Who could it be?

Xiaoquan Aonai peered inside. All the teachers stretched their necks to look, and although Akiko blocked them, she also sneakily peeked inside.

They were a bunch of teachers acting like children who got a new toy, with the others eagerly waiting for their turn to play.

The letter wasn't signed but bore a line of text:

"Aonai, I am going to give you a rain of roses."

Dubian! It must be from Dubian!

The next moment, Xiaoquan Aonai thought that it was a student who had sent her the roses, a student sending roses to a teacher... and delivering them to the classroom...

At least send them to my home, dummy!

She blushed, folded up the letter, and hastily signed her name on the delivery sheet.

"Oh! She's blushing—it must be from a lover!"

"Hahaha!"

"So lucky, I wish I could get roses too!"

'Ah—how embarrassing!' Holding seventy-nine roses, Xiaoquan Aonai remembered the cherry blossom rain from ten years ago that had broken the branches.

Back then, she had even joined Dubian Che in teasing herself!

"By the way, Ms. Xiaoquan, there's one more thing to tell you," the delivery person stated, shouldering the box again.

"Ah, what is it?" Xiaoquan Aonai snapped back to reality.

Her beautiful oval face, set off by the red roses, appeared even more vibrant.

"The gentleman who sent the flowers has made an agreement with our store. As long as you are still working here, we will deliver a rose from that day's selection every day. So, if you're no longer working here, please tell us your new delivery address in advance."

"Okay, got it."

"Ah!!!" The teachers' office erupted into excitement, some of the younger female teachers even jumping up in elation.

"A rose every day! How much would that cost?"

"Delivery might be more expensive than the roses, right?"

"Handsome like Dubian, rich, and so indulgent! Aonai, you're bound to resign and be a full-time wife soon, aren't you?"

Even Akiko reluctantly admitted, "This kid, I suppose he passes... Hmph. I'd really like a daily rose too!"

Among the envious comments, Xiaoquan Aonai remembered something else.

'Every day, I will buy the prettiest rose from the Ota Flower Market and present it to you as a morning greeting.'

That was Dubian Che's Valentine's Day reciprocation.

From Valentine's Day on February 14th to today, May 3rd, it was exactly seventy-nine days—the same number as the roses.

Was she one of them now? Among the three female students?

Xiaoquan Aonai felt strange.

Not the slightest bit resentful, but rather shy and happy.

She learned of the fact that Dubian Che had a lover during the Wind Instrument Club's summer cram school last year—had she become so accustomed to the idea of Dubian Che having lovers that it was no longer bothersome?

But to share Dubian Che's affection with female students...

No no, that wasn't right. She had fallen for him when she was sixteen, back when she still called Kiyono Lin "Big Sister."

Big Sister... lover... Xiaoquan Aonai didn't want to reminisce anymore; the more she thought about it, the more she felt shy.

She set down the roses, stored the letter, and took the faint scent of roses with her to class 2-4, ready for that day's morning meeting.

As she walked into the classroom, she unconsciously glanced at Dubian Che and remembered something:

Last night, was Dubian Che late because he went to the flower shop?

She deliberately didn't ask him, yet deep down she felt a sense of pride, thinking she was gentle and forgiving enough to excuse his date with a girlfriend or some lover.

She misunderstood him!

"Everyone..." Due to her shyness and anticipation, her voice sounded pleasantly husky.

"Hmm." She cleared her throat quietly and spoke again, "Everyone, back to your seats, we're starting the morning meeting now."

"Yes—" The students droned their response.

Xiaoquan Aonai glanced at the lesson plan, and when she looked up, her gaze involuntarily sought out Dubian Che.

He happened to be looking her way too.

'Ah, I'm so embarrassed!' she hurriedly turned her attention to the first group.

"Tomorrow is the sports competition, so those participating should remember to bring sportswear and sneakers, and the rest should be ready to support..."

She glanced at Dubian Che again and their eyes met once more.

She definitely needed to talk to him after class!

After the class meeting, Xiaoquan Aonai called Dubian Che over, and the two of them went to a corner at the end of the hallway—the place where teachers usually lectured students for mistakes made during class.

"Dubian, did you come back late last night because of the flower thing?" Xiaoquan Aonai started, feigning composure.

"Yeah, have you received them?" Dubian Che responded.

"Sorry... I misunderstood you," Xiaoquan Aonai felt herself getting warmer.

"Misunderstood? What did you misunderstand?" Dubian Che stepped closer, confused.

"Well, I thought you came back late because you were out having fun with them."

"Little Koizumi, don't you trust me? I'm quite hurt, you know." Dubian Che moved a step closer.

"...I'm apologizing, sorry."

"I won't accept the apology. I'm really upset, unless you kiss me." Dubian Che said.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss?!" Xiaoquan Aonai stammered, "No way!"

"How about a hug then? Just a quick one!"

"No, no! Dubian, you are still a student. You have to focus on your studies, and I must be a competent teacher."

"So what about your misunderstanding me? I really hate being misunderstood."

Xiaoquan Aonai blushed deeply, turned her face away, and dared not look at Dubian Che.

She whispered, "If it's just a... hug..."

Dubian Che opened his arms.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Xiaoquan Aonai pushed against the advancing student's chest with her English textbook.

"What's up?" Dubian Che, restraining a smirk, asked curiously.

"At least, not at school."

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