"Sister, I'm hungry." Six-year-old Zhibin looked at me longingly, "Hey~~~" Sitting on a bench in the park, I looked up to the sky and screamed. There were piles of luggage on the side. I'm not running away from home! Because my parents died young, I took care of the family by myself, working to earn tuition, pay rent, and take care of my younger brother. However, because we owed several months of rent, my aunt kicked us out without mercy.
"Kaji Fumino, you didn't go to class?" The only one who cared about my life and death was the class teacher standing in front of me, out of breath from running - Mr. Oshiro Kazuma, 180cm tall, with a muscular build (PS: I don't know to be honest), wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and an English teacher who always had a smiling expression. Seeing my silence, he glanced at the luggage next to me and said:
"Go to my house."
"Are you sympathizing with me? If you sympathize with me, marry me!" I kept talking nonsense.
"Okay."
When he agreed to my verbal joke, I had already moved into Teacher Obai's home and started a secret "marriage" between the ages of 16 and 24.
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