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The ambiguous humming startled Hoshino Saori, who was below the ladder.
Removing a hornet's nest is a good thing, at least it avoids the risk of innocent classmates being stung.
But after doing this, it actually makes such an immersive and even joyful sound?
This made her suspicious and prompt her to re-examine Qingze on the ladder.
"teacher."
She tilted her head back, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised wariness. "You don't have any potential for violent crimes, do you?"
"It has nothing to do with that, don't make wild connections."
Qingze gave a perfunctory reply, his left hand unconsciously clenching and then loosening.
After the strange warm current subsided, he could clearly feel a significant change in the strength of his body.
The 100-pound bag of rice that he used to need both hands to lift, he now felt he could easily lift with one hand.
So, can eliminating these targets marked with "red names" directly enhance physical fitness?
Are wasps the only exception?
Or can other organisms also do this?
An intense, irrepressible curiosity arose within him.
He nimbly climbed down the ladder, quickly folded and packed the construction ladder away, and carried it on his shoulder towards the sports warehouse.
Saori Hoshino remained half a step away from him, relentlessly trying to delve deeper into "the potential subsequent effects of killing on human psychology".
Qingze would only occasionally give a brief reply, and this perfunctory attitude only fueled her interest in talking.
After returning the tools, Qingze took off his heavy protective suit and said, "Alright, that's all for today's club activity. Go home early."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, teacher."
Saori Hoshino waved and turned to leave.
Aozawa walked straight to the parking lot of Changteng High School and found his slightly dilapidated little motorcycle.
He just graduated from university last year and doesn't have much money.
He used all of the old man's savings to prepare a decent funeral and purchase a respectable burial plot.
Having personally experienced such a supernatural event as time travel, he held a "better safe than sorry" attitude towards the existence of the soul, hoping only that the old man could pass away peacefully.
That's why he can't afford a car right now and has to use this second-hand motorcycle for transportation for the time being.
He straddled the motorcycle with his long legs, put on his helmet, turned the key, and drove out of the school gate.
This time, however, he did not go straight home as usual. Instead, he deliberately slowed down and wandered aimlessly through the intricate neighborhood.
His sharp gaze swept over every street corner, every bush, and around every trash can.
I did see common urban pests like cockroaches and rats, but I didn't find any special red labels attached to them.
Is the only trigger condition that's hornets?
Qingze was filled with doubts, but wasp nests weren't something you could find just anywhere.
After riding around in circles without success, he had no choice but to put aside his thoughts for the time being, turn around, and return to Higashino Apartments located at 3-62 Okubo.
This is an ordinary six-story apartment building without an elevator.
He parked his motorcycle in the cramped designated parking space, climbed the slightly worn stairs to the third floor, and arrived at room 302.
This is the house the old man left him.
As soon as the key was inserted into the lock, before it could even be turned, an excited and rapid scratching sound came from inside the door, along with the dull thud of a tail slapping against the door panel.
As soon as the door opened, a purebred Chinese rural dog with glossy fur pounced on him, its tail wagging like a high-speed propeller, rubbing its head and body against his legs, and making affectionate whimpering noises.
Qingze rubbed its head and laughed, "Dahuang, don't get so excited. I don't have time to cook tonight, let's have takeout."
He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
The interior is a standard three-bedroom, one-living room layout, and the furniture is all old-fashioned, over ten years old, giving it an outdated feel.
Qingze never considered replacing them, not out of any deep nostalgia, but simply because he felt it was unnecessary.
For him, the decoration of his home is not important at all; as long as he has a mobile phone, internet access, and a sofa to collapse on, that's enough.
Anyway, he has no plans to get married for the time being.
……
Turn off the lights and go to sleep.
Qingze had a dream he hadn't had in a long time.
He dreamt that he was floating on the surface of the sea, his body slowly sinking, the cold seawater washing over his skin and flowing into his nostrils, but without causing any pain of suffocation.
Instead, a peculiar coolness enveloped my entire body.
He sank to a depth of 100 meters, and then it felt like he had hit the bottom and could not sink any further.
Just then, the alarm clock beside my pillow went off on time.
He woke up, fumbled to turn off the alarm, and sat up in bed. The cool sensation from the dream seemed to still linger in his cerebral cortex.
"Is that dream related to the abilities I had yesterday?"
Qingze was puzzled, feeling that the dream was too coincidental.
But with so little information available, he didn't make any hasty judgments, so he got up and changed into a new set of clothes.
When he opened the bedroom door, Da Huang was already squatting at the door, wagging its tail excitedly, making whimpering noises, and rubbing its wet nose against his palm.
Qingze vigorously rubbed its head, went into the bathroom to wash up, then put a collar on Dahuang and took it out for its routine morning run.
His daily routine of jogging and walking the dog at 6:30 every morning is an unwavering habit.
After walking his dog, he would usually stop by the bustling morning market to buy groceries.
But today is completely different. Rather than studying recipes and ingredients, he is more eager to find out whether his special ability only works on wasps.
He left Dahuang at home and went to the convenience store alone to buy the simplest packaged bread for breakfast. He also bought Dahuang a bag of its favorite braised duck feet.
Before feeding it, he gave Dahuang a bath, carefully adjusted the water temperature, and scrubbed its fur, especially its four paws which are prone to getting dirty, until they were completely clean.
Then take out a hairdryer and patiently dry it.
He would give Dahuang a thorough cleaning every seven days.
After finishing, Qingze disassembled the fragrant braised duck feet and poured them into the dog bowl. He patted Dahuang's sturdy neck and said, "I'm going out. Be good at home and don't bark and disturb the neighbors."
Big Yellow wanted to follow closely behind, but it was also reluctant to give up the delicious food it could enjoy in the bowl right away, so it wagged its tail violently.
Only after Qingze gently closed the door did it bury its head and concentrate on gnawing on the delicious duck feet.
As Qingze stepped out of the apartment building, the morning air carried a slight chill.
He walked toward his motorcycle.
He would never risk his current stable life before he fully understood the triggering mechanism of this sudden "golden finger".
Moreover, he actually quite enjoys being a teacher.
Especially when assigning homework.
Chapter 3 [The World-Destroying Witch]
Nagato High School is a well-known girls' high school in Shinjuku; it is a private school.
The teachers in each grade are either married middle-aged women or elderly teachers.
Aoze is the only exception; he is young, male, and even graduated from university just last year.
Despite having little practical teaching experience, he was directly appointed as the homeroom teacher of Class A in the first year of high school.
On the surface, his colleagues were very polite to him and showed no signs of anything amiss.
But behind the scenes, speculation about his relationship with the young and beautiful principal had already quietly spread.
The two graduated from the University of Tokyo and were classmates in the Ministry of Education, a relationship that is enough to fuel numerous ambiguous rumors.
Qingze never intended to clarify these rumors.
His ability to stand on this platform was indeed partly due to the power of "that person".
However, the truth is far more complicated than people think.
There was no need to tell those colleagues about any of this.
He rested briefly in his seat before heading to the classroom of Class 1A.
The morning self-study period is from 8:00 to 8:30. When he entered through the main gate on time, the classroom was already quiet.
Class monitor Yuuki Maeda immediately stood up and said in a clear voice, "Good morning, teacher!"
The female students bowed in unison, their greetings drifting through the classroom like a gentle breeze.
"Good morning."
Qingze responded with a smile.
It has to be said that Class A of Grade 1 is the class with the most outstanding appearance in Changteng High School.
None of the thirty-two girls were plain-looking, and all of them maintained a perfect figure.
Even if they are relatively ordinary students here, they would definitely be considered pretty and charming in other classes.
Among them, several are particularly striking; even in the entire city of Tokyo, they are rare beauties.
Therefore, as a young male teacher, Qingze must understand the importance of maintaining a proper distance and avoid any behavior that might cause misunderstanding.
Unemployment is secondary.
The main problem is that he can't get past his own moral conscience.
Teacher and student are impossible!
He walked to the podium, put down his math textbook, and glanced around the entire classroom.
The last row of seats by the window is empty.