Chapter 199 Going Further

This is Xinchun's mode of action. I guess that's the way it should be called, right?
There was something about her mode of action that was so meticulous as to be pleasing and graceful.

Take the action of her helping herself to serve rice as an example. The rice spoon goes down and up gently until it is filled into the rice bowl. There are no messy or unnecessary movements of her hands, and not a single extra grain of rice will be missed.

This is probably related to the education Xinchun received since childhood.

The so-called "sense of ritual" permeates every aspect of her life.

But looking at it from another angle, Xinchun at this time completely has the feeling of a "wife".

After all, who would be so serious and meticulous in serving themselves rice?

Fujii Itsuki was filled with emotion when he saw the large table of dishes made by Xinchun herself.

The dishes and chopsticks were neatly prepared. The girl sat down opposite, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and said softly to the food as if she was smiling:

"I'm gonna start now."

This action was quite formal, and the girl was so serious that Fujii Itsuki inexplicably began to imitate her, putting his hands together and saying "I'm starting".

Unexpectedly, his unintentional imitation made the girl opposite smile.

"The teacher is so nice."

真乖
These words and this atmosphere made Fujii Itsuki feel awkwardly like an elementary school student, as if he had gone back to the past, when he was a child and would be scolded by the dean even for having a meal.

but
Not disgusting.

why?

Because the lighting in Xinchun's living room tends to be warm? This light, plus a large table of food, sets off the atmosphere of the night?

Fujii Itsuki didn't know why, but he accepted this feeling anyway.

Before he ate, he put his hands together again and added, "I'm starting, thanking the meal sincerely in my heart.

Fujii Itsuki picked up the chopsticks.

After expressing gratitude for the gift, the meal seemed to taste so much better.

"How do you feel, teacher?"

"The taste?"

"Ah."

The dishes that Matsumae Shinharu cooked today were not some luxurious fish and meat, but some ordinary home-cooked dishes, such as cabbage and tofu casserole, pan-fried bamboo fish, and tempura with mixed spinach.

A very refreshing Japanese condiment.

Fujii Itsuki tried the tofu soup, tempura and spinach, which were light but refreshing and quite good.

He nodded repeatedly and said "delicious" and "very good", but when he saw the bamboo fish made by Xinchun, Fujii Itsuki was inexplicably silent for two seconds. After picking up his chopsticks and taking a bite, he was speechless.

"Teacher? Is it not delicious or——"

"No. I'm just curious, Xinchun, why did you suddenly think of making this dish?"

"When I was planning to invite you a few days ago, Xinchun was thinking about what dishes I should cook. Thinking of the many expensive dishes I made for you before, you felt that they were not right and you were not very comfortable eating them, so Xinchun decided to just make a simple dinner this time.
"I asked many classmates what dish they most often eat at home, and they all blurted out 'Bamboo Snapper'.

"Xinchun went to visit Rinka's mother and asked her to teach me how to cook the fish in a delicious way."

Fujii Itsuki wanted to sigh.

There are so many ways to cook bamboo croaker.

Otaru is a coastal city, and fishing is one of the economic sources of Otaru. The development of the fishing industry naturally leads to a large number of fish ingredients here.

The number of catches of warm-water schooling fish such as bamboo shoots is particularly large.

More food means it’s cheap, and cheaper food means more people eat it.

If you grow up in Otaru, 99%, if not 100%, of the people have eaten horse mackerel.

Xinchun still uses the simplest method of frying.
Many mothers like to use this method to cook bamboo fish because it is easy and delicious.

Fujii Itsuki really dared to say that the reason he didn't starve to death in the welfare home was because of this kind of cheap and large-volume fish.

I have been earning money for a long time now, and I haven’t eaten it for a long time. When I eat it again, I feel a special kind of nostalgia in my heart.

“The dean used to make this dish when the children were making noise.”

"Teacher, this is what Xinchun made."

"Don't worry, it suits my taste. It's better to say, Xinchun, what you made is just like what the dean made for me in the past to take care of me."

"That's good."

Matsumae Shinchun just smiled and didn't say much.

After the meal, Fujii Itsuki saw her feed the little snow fox beef, and then she took the initiative to clear the dishes and wash them.

Although he didn't say anything, he just leaned his hands on the dining table and looked at her, Fujii Itsuki felt a warmth in his heart.

He stood up and walked behind the girl.

Noticing the girl's chubby legs under her skirt, he had no other thoughts at this moment but to hug her from behind.

Of course, there is still hesitation in my heart.

After all, there is an age gap between me and the girl. Every time I try to actively approach her, I feel tortured inside and a little ashamed.

"Teacher, are you trying to act like a spoiled brat?"

".behave in a spoiled manner?"

"Not yet. Xinchun is still washing the dishes. Teacher, please be good and wait for a moment, okay?"

"."

Even though this game of playing house is a bit awkward, I really want to continue.

Fujii Itsuki sat on the sofa, picked up the snow fox with its tail coiled up and stroked it. Later, Matsumae Shinchun brought over a plate of dried fruits.

The girl sat next to him gracefully, and then said with a smile: "Teacher, you can act like a spoiled child now", which made Fujii Itsuki extremely embarrassed.

Act like a spoiled child to Xinchun?

Can you really do it yourself?

"The teacher must be very tired."

"."

"Teacher, don't worry about anything. Xinchun is willing to reveal her innermost feelings to you. Teacher, you... Speaking of which, you rarely talk about the past with Xinchun."

Fujii Itsuki just shook his head. He would never talk about the bad things in the past to a junior.

Matsumae Shinchun was not in a hurry. She just chatted with him slowly and shared recent events.

As they chatted, Fujii Itsuki became a little drunk.

Perhaps because he wanted to talk, or maybe because Kokoharu was really a good listener, Fujii Itsuki gradually spoke more and more, and before he knew it, he revealed his recent concerns and entanglements regarding Kokoharu's student status.

After hearing this, Matsumae Shinchun became quiet and lowered her head.

Fujii Itsuki knew that he had ruined things at this moment, as he had inexplicably talked about unpleasant things.

"That's right. To you, teacher, my identity is a burden."

".Xinchun, don't think too much, I'm just a little confused. To me, dreams are important, but the people around me who are related to me are equally important. On one side is the dream, and on the other side is the reality that needs me. I have thought a lot and feel that 'people' are more important."

"Teacher, would you like some wine?"

"Wine? What are you drinking this for? Your family—"

Before Fujii Itsuki could finish his words, he saw Matsumae Shinchun stand up and, as if from her bedroom, bring over a bottle of sake.

Still a bottle of top quality stuff.
He shook his head repeatedly.

"No drink, no drink."

"Teacher, how about just drinking a little? Actually, my father once told me that when a person is troubled, he should drink a little, and he will feel better."

Drown your sorrows in alcohol.

I don't know how much Matsumae Kitahiro drank to commemorate the professor after her death.

Fujii Itsuki still shook his head.

"No drink, no drink."

"Teacher, it seems like you haven't had a drink in a long time. I see you haven't gone out with Teacher Muzi for a long time."

"There are still some, but they are very restrained."

"Why should I restrain myself?"

"because."

Because I was afraid that drinking would cause bad things, and last time something bad happened.

"Drinking too much is still not good."

"Then the teacher should drink a little less. How about a little?"

".A little bit?"

"Yeah! Just a little bit."

"Then drink a little?"

Without knowing what was going on, Fujii Itsuki was poured a glass of wine by Matsumae Shinharu.

This is really a good wine.

The fragrance is slightly sweet, mellow and refreshing, very pleasant.

You'll know it's expensive once you drink it.

"By the way, Xinchun, where did you get the sake?"

"Father's."

".You secretly took your father's?"

"I asked my father for it, saying I wanted to give it to you, my teacher. He agreed."

Fujii Itsuki nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Matsumae Shinchun started chatting with him again, mostly about some trivial things she had encountered in the past at Matsumae's house. Fujii Itsuki listened very attentively. Although he drank the wine slowly, when the bottle was almost finished, Matsumae Shinchun immediately poured him a fresh glass.

The atmosphere was lively and before I knew it I had eaten most of the dried fruits and drank almost a bottle of wine.

Matsumae Shinchun became sad, "I have talked to you so much about the past, but you rarely talked to Shinchun about it."

"Xinchun? Don't, don't be sad." Fujii Itsuki's face turned red.

"But."

"I, I hate to see girls sad. I feel like I am sad too when I see you sad."

"Then how about you tell Xinchun about your past, teacher?"

".Want to listen?"

"Well, I want to know more about the teacher."

Although Fujii Itsuki had drunk a little wine, he was still clear-headed.

I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to talk to a kid who had such a good relationship with Xinchun, so I started talking about the past.

"Where do you want to start?"

"At the very beginning, when the teacher had some impression of this world." Matsumae Shinchun answered immediately.

"That's it"

Fujii Itsuki closed his eyes and began to recount his memories. "My only impression of my childhood was the endless snow. Otaru was always covered in snow, the sky was dark, there were few pedestrians on the roadside, and even when I huddled in a corner and looked out the window, I was shivering with cold."

It's a pretty good feeling to have an audience willing to listen to your feelings.

Fujii Itsuki occasionally indulges in the past.

I remember the heavy snow in Otaru, the days of hunger in winter, and the adults who went into the welfare home and took away their friends as if they were picking out small animals.

As an orphan, I inevitably see things in society that ordinary people cannot see, and experience hardships that ordinary people can hardly understand.

Going to school is a difficult thing, and having a home of your own is even more difficult.

Fujii Itsuki recalled his past self.

In the past, I would often look at the snow and imagine myself having a home.

Imagine what it's like to have a normal family.

What does it feel like to be cared for by your parents and to have them give you more clothes and things.

For me as a kid, emptiness was a constant.

As Fujii Itsuki was talking, Matsumae Shinchun took out another bottle of sake after he finished drinking one.

The bitterness in your heart must be swallowed down with the wine.

The more Fujii Itsuki talked, the more he drank.

"After listening to the teacher's past, I now feel that the teacher has been hiding his inner difficulties."

"Is it?"

"Yes," the girl nodded gently and looked at him, "In fact, whether in Xiaoyue or Qiansui's eyes, you have always been a very strong image. Of course, this is the truth, but you have not lost your inner feelings because of your strength. You just never expressed them."

"."

Fujii Itsuki put down his wine glass in silence.

"Teacher, what do you think Xinchun is?"

".Bole."

"No, Sensei, Xinchun is your mother now."

"Mother?" Fujii Itsuki opened his mouth slightly, looking surprised.

Matsumae Shinchun blushed slightly, and reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears, revealing her profile:
"Although it may seem strange to say this, I have rarely experienced the warmth of a mother. The dean did have some love for you, but there were too many children that the dean needed to take care of, so it was difficult for her to take care of you alone.

"Xinchun can completely understand how you felt in the past, because Xinchun's mother also...
"Teacher, although I still don't fully understand the feeling of being a mother. But you need a place to relax now, don't you?
"In that case, how about trying to treat Xinchun as your mother?

"Teacher, come closer."

Matsumae Shinharu was feeling uneasy.

Naturally, I am also extremely shy.

She didn't know whether Fujii Itsuki would agree.

She thought the teacher would refuse at this time, right?

But she was wrong. After scratching his head, Fujii Itsuki leaned towards her embarrassedly.

,,,,,,
Fujii Itsuki didn't know what Xinchun was thinking at this time.

But she is smiling.

Always smiling gently to myself.

He had never felt the feeling of being pampered in his entire life, and even though he felt embarrassed to lose face, he just wanted to feel it.

He leaned closer, his ears and head first touching the softness of the girl's legs, and then his face, which was more sensitive, also pressed against her fragrant legs, and his face touched the soft and elastic white skin of her thighs.

The aroma entered his nose, and he could feel the tenderness of the girl's thigh skin very clearly.

Fujii Itsuki finally enjoyed resting his head on his knees for a while, but unexpectedly, Matsumae Shinchun smiled, began to touch his head, and repeated softly:

"Good boy, good boy"

The stranger the feeling is, the more impossible it is to escape.

Being patted on the head by a high school girl ten years younger than you and being called a good boy?

But unexpectedly, it makes people sink.

The girl's soft little hands threaded through her dry hair, stimulating her brain.

As for the face.
Fujii Itsuki rubbed his face against the skin of the girl's thighs, savoring the soft touch and quality.

"teacher."

"Ok?"

"Xinchun sometimes feels that I am very similar to you."

"Is it."

"So, Xinchun will understand the teacher very well, and understand the loneliness in the teacher's heart."

"Teacher, what do you think?"

".What.How."

"The teacher is shy."

Fujii Itsuki had to admit that there were some.

He enjoyed the girl's lap and her gentle head pat.

The loneliness in my heart was constantly filled and caressed by her tenderness.

"Xinchun, where did you learn this?"

“Just trying to imagine it.”

This feeling is really strange. It is comfortable, but I also feel upset. At the same time, there is a vague pleasure driven by desire in my heart.

But in the end, Fujii Itsuki gradually accepted the girl's lap pillow.

Matsumae Shinchun noticed that his face was getting redder and redder, obviously the alcohol was taking effect.

"teacher"

"Hmm~"

"Teacher, relax a little."

"."

"obedient."

"Okay~~"

Matsumae Shinchun never expected that Fujii Itsuki, who had been a little resistant just now, would actually stick to her like a little child.

"Sit up for a moment."

"No~~"

"Be good and listen to me."

"No~~"

This, this, this is too corny!

Even Matsumae Shinharu was shy about this kind of conversation.

But, it's so interesting.

The drunk teacher is so funny. Is he playing a game with himself on purpose? Or does he subconsciously think of himself as his mother?
Thinking carefully, I remembered what he had just said about the past.

I feel really sad about the teacher's experience. Sad that he didn't get the love he deserved.

Isn’t this the same as myself?
Matsumae Shinchun secretly glanced at Baihua who was sleeping with his tail wagging not far away, and then, with a blushing face, she hugged Fujii Itsuki who began to ask for a hug from her, showing her considerateness.

He said he felt uncomfortable, so I comforted him.

He said his shoulder was uncomfortable, so I gave him a massage.

He wanted to act coquettishly, so I gave him a hug.

Due to the alcohol taking effect just now, Fujii Itsuki was really drunk now.

Next, it came to the idea that Matsumae Shinchun thought was the worst idea.

She didn't want to say it.

"Um, teacher, are you hungry?"

"No~"

"Little kids get hungry very easily."

"hungry."

That's all he said.

Matsumae Shinchun leaned back against the sofa with a red face, looking up at the chandelier on the ceiling above her head, feeling inexplicably dazzled.

His phone suddenly rang.

The girl hugged him and finally moved her position and picked up the phone.

It’s Chitose.

She was afraid that it would affect herself, so she said to him, "Be good, be gentler," and he really became more careful.

Matsumae Shinharu hugged Fujii Itsuki and answered Chitose's call.

"Hey"

[Hey! No, it's Shu Ge, it's Xinchun, where's Shu Ge? Shu Ge isn't at home, I planned to go look for him after practice, but I didn't see him. Xiao Jiuhua didn't say where he went~]
"Teacher Fujii, you're at my house now."

Matsumae Shinchun was very scared, really very scared.

[Oh. What are you doing at Xinchun's house?]
"I invited the teacher to my home. Didn't I ask for leave today? The teacher has taken so much care of me, I want to cook a meal to thank the teacher," Matsumae Xinchun covered her mouth and closed her eyes tightly, "Later, the teacher drank the wine I brought from my father, and now he is drunk."

“Delicious~”

Someone suddenly interrupted at this time.

Matsumae Shinchun felt like she was dying of embarrassment.

But Yang Kui Chitose heard it.

[I'm really drunk, okay?]
"Chitose, would you like to come over?"

[Go over? I can go over, but today I just want to talk to Brother Shu. I'm afraid Brother Shu will ignore me if he gets drunk. It's annoying. Humph. He got drunk again today and didn't listen to me. I don't want to talk to him!
[Xinchun-chan, just take care of Brother Shu. Remember to let him go to bed early and take a shower in the morning, otherwise he will smell like alcohol, which is not good!]
"Yeah. OK."

[Thank you, Xinchun-chan~]
"No, it's okay. It should be fine."

Toot. Toot.
The phone hangs up.

At this time, Matsumae Shinchun really wanted to say that what Lord Baihua said was a bad idea.

This, this, this. What should I do now?
Matsumae Shinchun felt like sighing for no apparent reason.
She felt that this shouldn't be the case.

Obviously, there should be more love between them.

Instead of such a weird feeling.

Sure enough, I will no longer buy good steak for Lord Baihua in the future. I can just use chicken breast instead.

Yes, that's it.

(End of this chapter)