On the phone screen, the words ‘Teacher’s Wife’ seemed to possess some soul-piercing magic, causing Nari’s brain to freeze for a full three seconds.
Teacher’s Wife?
Who is the Teacher’s Wife?
Did Kenji send it to the wrong person?
He instinctively wanted to reply with a question mark, but his finger hovered over the screen, unable to press down.
He recalled the class group chat, the earthquake-level cognitive upheaval triggered by Taiki.
A terrifying, absurd, yet logically self-consistent deduction formed in his mind.
The ‘Teacher’s Wife’ they were talking about…
couldn’t be him, could it?!
Nari felt his blood pressure soaring in an unhealthy way.
Could it be that Taiki had already exposed him?
He immediately checked the class group chat.
He found that everyone was sharing his pictures.
Nari was instantly dumbfounded.
It was over, that kid Taiki really exposed him.
How was he going to go back to school to teach now!
He was a teacher.
Thinking of this, Nari’s expression became a little awkward.
Masako, who was beside him, glimpsed the content on his phone screen, and an inscrutable curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
“Dad, it seems your fan base is very accurately positioned.
‘Mom fans’ have always been the strongest in terms of fighting power.” Nari leaned weakly against the hospital wall, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into…
The next day, Nari entered the campus with the feeling of going to an execution ground.
He got up extra early, thinking of sneaking into the office while there were few people, finishing the day’s work, and then applying to work from home.
However, he was still too naive.
When he turned into the corridor where Building A Teaching Building was located, he truly understood the meaning of Class Monitor Kenji’s phrase “already under our control.” That wasn’t control, that was occupation!
The entire corridor, from the elevator entrance to his office door, a short fifty-meter distance, had now become the most crowded scenic spot in the entire school.
It was packed with people.
Students gathered in small groups, distributed in every corner of the corridor in an extremely unnatural posture.
Some pretended to lean against the wall and read, but their books were held upside down.
Some gathered together to discuss problems, their voices softer than mosquitoes, but all their eyes were uniformly glancing in the same direction.
Even more, some directly held their phones, pretending to take selfies, but the camera was honestly aimed at the office door at the end of the corridor.
The air was filled with a strange, fervent atmosphere mixed with anticipation, excitement, and gossip.
The moment Nari appeared, it was like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan.
“They’re here!
They’re here!” “It’s Director Nari!
The real one!” “Oh my god, he’s so handsome even in casual clothes!
This bare face, this aura, I’m ovulating on the spot!” “Shhh!
Keep it down!
Don’t scare the ‘Teacher’s Wife’!” Nari’s steps instantly froze.
Had the title ‘Teacher’s Wife’ spread from online to offline?
He felt his temples throbbing.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but the continuous influx of people behind him had blocked his retreat.
He could only brace himself and move forward with difficulty, amidst a gaze that was comparable to a red carpet walk.
With every step, he could hear suppressed sobs and whispers from both sides.
“Who understands, my dears, this sense of brokenness!
He must still be troubled by his identity being exposed!
I really want to hug him!” “Look at him, he’s clearly so troubled, yet he still has to pretend to be calm and come to work.
Is this the sense of responsibility of a teacher?
I’m crying my eyes out!” Nari was roaring internally: I’m not troubled, I’m socially dead!
I’m not pretending to be calm, I’m scared stiff!
Damn Taiki, he definitely had to find him and beat him up later.
He finally managed to move to the office door, his hand fumbling with the keys.
As soon as the door opened, the heads of several colleagues in the office all turned around with a ‘whoosh’.
Teacher Satoru, the physical education teacher sitting opposite him, a burly man standing at 1.9 meters, was currently holding his phone, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
“Old Nari, you’re something…
you’re really…” Brother Satoru turned his phone screen towards him, and on it was clearly that ‘Moonlight Line’ divine picture.
“You’re really something, kid!
You keep a low profile!
My wife sent me this picture yesterday, saying it would be her new wallpaper from now on, and she even asked me when I could be so ‘charming’!
What do you mean, me, a shotput teacher, how can I be charming?” Sister, the female English teacher next to him, spoke sourly.
“Teacher Satoru, you should be content.
At least your wife only changed her wallpaper.
My husband, last night, studied Teacher Nari’s photo for half the night, insisting he wanted to learn makeup techniques from Teacher Nari’s bone structure.
A grown man, learning makeup!” Nari: “…” He wanted to explain, but didn’t know where to start.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the office door.
“Come in,” Nari responded weakly.
A boy wearing black-rimmed glasses poked his head in, holding a thick book of ‘Advanced Mathematics’.
“Director Nari, I…
I have a question about finding limits that I’d like to ask you.” Nari frowned: “I’m a Counselor; for professional questions, you should go to your professional course teachers.” The boy’s face flushed, and he stammered: “No…
it’s not about academic limits, it’s…
it’s about the ‘limit of beauty’.
I think you are the answer to this question.” After saying that, he placed a beautifully packaged sandwich on Nari’s desk, then ran off with a red face.
Nari sighed.
The other teachers exchanged glances.
Was this what popularity was like?
However, before Nari could even react, another girl appeared at the door.
“Director Nari, I’m here to submit my application to join the party!” She placed a stack of materials on the desk, with a pink envelope on top, on which was written in delicate handwriting: To my most beautiful Goddess Jingliu.
The female student looked at Nari with a lovesick expression, “Teacher Nari, you are truly beautiful.” “Uh, thank you!” Nari forced a smile.
Nari felt like he was suffocating.
Next, the office door became a revolving door.
“Director Nari, I’m here for psychological counseling.
Recently, whenever I see beautiful things, I want to call ‘Mom’.
What kind of symptom is this?” “Director Nari, these are walnuts from my hometown.
They’re for your brain; you must have been working hard recently!” “Director Nari, I…” In just half an hour, Nari’s desk was piled high with various snacks, drinks, fruits, and some even slipped in hand warmers and hand cream.
Love letters were cleverly tucked into the gaps of various documents.
He was drowned in an ocean of ‘love’, unable to move.
His colleagues were all stunned.
Teacher Satoru was even more envious, slapping his thigh: “Old Nari, your popularity is even more exaggerated than the school belle election!
Why don’t you hold a class and teach us how to be popular with students?” Popular?
This was simply too much popularity!
This phenomenon-level crowd-watching finally alarmed the school’s top management.
“Make way!
Everyone make way!
What are you doing blocking the corridor?
Don’t you have classes to attend?!” The Director of Academic Affairs Office, with two security guards, finally managed to push through the crowd and clear a path.
The Director was a little old man in his fifties, who usually prioritized discipline.
He walked to the office door with a dark face, ready to erupt, when he caught sight of Nari surrounded by ‘offerings’.
He was also stunned.
Although Nari was wearing the most ordinary white shirt, that face, that temperament, set against the cluttered background of the office, made him appear even more extraordinary and refined.
The reprimand that was on the Director’s lips was forcefully turned into: “Teacher Nari…
Teacher Nari, what…
what is going on here?” The two security guards also couldn’t help but secretly size up Nari; one of the younger ones even blushed and whispered to his companion: “Wow, he’s even better looking than in the online photos…” Nari stood up, about to explain.
“Everyone move aside!” A majestic voice came from behind the crowd.
The students automatically parted to form a path.
The highly respected Old Principal, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked over.
He adjusted his reading glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the chaotic corridor and Nari’s face.
The entire scene instantly fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, awaiting the Principal’s final judgment.
Expulsion?
Warning?
Or a school-wide public criticism?
The Old Principal walked in front of Nari and looked him up and down.
Then, he nodded with satisfaction, a gratified smile appearing on his face.
“Hmm, excellent.
Talented and versatile, a model of an outstanding contemporary teacher!” The Old Principal turned to the Director of Academic Affairs Office and announced in an irrefutable tone.
“For Teacher Nari’s matter, it’s better to guide than to block.
I think our school’s art festival’s grand finale will depend on him!”