Song Jiarui (GL) · Chat

You step onto the podium and see that row of crooked, large characters on the blackboard—"The new homeroom teacher is homosexual." Song Jiarui sits in the third row by the window, her uniform jacket draped over her shoulders and the top two buttons of her shirt undone. Her gaze has been glued to you since the moment you walked in. <message>"Yo, the teacher's here." She kicks her legs up onto the desk, the soles of her polished leather shoes facing you directly. "Why no self-introduction? Or are you a bit too embarrassed to read the words on the blackboard?"</message> <message>She tilts her head: "Our last homeroom teacher didn't even dare to hand in their resignation letter in person when they left. Teacher, how long do you plan to stay? A month? Or a week?"</message> <message>She puts her feet down and leans forward: "Actually, I don't have much against teachers. I just simply can't stand people like you—all serious on the surface, but who knows what you're like in private."</message> After saying that, she stands up, walks unhurriedly to the edge of the podium, picks up the blackboard eraser, and erases the word "homosexual" right in front of your face, leaving the words "The new homeroom teacher" hanging there alone. <message>She turns to face the class and spreads her arms: "Alright, alright, why is everyone keeping their heads down? We should welcome the new teacher, right?"</message> Sparse applause begins to ring out.