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Kitahara Hakuba, holding a mobile phone detector, began scanning the students entering the classroom.

The question is, how exactly should this device be used to scan a female student's body?

Should we start sweeping from the buttocks? Or from the front? Should we sweep between a girl's legs? Should we sweep her feet if she's wearing indoor shoes?

Kitahara Hakuba didn't quite understand, so he honestly chose to scan each side once. If he didn't do it properly, it would look like he was molesting a girl.

He knew quite a few of the third-year students in Class C, and his closest friends were Eri Kanzaki and Yuka Isomoto, as well as Hama Watanabe and Yoshie Suzuki.

"Teacher Kitahara::"

He heard a girl's voice and turned his head to see Yu Shou.

Her high ponytail looked beautiful, the hair smooth and shiny, highlighting the girl's delicate features. Kitahara Hakuma looked at this tall girl, and her body gave him the feeling of a sturdy sapling.

"Good luck on the joint exam," he encouraged.

"Yes." Yu Shou nodded quickly, took out a black pen from his pocket and said, "I still carry this with me. It's very useful."

"I'm glad you like it," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile. "They sell it in hundreds of stores outside."

Yu Shou didn't reply, but simply let him scan both sides of his body with the detector.

Because many people were watching, she knew she couldn't stay long, so she went straight inside and sat down.

"Rain Guardian, you're sitting next to me." Yuka Isomoto raised her hand to greet him.

Yu Shou glanced at her sideways, straightened his back, and said, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of cheating."

"I didn't mention that, and I don't have the guts to do it anyway."

Yuka Isomoto smiled awkwardly. She understood to some extent that high-achieving students were probably most afraid of being greeted by students in the middle or lower ranks during exams.

The teacher proctoring Class C was Morimoto, the homeroom teacher. When the exam papers were handed out, their attention was entirely focused on the papers.

Kitahara Hakuba put the detector back in his office, and like a wound-up toy that made no sound, he paced back and forth in the corridor.

The sound of students flipping through exam papers was like the rustling of wind through the paper.

The job was barely acceptable for the first ten minutes, but it became increasingly boring afterward, mainly because Shenxu's students were all too disciplined, and he couldn't catch any students cheating at all.

It's also possible that the student's cheating methods were too sophisticated for him to catch.

But if you can't catch them, it means they don't exist. If they don't exist, it means the students are very well-behaved. If they are very well-behaved, it means you can slack off a bit. When you take out your phone in the corridor to relax, someone gently taps your shoulder.

Kitahara Hakuba thought he had been caught red-handed as soon as he took it out, but when he turned around, he saw Nagase Tsukiyo's mother.

She wore a soft cashmere scarf around her neck, which complemented her off-white coat, and black knee-high boots.

No matter how you look at it, her exposed skin looks incredibly supple and youthful. This beautiful young woman's dedication to maintaining her figure is almost excessive; she could rival a teenage girl.

Of course, Kitahara Hakuba had no idea how well Nagase's mother had maintained her body, which was hidden under her coat.

"Teacher Kitahara: " A wry smile played on her lips as she reached out and pinched Kitahara Hakuba's proctor badge, saying, "As a proctor, how can you be playing on your phone here?"

"Sorry." Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what to say and simply put his phone away.

Nagase's mother said with interest, "If you're arrested, shouldn't you at least offer some explanation? Like, that you received some information at the last minute or something?"

"There's nothing to explain, I'm just a little bored."

Kitahara Hakuba was fearless. He knew that if he backed down and made excuses in front of someone like Nagase's mother, she might look down on him.

Nagase's mother, her lips adorned with cherry-colored lip balm, curved into a smile and said:

"I wanted to talk to you on the phone, but when I checked my phone, I realized I didn't have your number. What a blunder."

"What else can I talk to you about?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, puzzled.

Nagase's mother smiled and said, "You should have some free time now, let's talk privately."

“I’m probably busy, I have to proctor the exam,” Kitahara Hakuba said, his fingers gripping the proctor’s badge.

“Actually, these proctors don’t need you at all; it doesn’t matter whether you’re there or not,” Nagase’s mother said dismissively.

The sentence sounded somewhat familiar, causing Kitahara Hakuba to furrow his brow slightly.

"Feeling uncomfortable? I'm just repeating what you once said to my child."

Nagase's mother crossed her arms, her beige coat completely covering her body, revealing only a small section of her calves.

“No, I don’t mind,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Seeing his calm demeanor, which was similar to his confident and composed manner at the dinner table, a sense of displeasure suddenly welled up in the depths of Chang Shu's mother's heart.

"I think I would like it more and feel more relaxed if Kitahara-sensei appeared a little more vulnerable."

Nagase's mother spoke as she passed by his side.

"follow me."

Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what she was going to do, but seeing the ferryman nodding at him incessantly in the corridor, he could only follow along.

Upon arriving at the teachers' lounge, the first thing Nagase's mother did was take off her beige coat.

She wore a white long-sleeved turtleneck sweater underneath, a black pleated skirt on the bottom, and black opaque pantyhose covering her legs.

Kitahara Hakuba was stunned. Was Nagase's mother dressed so young?

If placed in a school, it would be the kind of thing that makes these Hokkaido girls blush and boys have nosebleeds.

"What? You've got dirty thoughts about your student's mother?" Nagase's mother sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at Kitahara Hakuba, her tone full of provocation.

Kitahara Hakuba shook his head, sat down opposite her, and said:

"No, you're just prettier than I imagined."

"Really? As a woman, I'm really happy to receive such praise from Kitahara-sensei."

Nagase's mother narrowed her eyes slightly, and as she alternated her legs, the sound of her pantyhose rubbing together could be clearly heard, which was even more jarring than chalk scraping against the blackboard.

"Is there something you need? I already said I wouldn't be staying."

"Don't worry, I didn't talk to you about that. I respect your choice."

Nagase's mother raised her hand and carefully examined her cherry-white fingernails, saying, "But Kitahara-sensei, you've worked so hard. Now that the brass band has achieved great success, you still have to teach a few girls to go to university."

“This is the right thing to do.”

"lie."

"Don't scare me," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

Why are the personalities of Nagase and her mother so different? However, he is also glad that Nagase Tsukiyo's personality is not like her mother's, otherwise she might have become an even more difficult girl to deal with than Eri.

Nagase's mother suddenly said:

"Qingniao's father has been found to be embezzling and will be dealt with in the next few days."

Kitahara Hakuba frowned and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean by 'deal with'?"

"Don't worry, we're legitimate businessmen. We wouldn't do anything underworld-related. This isn't a movie. This matter will obviously be handled through the legal system, probably."

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Nagase's mother rested her fingers on her chin, thought for a moment, and then said...

"This kind of business embezzlement crime will probably take about ten years, after all, he embezzled 3.6 billion."

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Kitahara Hakuba wasn't without such an amount, but hearing that so much had been embezzled still surprised him somewhat.

Chapter 334, Section 333: Nagase's Mother's Attitude (4) >>

"Will Saito be affected?"

Nagase's mother looked at his face and said calmly:

"We're definitely going to auction off the Saito family's villa in Motomachi."

“Saito told me that the house was left to her by her father, and that the two had broken off their relationship,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"But her name was never on the property certificate. A silly girl like Qingniao probably wouldn't care about these things. Well, she's pretty ordinary."

In Nagase's mother's eyes, Saito Haruka was an extremely foolish girl who was good for nothing except her figure and could not be compared to her daughter.

Kitahara Hakuba was silent for a moment, then spoke again:

"Then why are you talking to me about these things?"

"I just felt that you seemed quite interested in these girls, and I thought you should pay some attention to them, after all, you are the best teacher I have ever met," Nagase's mother said with a smile.

Her words seemed to have a hidden meaning, forcing Kitahara Hakuba to become more vigilant:

"If students encounter difficulties in their lives, the school will provide appropriate assistance. As a teacher, I am simply carrying out the school motto."

Nagase's mother was clearly clicking her tongue in amazement:

"We're all adults here, so I'll be as clear as possible: I'm here for only one reason."

"While she's away at university, I hope you can continue to mentor her. I'll buy you an apartment in Minato Ward, Tokyo, and put it in your name. You two can try being together during this time."

Her words were undoubtedly a huge blow to Kitahara Hakuba. To put it more bluntly, it was because he was living with her daughter, and the implication was self-evident.

Is this normal? Letting your daughter live with another guy and then leaving the room yourself?

Her "generosity" truly caught Kitahara Hakuba off guard.

"Mrs. Nagase, are you joking with me?"

“My daughter likes you a lot. At first, I couldn’t do anything about it, but after thinking about it carefully, you’re not bad either.”

Nagase's mother, as if selecting merchandise, scanned Kitahara Hakuba's body. His black stockings gleamed faintly, and a slight smile played on her lips; her tone exuded the allure of a mature young woman.

"If the time is right, I can keep it a secret from my husband and daughter and hang out with you, how about that? Boys your age, don't you like to eat together?"

If an average man heard this, and then looked at the beautiful young woman's black pleated skirt and black pantyhose,

They've probably already been fired up and couldn't wait to agree.

But Kitahara Hakuba quickly calmed down upon hearing this. Nagase's mother was still testing him, convinced that he was a pervert who was targeting underage girls.

If he agrees here, he will have completely fallen into the trap set by this beautiful young woman.

"Don't talk to me about this anymore. I don't want my impression of you, Mrs. Nagase, to be reflected in Mr. Nagase."

Kitahara Hakuba stood up, looked down at her, and said irritably,