His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy

Chapter 656: A SIMPLE TOUCH

The weekend flew by without incident, and soon, it was time for work again. Luckily, Emi was in a good mood on Monday after the long rest. She drove to the school early to ensure she got there before the students.

She was the teacher on duty for the week, which meant she had to show up early in the morning and leave late in the evening. The teacher-on-duty usually watched over the students outside the classes to avoid incidents.

The responsibility was shared among all the teachers on a schedule, each person only needed to do it once in a while.

Moreover, the Discipline Committee and the Student Council handled most of the specific tasks related to running the student affairs. All Emi needed to do was monitor from a distance and handle any blow-ups.

She liked the system implemented in the school.

The Blue Monarch Institute put a lot of effort into the organisation of the internal structure of the school. The goal was to prepare the students for their future life, even if they did not do too well academically.

The prestige of being in student leadership was exceptional, so a lot of the kids were interested in being part of the governing body. It meant having connections with more than the menial tasks in school.

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In that position, the members of the Student Council could interact and form connections with children from important families. Moreover, the school had events and avenues which allowed them to work with companies, organisations and government bodies.

So, if a student wanted to start working their way up in the world quickly, they would work hard to join and remain in the Student Council.

As for the Discipline Committee, it was a strange group that combined morally upright students, delinquents with a need to rule and sociopaths. Basically, anyone who liked the power to control others joined it.

Shio Emi kept an eye on both groups, but she was satisfied with the performance so far.

On that Monday, she arrived at the school before the students. She did not stay in her office. Instead, she walked the grounds and observed the students coming into the school from the gate.

She found the school fascinating because she did not have a regular educational experience. If she had, she would not have had the academic background she did at her age.

Most students came to school in private cars with chauffeurs, and some had bodyguards. Some lucky few had parents who drove them personally. Of course, a few walked and rode bikes, perhaps due to the proximity of their homes to the school.

It was rare to see anyone who could not be delivered to the school in some fancy vehicle. This could be attributed to the fact that the few scholarship children who attended the institute usually lived in the school because of the high-end location.

The drop-off process in the morning was efficient and fast, like a well-oiled machine.

Well, it was, until a black 4WD with tinted windows stopped in front of the gate in the loading zone. The back door opened, and a girl with dyed hair jumped out of the vehicle with a cheerful smile, uncharacteristic for a student on a Monday morning.

The cute girl waved towards the vehicle and skipped towards Emi with excitement. It seemed like her weekend was good. Emi felt gratified seeing the girl in a good mood.

“Good morning, Teacher Shio.” Misaki greeted with enthusiasm.

“Good morning, Misaki. You look cheerful this morning.” She smiled.

“I had a big breakfast,” Misaki replied happily, thinking about eating breakfast with her uncle. She knew he could probably not always be at home with her, but things were already looking good.

“Go on to class. I have a feeling you are in for a surprise in your first class.” Teacher Shio laughed with a twinkle in her eye.

“A pop quiz?” Misaki asked.

Teacher Shio put a finger to her lips. Misaki giggled before making a zipper motion over her mouth. In any case, it did not matter to her if all her classes were exams. Nothing could bring her mood down. She turned to leave before pausing and looking back. Please visit 𝗳re𝚎𝚠𝐞𝗯𝙣𝗼ν𝗲l. c૦𝓶

“Oh, my uncle wants you to go say hi,” Misaki said before waving and hopping to class.

Teacher Shio looked at the black vehicle that was holding up the drop-off queue. She felt annoyance rising in her because the stupid man was acting entitled. However, she was also the teacher in charge of the week.

More importantly, she was afraid that the man might come out of the car and cause a scene at the gate.

So, she walked to the black vehicle and wanted to tap on the driver’s window. The dark glass withdrew before she could and exposed the handsome face of Yagi Seiryo. The man smiled, softening the rough edges, making him even more attractive.

However, Emi maintained a stern face.

“You are disrupting the morning drop-off, Mr Yagi.” She said.

“You agreed to call me, Seiryo.” He said with the same smile.

“And you are holding up the other parents and students. Move!” Teacher Emi raised a fine eyebrow at him.

A masculine hand reached through the window. Before Emi could react, the fingers lightly touched her cheek. To Yagi, the texture of the skin was like smooth silk, and its warmth flowed into his body. The simple touch was something magical.

The first thought in Emi’s head was not to push away the mischievous hand but to check if someone else had seen them. She sighed in relief when she realised no one was watching before slapping away the hand.

“That fire...” Yagi chuckled with a deep throaty vibration.

Emi blushed as the voice washed over her, making her feel things she should not on a Monday morning. She suppressed the heat within her and pretended to be composed. She raised a hand and made a shooing motion before turning away.

“I will see you soon, Emi,” Seiryo said to her before starting his vehicle.

Teacher Shio felt off-kilter as she continued watching the students come in, but she was distracted. She did not know why she was so drawn to Yagi.

No, it was not drawn.

The feeling was not just attraction. She felt like she was standing on unsteady ground when she was facing him. She did not know if she liked or hated that sensation of not being in control. She did not know if she even wanted to see him again.

No, that was a lie.

She had a weird feeling in her stomach when she thought about it, but she definitely wanted to see him again. She already wanted to see him again even as she walked back to her office.

And it scared her.

His last words kept ringing in her ears, like a promise, like a threat...

She could not wait.