"Childhood sweethearts!?"
"And they’ve been teaching you pronunciation day after day since you were three or four?"
"Shouko, are you sure you’re not lying? Aren’t boys like that only in ani and manga?"
Several girls expressed shock after hearing Shouko’s explanation.
"I feel like I’ve heard the na Miyamura Tsunayoshi sowhere..." At this mont, the gray-haired girl rubbed her chin and muttered softly.
The quiet voice just happened to reach the girls’ ears.
They had only focused on the romantic part of Shouko’s words, completely ignoring the boy’s na.
The gray-haired girl’s words brought this to mind. The girl standing in the aisle to Shouko’s left suddenly realized it, pointing in disbelief at Tsuna, who was sleeping.
"Wait... isn’t that the na of the boy sleeping in the seat to Shouko’s left?"
There were about thirty students in the classroom, and the nas and actions of attractive boys and girls were morable.
And Tsuna was just that.
Several girls’ eyes followed her words. One of them, still a little incredulous, asked, "Nishimiya-san, isn’t this your childhood sweetheart...?"
Then she saw Shouko nod in agreent without hesitation.
"This..."
At that mont, she felt like she was chewing a lemon. When Shouko first heard her say that, she had thought she was fortunate to have such a boy by her side since childhood.
Looking at Shouko’s adorable face and soft, sweet personality, she had subconsciously assud the boy must be average-looking or worse.
But who could have imagined he was even more impressive than Shouko?
"Nishimiya-san, you’re lying, aren’t you?" the girl pressed relentlessly.
Shouko didn’t understand why she asked, but shook her head.
"I don’t—"
"Dong... Dong...!"
Just as the girl was about to continue, the bell rang. She reluctantly told Shouko she’d talk during the next break.
The other girls, seeing this, followed Shouko’s lead and returned to their seats.
"Nishimiya-san is so popular..."
Hearing this, Shouko glanced at the classroom door. Seeing that Teacher Nokitsu hadn’t arrived yet, she quickly turned back and apologized to Takagi-san, whom she had ignored."Sorry, Takagi-san, I didn’t expect them to be so welcoming."
Takagi-san reached out to stop Shouko from clasping her hands together, smiling and waving her hand away."Hehe... I didn’t an anything else, no need to apologize."
She had listened to Shouko’s story since class ended and was a little incredulous. She felt that Shouko’s childhood friend was sothing special.
He had been teaching Shouko to speak day after day since she was about three years old, and he had always been there for her. If she imagined herself in that situation, she was 100% sure she couldn’t have done the sa. Even if Shouko had resisted and tried to learn, she would have probably given up after a day or two. She would have likely disliked her for not being a proper playmate and would have distanced herself from her.
And how could a three- or four-year-old possibly endure such boring pronunciation instruction every day? Resistance and disobedience were inevitable.
Thinking of this, Takagi Sana instantly withdrew her thoughts, glanced casually at soone who was sleeping, and then saw that Shouko wanted to say sothing to apologize, so she cleverly changed the subject: "Also, if you don’t wake up your childhood sweetheart, you might get scolded when Teacher Nokitsu cos."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Upon hearing this, Shouko hurriedly turned around, stretched out her hand, and began to shake Tsuna while whispering gently:
"Tsuna, Tsuna, don’t sleep, class is about to start, Teacher Nokitsu will be here soon..."
At the sa ti, the buzz-cut boy in the corner was heartbroken and patted his friend who had just returned from the toilet.
"What’s wrong? You look constipated. If you need to go, do it. It’s not good for your health to hold it in."
"I’m so sad! I didn’t expect I was so late."
"He put it in his pocket!"
"Shut up, I was talking about Shouko-chan from before."
The friend of the buzz-cut boy imdiately realized what he was referring to and asked in confusion, "Didn’t you run over there as soon as class ended? How could you be late?"
"Yeah! Soone else got there first."
"He only got there a few minutes earlier. Can’t you still compete with him?"
"Not even a little bit!"
"Why not? Even if he got there an hour or two earlier, you’d still have a chance."
"Thirteen years, a full thirteen years earlier. What can I compete with?"
"What the hell!? This habit has been going on since you were one year old!"
"Yeah!"
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"Thank you for your hard work. Just put these textbooks on the podium." At this ti, Teacher Nokitsu walked into the classroom with several boys in school uniforms. The boys were carrying a pile of textbooks in their hands.
The noisy class was drawn to this scene. As expected, this class was likely about distributing textbooks.
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Nokitsu," the leading boy said to her after placing all the books on the podium. He then greeted her and left the classroom with the others.
After watching them leave, Teacher Nokitsu walked to the podium and called out to the noisy students below, "Everyone, be quiet. Now, just like before, let’s introduce ourselves. Co up one by one to receive your textbooks."
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About twenty minutes passed, and the pile of textbooks on the podium gradually dwindled as the students took their places on stage.
"Pah... pah...!" As the last student took their textbooks and left, Teacher Nokitsu raised her hand and patted the polished blackboard behind her.
After the students had quieted down, she slowly said, "Now look at the eight different textbooks in your hands.
They are Japanese, Math, Social Studies, Science, English, Health and Physical Education, Music and Art, and Technology and Ho."
After the students nodded in agreent that there was no problem, she continued,
"Then write your nas on the second page of your textbooks. I don’t want to hear that your textbooks are missing this afternoon or tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, the students took out pens from their backpacks and wrote their nas on the textbooks.
"Tsuna, how about I help you write it?"
Shouko, who was sitting in her seat, whispered when she saw Tsuna yawning lazily and staring at the podium in a daze, with no intention of writing his na.
After years of companionship, she could tell at a glance that Tsuna was probably just too lazy and felt it didn’t matter whether he wrote his na or not.
It would be better for her to help him write it. It wasn’t a big deal after all, and it would also prevent the textbooks from getting lost.
(End of this Chapter)
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I think the teacher’s na is Weird, and it doesn’t fit the Japanese naming system. So, recomnd female nas.
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