"Nothing, I'm going to the club first."
At this moment, Nina had also composed herself from the shock. She waved at Yuna and turned to leave.
"Nina-chan is really strange today."
Yuna scratched her head, looking at her retreating sister, and murmured to herself.
Dongfang You retracted his gaze from Qianli and then looked at Nina's back, feeling a pang of apology in his heart. "Sorry, Nina. This is the mission entrusted to me as a Pure Love God of War."
For the smiles of the heroines, for the salvation of this crumbling world, he could only embark on this harem path that belonged to the Pure Love God of War.
"You-kun, let's go too."
Yuna-chan sweetly called out to Dongfang You, pulling his thoughts back.
Dongfang You nodded in response, "Mm."
The two walked side by side towards the third-year (A) classroom.
Yuna-chan walked, secretly observing Dongfang You.
She saw the outline of Dongfang You's profile and his lightly pursed lips, which made him appear very indifferent.
Yuna-chan frowned in thought: "You-kun... you seem to have become a bit cold. You're not usually like this."
"Am I?"
Dongfang You turned his head slightly, looked at Yuna-chan next to him, smiled, and said, "Perhaps."
"But, I always feel like you've changed a lot recently."
Yuna-chan stroked her chin, deep in thought, and continued, "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but although your aura has become colder, You-kun... you've also become more and more handsome."
As she spoke, she raised her head and grinned at Dongfang You.
Hearing this, Dongfang You was slightly stunned for a moment.
But in an instant, he smiled again, gently stroking the hair on Yuna-chan's forehead, "Yuna-chan is also very beautiful."
Yuna-chan narrowed her eyes, enjoying rubbing against Dongfang You's hand as he ruffled her hair, "But... You-kun will always be the gentlest in my eyes. Just like now."
Dongfang You smiled slightly, "Yuna-chan."
"Hmm?"
Yuna-chan looked at Dongfang You in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"What is your dream?"
Dongfang You looked at Yuna-chan and asked seriously.
"Hmm, my dream..."
Yuna-chan tilted her head, thought carefully for a moment, and then replied with a smile, "I won't tell you."
Seeing that she was unwilling to say, Dongfang You did not press her.
He smiled and continued to chat with Yuna-chan, "Since Yuna-chan doesn't want to say, then never mind. Anyway, I will help you achieve the future you want, Yuna-chan."
Yuna-chan blinked her beautiful almond eyes, "Really?"
"Mm, really."
...
Soon after they returned to the classroom and sat down, the class bell rang.
"Ding-a-ling-ling—"
Before the bell even finished ringing, a beautiful teacher, excellent in both figure and appearance, walked in from the doorway.
The beautiful teacher walked towards the podium in high heels with elegant steps, and her pair of long, straight, jade-like legs made everyone swallow their saliva involuntarily.
Immediately after, everyone's gaze collectively focused on the beautiful teacher's chest.
The beautiful teacher wore a white long-sleeved shirt, and a black hip-hugging skirt outlined beautiful and alluring curves, with an exquisite, fair collarbone exposed at the neckline, and a deep, charming cleavage on her chest that seemed to invite violation.
Her apricot-yellow hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, her fair, pretty face was lightly powdered, and her features were delicate and bright, like a budding rose, exuding a unique charm.
In particular, her curvaceous and graceful figure made everyone unable to take their eyes off her.
She was Dongfang You's teacher for this class—Shirakawa Miwa.
Shirakawa-sensei's voice was very pleasant and melodious, her speaking speed was slow yet fluid, like clear flowing water.
Her voice seemed to have a magical quality, attracting people to listen to her lecture.
Shirakawa Miwa stood on the podium, looking around, her gaze sweeping over every student's face, finally settling on Dongfang You's face.
In Dongfang You's surprised gaze, she smiled and extended her left hand towards him, making a "please" gesture, "Azuma, please come up and write the meaning of these two lines of poetry with chalk."
Holy crap!
I was just looking at the person, I wasn't listening at all!
Dongfang You awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth, stood up, and looked towards the blackboard: [The small grass in my yard sprouts again, and the boundless world will soon be green]
Shirakawa-sensei rested her right hand on the blackboard table, looked down at Dongfang You, and asked with a smile, "Azuma, I'll trouble you~"
Dongfang You smiled awkwardly, then walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and began to write.
Even though his attention had not been on the poem just now, he still perfectly expressed the meaning of these two poems based on his understanding of poetry from his previous life.
Although there was no Dragon Country in this world, when it came to cultural heritage, the Dragon Country was still the ancestor of the small daily life.
[The small grass at home sprouts again, and the boundless world is full of green, indicating that everything is beautiful.]
Shirakawa-sensei looked at the answer he had written, nodded in appreciation, and then continued to ask, "Then, Azuma, do you know what kind of mindset the poet mainly represented in this poem?"
Dongfang You simply replied, "This poem expresses the poet's beautiful expectation and longing for life in his heart."
"Mm."
Shirakawa-sensei nodded and said with a smile, "Azuma really understands this poem."
"Thank you for the compliment, teacher."
"Then next, I'll explain our second question to you."
"Eh? The second question?"
Dongfang You was stunned for a moment, looking at Shirakawa-sensei with some surprise.
"That's right."
"The teacher would like to ask you to write a poem about 'late autumn' that also includes more than just 'late autumn.' Would you like to try?"
"This..."
"No?"
Dongfang You pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll try."
"Good, then please begin."
After speaking, Shirakawa Miwa handed a piece of red chalk to Dongfang You. Dongfang You held the red chalk, gazed at it for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, and began to write on the blackboard: [I stop my carriage because I love the late autumn maple forest, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers of February]
Dongfang You placed the chalk on the podium, turned to Shirakawa-sensei, and said, "I'm done."
"That fast?"
Shirakawa-sensei raised her eyebrows. She looked up at the handwriting on the blackboard and immediately widened her eyes in surprise, "It's written so well!"
What beautiful lines of poetry!
Although the two lines of poetry Dongfang You wrote did not fully express the loneliness of late autumn, they vividly depicted its beauty, making one intoxicated.
Interpretation: I stopped my carriage because I love the late scene of the maple forest; the frosted maple leaves are even redder than the fresh flowers of February.
Shirakawa-sensei composed her shocked emotions, smiled and patted Dongfang You's shoulder, "Excellent, Azuma."
"It's mainly because you teach so well, teacher."
Dongfang You said humbly.
Hearing this, Shirakawa-sensei smiled and whispered, "If every student could be like you, even if they zoned out in class, they could still learn this well."
"Then I could save myself a lot of trouble."
Hearing the implication, Dongfang You instantly understood something.