"Well, thank you for your love."
It's a white-haired, red-coloured, voice-sounding boy. It's a live, monthly-reading virtual Ai anchor.
"Is there any connection with Yachiyo today, Gwang-ju?"
The virtual anchor looks at the screen and looks at it as a reflection.
"If you want to see a teacher's connection with Yachiyo, it's easy to do it. Please look forward to the teacher's skill, check the room."
As the host vowed, the screen that the audience was watching began to shake as if space had fluctuated, and the virtual Ai anchor, called Light, had arrived next to Yachiyo.
"Ah, there you are again. You can let me know later."
The main broadcaster, Yachiyo, had already produced visible black lines, and white pony tails had been washed up in the air.
"It's impossible, Yachiyo's too famous, and teachers' fans are anxious to have me here. And I, Gwang-jun, Tsukuyomi Space's favorite fan, can't turn a blind eye to dear fans."
Just pretend to be an elder, with the palms on the head of Yachiyo, like a brother to his sister.
"How is it possible that you two have no blood relations?"
"Gwang-goon, you've got a lot of work to do."
"Gwang-goon, we didn't give you a quick flash to Yachiyo's live room, you're defaming us!"
"Teacher, the fans don't seem to buy."
Yachiyo looks at the flow of bullets and pulls his favorite to the front.
"No such thing. Bloody man, I'm leaving. This is the end of Gwang-jun's live broadcast today, and you will never see Gwang-jun again today."
Pretending to cover his face in pain and to make a false statement, the sound of tears that could be pierced in a second, the pain of Yachiyo's drawing to the front seems to have really hurt him.
"Everyone, I hope you will agree that tomorrow's day off will not be broadcast, so you can all come to Yachiyo's studio. It's Japan Standard Time 11, everybody, good night.
After one sentence, the anchor left the studio.
"It seems the teacher has left."
"You have to come to Yachiyo's live room before it goes down.
The screen is like saying.
The light after the play took off the "Intelligent Contact Glass" login, and took a look at itself, preparing itself for tomorrow's "Prescriptive Fiction" teaching -- sleep.
People's energy is limited, even the day the light will go out, so we have to sleep early so we can deal with the first day's teaching.
It's not a day for running away.
The light that lies in the bed hears the alarm clock that you set up.
He jumped out of his bed and saw his clothes packed yesterday.
Brush your teeth.
Wash your face. Do it.
Ha, ha. Okay, no breath.
"Sensei, you are so great that you don't know you're going to a blind date."
The tablets on the table pop up the Yachiyo.
"It's not much different, but if I was not liked by the students, I would have failed with the blind."
The voice of the light came from inside the shampoo.
"That's right. Come on, teacher.
Yachio's voice came from the tablet again.
"I'm out."
I was standing in front of the door and shouting at Yachiyo inside. Province
……
"It's bad. It's late."
And with a piece of bread in his bare mouth, he ran with a bag, and finally arrived at the school before school. "How come there's a dumpling"
"Ahem, class, I'm your Chinese teacher. My name is Light of the Moon. I don't mind being called Light."
He wrote his name on the blackboard behind him and told his classmates
"Now, I'm going to call for names. Please raise your hands and click, okay?"
「Iroha Sakayori」
Here.
Iroha Sakayori, purple hairbrush in the back of the head, very able hair. I hear it is a myth of the school, and it does seem to be at least in the form of an excellent presentation.
「Roka Ayatsumugi」
Roka Ayotsumugi, long pink hair in the back, looks elegant.
Here.
「Mami Isayama」
Mami Isayama, long-haired brown shoulder, no. Why are my eyes shining?
Here.
Looks like flowers, leaves, fruits.
……
"I would like to read to you today: most of all, the infinity of the eyes, as if we had known each other before. Wei Soo-in, "The Moon of the Flowers," and Translations came to us: "A moment of wonder, a moment of truth, a moment of truth."
……
"Everybody, class is over."
This is the end of a boring Chinese lesson.
"Oh, I'm tired."
In the end, the light on the road has not been able to bear, and hands have been put behind them and start moaning.
It's Yachiyo's advertisement.
"It's famous, Yachiyo."
Turning on the phone to play Yachiyo ' s song " The Sea of Stars " is both life together, but it is hard to deny that Yachiyo sings really nicely.
"Is this the song?
Yachiyo's voice suddenly appeared on the phone.
"Ah, a ghost!"
"What a bad show.
"Is it really that bad?"
The light's getting down.
There's a shooting star!
Stranger people are suddenly pointing at the air and shouting,
"Where? It's true."
Stars in the air answer strangers.
It turns out that Yachiyo is long gone.
"Fine. It's a three-day break.
Just lying in a big, soft bed thinking about how to waste the day off.
Let's make plans.
"Go to the shrine and pray, then buy some groceries."
It's like I thought of something.
"Damn, I've only taken a day off, and I'm going to broadcast it on the air, damn it. I don't want to be a virtual anchor anymore, because I'm already a rich man in gold, a rich man in all evil. Why do I have to do it?"
The colour of the leaf at this moment -
"Hey, baby?"
— Girls in high school
"Iroha Sakayori." Fan.
At this moment, we are facing a difficult choice.
There was a baby crying in front of a seven-colored pole.
She was lying in a small room in a utility pole, and the bamboo door was open.
"Why does this happen when it's just going through this road as usual?" At least not me."
There's a tangled look on the face of the leaf.
"I can't take you away."
The leaves will be closed, and the door of bamboo will be clearly closed.
I can't. It was closed and fired.
I can't. This time it's hard and it won't close.
"Sorry, I can't even take care of myself."
Anyway, even if you look at me with your poor big eyes, there's nothing I can do.
It's like it's seen through.
"Damn it! We're all going to fly!"
The drunk screams.
"Wow-wow."
Wild dogs barking.
"Go, play two more marbles. I think I can make it back."
Gamblers' rhetoric.
And the sound of the car.
"I can't leave you here alone, at least call the police."
The colored leaves brought the baby out of the pole.
"How do you hold the baby?"
It's so light. I was more surprised than the touch of soft or warmness. It's as if it's like carrying a towel that just rolls up. It seems that with a little push, there will be no resistance.
It's gone.
The house where the baby stayed disappeared.
"No, I didn't do it."
The coloured leaves hold the baby in one hand, and the other hand slams with the pole.
"Mom, what's that sister doing?"
"Don't look at her, go."
The most powerful high school girl was mistakenly recognized as a day.
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
But the baby did not control herself on such occasions, and she used her strongest weapon to make her cry in the cold and silent night.
……
"It's so cute, Mobra."
Where the leaves were not seen, Yachiyo was watching the movement of the leaves.
……
"What a bright day!"
The light of a good sleep finally wakes up. His eight-knock move was like a dog thrown over the ground.
"Good morning, teacher."
"Good morning, Yachiyo."
Tsukimi Yachiyo and the moonlight greet each other.
"I'm ready to pray to the shrine."
"Separate for me and the P-chan."
"I see."
Finally, at the “serious” request of Yachiyo, Gwangju agreed “to make it difficult”.
"I'm out."
Be safe.
The slow light finally leaves.
The light on the road is reminiscent of the outstanding student of yesterday's class - Iroha Sakayori, a student praised by class teachers.
Yesterday, in class, almost all the hard-won high-quality hegemonics were captured.
Suddenly, the light stops.
Because just a moment ago, I saw the most memorable thing in my life, the best-looking student of my own, with a baby in his arms, came out of a mother-and-child shop.
Four eyes against one another.
Silence.
……
The petroized colours of Vs petroized the lights.
"Eat leaves, the teacher didn't mean to ask you about your experience.
Old old teacher! What are you doing here? And this is my niece, who I have raised for a while, not my child, and please believe me."
The colored leaves of the two-bit piece of paper explain the history of the children in their arms to the glamorous light.
In the interpretation of the leaves, Gwang-jun finally believed the words of the leaves.
"But is it really okay for a high school student to take care of a child?"
"I can do it."
The coloured leaves are on the chest.
"What is the teacher doing today?"
"I'm going to help one of my students to marry."
I'll leave you alone.
Bye.
The leaves then seemed like they were awakened and disappeared in blinking.