?

In an instant, Irinare was charming and attractive, exuding a gentle aura.

That mixed temperament actually has a bit of Mrs. Isabel's feeling.

Was it out of gratitude? Or was it that Teacher Irinael was actually a poor person who lacked some emotions?

Thinking of Mrs. Isabel's experiences and the fragmentary past of the extremely charming spider teacher in front of him.

Droste felt that what he was thinking was somewhat correct.

Teacher Ilinal was also slightly startled when she heard what Droste said.

Ilinar, ah Ilinar, this is on campus!
Wake up and go...go to the health room!
"Well... Mr. Droste is right, but..."

Teacher Ilinal took a breath, and it was filled with the boy's faint orange scent.

She lifted her long legs slightly under her hip skirt and rubbed them against Droste's calves, while her body leaned completely on Droste.

At this time, Teacher Ilinal was like an extremely charming spider.

Droste had nowhere to put his hands, so he could only gently hug Teacher Ilinal's waist. The shirt was made of silk, a very smooth fabric.

The slender waist that can be held in one hand is restrained, which makes people feel distracted.

"How is it, is the teacher's body soft?"

Teacher Ilinal leaned on Droste's shoulder, blowing hot air gently from her bright red lips, making Droste's ears feel a little itchy.

I am an honest young man, I will never lie, and I am not the boss of Hongzhong!

Droste warned himself in his mind, and spoke uncontrollably:
"soft."

"Hehehe...Droste-san is really cute..."

Teacher Irinaer chuckled, gently lowered her calves, and stood up straight.

The collar of the deep light blue shirt was also gathered up, and Yukiko was hidden under her slender figure.

"Thank you very much for your affirmation, Droste! I won't tease you anymore, let's go to class first."

"Um……"

Before leaving, Droste decided to speak out his guess and save teacher Ilinal in front of him.

He straightened his chest, his face calm, his eyes as clear and transparent as a lake. "Teacher Irinaer doesn't have to be like this. You are so charming in my heart. I am always impressed by your charm."

As he was talking, Droste took two steps forward, and in the eyes of teacher Irinar who was somewhat stunned and surprised, he reached out and hugged teacher Irinar.

His left hand gently wrapped around Teacher Irinaer's waist, neither close nor distant, and his right hand gently supported his back, providing enough sense of security.

It wasn't a very intimate hug, no strong hug.

Just a very relaxing, very soothing hug.

"Teacher, don't worry, you have done a good job."

"And."

Droste lowered his head slightly and whispered in Teacher Ilinal's ear:

"I don't have any opinion on beautiful girls with average figures. I am grateful and respect seniors like teachers who have good figures and good personalities~"

Although these words were ordinary, they sounded full of temptation in Teacher Irina's ears.

Although the voice was very plain and there was nothing special about it, it caused a huge stir in Teacher Irina's mind.

So Droste has seen through my behavior?
It turns out that I have always been so fragile and sensitive, craving for proof from people around me.

"Well……"

A faint smile appeared on Teacher Irina's face. This is what it feels like to be understood.

The two hugged each other for a while before Droste let go of Teacher Ilinal in his arms.

"Then Teacher Ilinal, I'm going to class first."

Droste smiled and looked at Teacher Ilinal in front of him, preparing to leave.

"Okay, we also have physical education class today, remember to come to the health room to see the teacher, we can chat for a while."

Physical education class? Another fierce battle...

Teacher Ilinal reached out and adjusted the collar of Droste's shirt, then spoke to him.

"Okay, Teacher Ilinal."

After saying that, Droste turned around, shouldered her bag, and hurried to the classroom.

I had already left home late, and now Teacher Ilinal kept me company at school for a while, so I’m going to be late soon!
By then, who knows how my homeroom teacher, Ms. Fremeia, will deal with me.

"What a good boy, Droste."

Teacher Ilinal felt the remaining warmth on her body, hugged herself with both hands, looked at the receding figure, and said with a smile.

……

Until the bell rang, Droste was still running wildly in the corridor. Even though the classroom was so close to him, he still ran over quickly in two steps.

As the bell rang, Droste ran quickly, and stopped at the classroom door at the last second before the bell stopped.

He breathed heavily and then looked up at the person on the podium.

The person on the podium was not Teacher Fremea, but Bernadette.

Bernadette wore a red armband and had a serious expression, like an icy beauty.

He looks like a serious president.

Teacher Fremea was standing by the door. When she saw Droste, she frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, but didn't say much.

　It’s bad. Yesterday I was told I had a lot of monthly tickets, but today I didn’t receive a single one. I’m in tears.

　　I am sorry for being so presumptuous. My dear readers no longer look down on my shabby books. Your souls have been attracted by the glamorous books out there.

　　【Tears】JPG.

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(End of this chapter)