Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

But what is even more striking is her figure, which is extremely tall, almost 1.8 meters, which is already considered a giant in Japan, where the per capita height of women is less than 1.6 meters.

The white veil skirt hangs down on the ground along the slender legs, and there is a faint chill, and the strong oppression is oncoming, which coincides with the image of the eight-foot-sama in the emerging urban legend.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Hachichi was a little sullen when he was disturbed, but his face was still calm.

The voice is also a very magnetic alto, which matches her image very well.

Fujiwara Yuki said politely, "Master Hachishaku, sorry to disturb you, we are looking for a student who ran away from home, Suzuki Masao."

Yes, reality is not as turbulent as TV dramas, and is often very plain, so Fujiwara Yuki chose the most direct way.

"15 years old, a red-haired boy with big eyes and a straight nose." Shimizu Sakiren added carefully beside her.

"Ling, Mu, Jiang, Sheng?" Hachisha-sama frowned and repeated the name, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Then she put her arm on the heavy door, and her sharp eyes looked at Fujiwara Yuki seriously like lasers.

"You are..." She stared at her for a long time, and the forehead lines on her forehead suddenly stretched, "A child of the Fujiwara family?"

Fujiwara Yuki nodded, "Yes, my mother is Fujiwara Rika, the eldest daughter of the Fujiwara family."

Hachisha-sama turned and opened the door, "Then come in."

Shimizu Sakiren and Fujiwara Yuki looked at each other, and walked into the door tacitly.

Hachisha-sama's VIP room is no different from a luxurious hotel room, but Shimizu Sakiren did not see Suzuki Masao either.

"come here."

Another mystery is that the deepest room is hidden. The color integrated with the wall seems to faintly confirm the extraordinaryness of this place. Master Hachishaku led Shimizu Sakiren and Fujiwara Yuki here, and pushed the door.

The room was dim and dark like a prison, and the walls like a gloomy castle were covered with densely packed scary props. With a casual glance, Shimizu Sakiren saw the slender whip and the handcuffs glowing with silver light.

Shimizu Sakiren's face turned pale in an instant and his whole body trembled, his heart suddenly sank into the bitter late winter of nine cold days, the joy of finding the student turned into a terrifying fright.

"how come……"

Fujiwara Yuki patted her on the shoulder slightly, and then winked to calm Shimizu Sakiren.

The fact that she really entered the room made her feel a little relieved.

"Teacher Shimizu..." Suzuki Masao opened his eyes wide, and for the first time, a look of fear and shame appeared on the childish and stubborn boy's face, and the slender ball in his hand trembled slightly, obviously a little uneasy.

Shimizu Sakiren glanced nervously, and there were some scrawled draft papers on the desk, as if she was writing hard before.

Mr. Hachishaku leaned against the wall, and calmly narrated: "Is his name Suzuki Masao? But he told me that he was Matsushita Yosuke? He was young and had impure motives, and he has been using some tricks for the past three days."

"I asked him why he did it and he said he wanted money. Then I brought him here."

Hachisha-sama is very frank and doesn't mind his special hobbies being known by others, "I asked him if he doesn't care if he has to face these? The kid said that as long as he has money... Then I smoked and found two sets for him For the test paper, I said that if I can get 200 points, I will give him [-] million yen."

Suzuki Masao pursed his lips, turned his head to one side, and remained silent.

"I'm not interested in kids, but it's funny how bad kids are, you know? He told me he was 20 years old, his father died of alcoholism, and his mother was sick, so he had to do it."

Shimizu Sakirei's dangling heart finally fell to the ground safely amidst Hachisha-sama's frankness.

Masaki Suzuki's mouth was full of lies.

She didn't mean to blame, after all, angry questioning could only arouse the rebellious resentment of adolescents, and she always used gentle knives.

Shimizu Sakiren spoke softly, she walked slowly in front of Masaki Suzuki, looked down into her eyes and said softly: "Student Suzuki, this is the fifth time you have run away from home, can you tell me why? The teacher asked Five times, you are tired and I am tired, if you have any problems, just tell the teacher, the teacher will help you solve it, for example, if you want to be a big star or if you are short of money, the teacher can help you."

Suzuki Masao clenched his fists, hesitantly glanced at Hachisha-sama and Fujiwara Yuki who were watching quietly.

Shimizu Saki understood, she turned around and said, "Yuki, Hachisha-sama, please go out for a while, please?"

"no problem."

In the claustrophobic prison-like room, Suzuki Masaki faced Shimizu Sakiren with a gentle face, his lips moved slightly and struggled, and an expression of almost collapse appeared on his immature face. Finally, he suppressed the expression of wanting to cry and said ,

"My father had an affair, in his and mother's bedroom."

The expression on Shimizu Sakiren's face solidified like lava.

"There are not only women but also men, at that moment... I want to kill him, why is he so, so dirty?!!!"

Through his hateful and painful eyes, Shimizu Sakiren seemed to see the future several years later.

It feels like the body has turned into a stiff tree trunk, entangled in the dry soil, unable to move an inch.

Isn't what I did also cheating?

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Recently, I have been severely audited, and it is a bit difficult to deal with. The family members are very supportive, and the next chapter will be Misaki Love's counterattack!

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if line: Chapter 216 [if line] Shimizu Misaki's counterattack is complete! 12

In the small and dark room like an ancient castle, Shimizu Sakiren lowered her head, her thick eyelashes blocked all the light in her eyes.

The relationship between Mr. Suzuki and his wife seems to be very good. The husband and wife respect each other like a guest, and no one can tell that the gentle and gentle Mr. Suzuki will be a scumbag who cheats on both men and women.

Father, as a majestic existence like a god in childhood, such a thing is as terrible as the world is turned upside down for any child.

Shimizu Sakiren knew that she had no position to comment on Suzuki Masaki's right and wrong, so she sighed with complicated emotions. She gently patted Suzuki Masaki's head to express comfort, and asked with concern,

"So is this the root cause of your running away from home? Don't want to stay at home?"

The incident has happened, and no matter what kind of consolation has left a scar on his heart, this is the first time Suzuki Masaki has opened his heart, and Shimizu Sakiren doesn't want to ask him why he lied, but just wants to listen to his truest thoughts.

"Yes."

Suzuki Masaki gritted his teeth tightly, his face showed a maturity and profoundness unlike ordinary teenagers, but in any case he was only a 15-year-old boy.

Shimizu Sakiren's mood is like a tangled mess woven together, impetuous but has to face Masaki Suzuki with a mature and gentle image.

She said softly: "Student Suzuki, this is not your fault. You don't have to blame yourself. The adults' affairs are left to the adults, and you shouldn't be responsible."

"Teacher, you... treat me very well, but I'm not the child you imagined."

He whispered something like a promise, the young man's eyes were full of unscrupulous madness, "I want to earn a lot of money, countless money."

"Suzuki-san, why do you think so?"

"Teacher, do you know? My mother also knew about it, but she..."

He lowered his head, and when he said this, his voice was trembling and almost weeping,

"My mother... told me that if you get divorced, you will have no home, and being with your father can give you a better life."

"So, now I have to earn a lot of money, and I want to keep my mother away from my father completely. I don't want this false home!"

The previous desire to cry became his motivation at this moment. He almost uttered these words from his lips in a tone of gritted teeth,

"I want revenge, I want a lot of money, I want my father to fall from his high altar."

Every word, every word weeps blood.

But this is a family matter of the Suzuki family, and Shimizu Sakiren is not qualified to take care of it. She respects Suzuki Masaki's thoughts, and she already has a rough idea of ​​how to deal with this matter in her heart.

"The teacher respects your ideas, but your mother is worried about you now."

He found something like a vigilant rabbit, and immediately emphasized with a downcast face: "I don't want to go home."

"I heard from Miyamura-san that you want to be an entertainer in the entertainment industry, right?"

Suzuki Masao shook his head vigorously, "It's not that he's an entertainer, but because he makes money quickly."

"Teacher, I... happen to know that famous artist, Ms. Aoi Ayase, um, I can contact their office for you, if Suzuki-san wants to enter the entertainment industry."

No matter how complicated Shimizu Sakiren's heart was, she still nodded and showed a gentle smile.

It's just that no matter what angle you look at from that smile, it's a bit forced.

"Of course the teacher won't let you go home. I will ask Mr. Ito to take you in for a while, how about it?"

"In this case……"

Suzuki Masaki frowned, and seemed to be hesitating while sitting on the table, but Shimizu Sakiren knew that the result she wanted was about to be achieved.

She is not qualified to teach students what to do in such a major event in life. She is the only one who can get out of those painful and bloody times.

Shimizu Misaki walked around the claustrophobic room, her footsteps sounded loudly, "This kind of place shouldn't be the place where students should stay."

In the end, she stood in front of Masaki Suzuki, looked at him lovingly and worriedly, and said, "It's dangerous here, and the teacher has been worried for many days."

The boy's knuckles clutched the white test papers, "...I want to answer the questions..."

Shimizu Sakiren knew that Suzuki would still be thinking about Mr. Hachishaku's little money, she laughed and said,

"Do you really think you can solve these problems? Let me see..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at the densely packed writing on the test paper,

"A linear equation in two variables. This is high school content. Suzuki-san shouldn't be able to solve it, right? This is a small punishment from Hachisha-sama."

"Suzuki-san lied to her, right? Such a thing is wrong, you know? If it weren't for Hachisha-sama's kind heart, something might happen to her..."

Shimizu Sakiren said that she tapped the table heavily with her slender knuckles, and said solemnly: "Please apologize sincerely to Lord Hachishaku in the future."

……

"Master Hachisha, I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

Suzuki Masaki always listened to Shimizu Sakiren's words very much, he came out of the dark room, bathed in the daylight, and bowed a standard ninety degrees.

His back was straight, and the sunlight hit the boy's fair side face, which felt like a world away. As for whether this apology was sincere, it was unknown.

Master Hachisha stood in front of the translucent sliding window, like a silent ghost, looking at him expressionlessly, and responded in a deep voice without any ups and downs:

"Don't do this kind of thing next time, and don't show off your cleverness. There are bad people in this world."

As long as Masaki Suzuki is fostered at the home of Teacher Ito from the same school, Shimizu Sakiren can rest assured for the time being.

"Master Hachisha, thank you."

At this time, Shimizu Sakiren also bowed deeply to the tall and tall Mr. Hachishaku.

"You're welcome." She said flatly.

It's time to leave, Shimizu Sakiren thought.

Her gaze unconsciously rested on the reddish-brown table, on which thick paper piled up like snowflakes.

But something different, there is a pair of silver handcuffs with a cold light in the center of the table. The cold light of metal is as cold as snow, faintly, making people shudder.

Handcuffs are used to arrest criminals, but in the eyes of Hachisha-sama, they are probably not a special hobby.

"What's the matter? Do you like it very much? I gave it to you."

Hachisha-sama cast a curious look. Although her expression was indifferent and oppressive, Shimizu Sakiren could feel a faint kindness from her, so it didn't make people feel alienated.

Shimizu Sakiren eagerly waved his hands and declined:

"Ah... that, Hachisha-sama, I don't need it."

I don't have such strange hobbies, how could I become such a person in the eyes of Hachi-sama?

Shimizu Sakiren looked at Fujiwara Yuki with some embarrassment, her delicate eyebrows were raised, and her golden pupils were like stars exuding a strange brilliance of interest, it seemed that she was the one who was interested in the handcuffs.

"But I think you seem to need these things very much."

Hachisha-sama came to such a conclusion for some reason, Shimizu Sakiren had a weird expression, and his eyebrows and eyes fluctuated several times, which was very embarrassing.

There are many such props in her secret room, and it is obvious that Hachisha-sama is a complete shaker.

But Shimizu Saki Koi is not.

There are students here...

The atmosphere froze as if the cold ice age had come again, Shimizu Sakiren was silent for a long time before breaking the embarrassment of freezing people, "Why did Hachisha-sama say that?"

"Look at people's intuition. Of course, you don't have to take it away."

Hachisha-sama was obviously very casual, she slowly sat on the comfortable black leather boss chair, lifted the handcuffs on the table and signaled Shimizu Sakiren to get them.

The crisp sound of the chains colliding is disturbing.

"This……"

Shimizu Sakiko glanced at Fujiwara Yuki, then at Suzuki Masao who was full of melon-eating expressions, and accepted it in a strange way.

The cold metal felt close to the skin, Shimizu Sakiren put the gift from Hachishaku-sama into the pocket of the dress.