My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 63 My teaching qualification is about to fly away.

Having reached this conclusion, Yoko Suzuki thought she was safe and sound.

It's only considered puppy love if you're dating a boy. If you're dating a girl, it's just that you're close and you can hug, sleep, and rub against each other. Anyway, there won't be any children involved, so it's completely innocent!

She committed the sin of arrogance, focusing only on observing what was inside the classroom and completely ignoring what was outside.

It wasn't until her homeroom teacher from Class A tipped her off that she learned that the rich girl had started dating someone on her very first day at school! Apparently, it was the same boy she had been pursuing!

This unscientific!

Isn't the kind of plot where "a rich young lady who hates all men falls in love with me the only one" something that only happens in light novels?

At this point, blaming science is pointless. If the situation is allowed to continue, my teaching certificate will be in jeopardy. An investigation and strong intervention are necessary!

Early Monday morning, Yoko Suzuki arrived at the school gate and took over the physical education teacher's guard duty.

According to reliable intelligence, the young lady and the boy named Shiraishi go to school together every day. She needs to observe their expressions to determine how far their relationship has progressed, and then formulate a plan accordingly.

June has arrived, marking the beginning of the rainy season. A light drizzle was falling from the sky in the morning, and students entering the campus were all carrying umbrellas, making it more difficult to spot each other.

Yoko Suzuki used a process of elimination, her gaze sweeping only over those figures that were close together, especially those sharing an umbrella.

This method is very efficient, as two figures are much larger than one, although it may sometimes accidentally injure larger students.

Her gaze was like lightning, flashing rapidly through the group of students.

A large human figure was spotted. The clothing was confirmed to be two skirts, so it can be ruled out!

A large human figure was spotted, wearing a skirt and pants. The hair was confirmed to be ordinary black, so it can be ruled out!

A large human figure was spotted, consisting of two people and a wheelchair; this has been ruled out!

A large human figure has been spotted... Wait, what just passed by?

Yoko Suzuki turned around in astonishment and looked at the figure from just now. A boy was holding a large umbrella and standing behind an electric wheelchair, in which a girl was sitting. They were speeding through the rain.

Long, golden hair swayed behind her wheelchair—that's right, this is her target for today!

But why is she in a wheelchair?

Has something happened?

Yoko Suzuki's face turned pale as she hurriedly chased after him. She slipped and fell because of the slippery road. The puddle soaked her shirt, and the road surface pressed painfully against her chest. She held back her tears, got up, and continued to chase after him.

The wheelchair stopped at the entrance of the teaching building. The boy behind it folded his umbrella and picked up the schoolbag from the wheelchair girl's lap.

The girl in the wheelchair stood up and, together with the boy, placed the wheelchair against the corner of the wall. They walked to the shoe cabinet, changed into indoor shoes, and went up the stairs.

"..."

Yoko Suzuki rubbed her forehead, looking at her dripping shirt, and roared inwardly.

Give me back all the worries I was just having, you two little rascals!

If you're perfectly healthy, why are you in a wheelchair?! On the way here, I had already planned out how to apologize to the principal!

She took a deep breath to suppress her emotions.

It's good that the young lady is alright, and I've also achieved my goal. These two really did come to school together! Their relationship is definitely quite special!

Next, we will conduct further observations.

She carefully followed the two of them, watching them go upstairs together. Shiraishi Saku walked in front, carrying two schoolbags, while Yukimiya Natsune walked behind, carefully folding up the large umbrella.

The two did not speak or look at each other, like strangers who happened to be going the same way.

The first-grade classroom was on the second floor. Stepping onto the second-floor floor, the boy continued walking, took a schoolbag off his shoulder and handed it to the side. The girl took the schoolbag and handed the boy her folded umbrella.

They each took their belongings and walked in opposite directions, without saying goodbye, without any reluctance, and without even exchanging glances.

But no matter who saw what just happened, they would all agree that they were familiar with each other!

The way they handed things over was so practiced. Even handing something from the left hand to the right hand requires eye contact, but the two of them completed the exchange without stopping or looking, as skillfully as a spy duo in a spy movie.

This feeling of superficial unfamiliarity coupled with inner understanding caught Suzuki Yoko's eye; she really liked this type of couple dynamic.

Suppressing her urge to ship the characters, Yoko Suzuki clenched her fists, a sense of impending doom rising within her.

Damn it, why are you guys so skilled? How far have you progressed?

Is there any hope for my teaching qualification?

During class, Yoko Suzuki left her office to continue observing.

She pretended to pass by Class A and looked inside through the window. The boy was resting his chin on his left hand and holding a mechanical pencil in his right hand, the pencil dancing between his delicate fingers.

She pretended to pass by Class D again, her gaze passing through the window. The girl rested her chin on her left hand, raised her right hand, and held a mechanical pencil between her slender fingers, the pencil leaving afterimages on her hand.

Why do you all sit in the same position during class?!

Even their pen-twirling motions are exactly the same!

Yoko Suzuki's heart trembled. She had heard that married couples would become more and more alike after marriage, but they weren't married yet!

Back in her office, Yoko Suzuki turned on her computer and, as if preparing for a rainy day, started browsing job websites.

At noon, she left the office again and went to her own class, D, but the girl was indeed not there.

She went to Class A again and, through the window, saw two people eating together. Beside them were two other girls. According to the information, one of the girls was named Asakura, and the other was named Yamashita.

This is good news. It's easy for two people to create ripples when eating bento together, but for four people, you need to consider the gazes of your tablemates—why don't you guys care at all?!

Under Yoko Suzuki's shocked gaze, the boy and girl casually stuck their chopsticks into each other's bento boxes, completing the food exchange. If that were all, she would have seen the girl take a bite of the hamburger patty and then feed the rest of the meat to the boy.

Yoko Suzuki could understand the girl's behavior; she sometimes did the same thing, wanting to eat hamburger patties but only wanting to take one bite.

But that's no excuse for feeding people in public!

And you didn't even blush or flinch, is that something to be taken for granted?

Asakura shyly looked away!

Yoko Suzuki felt that things couldn't continue like this, so she returned to her office and, after applying to the homeroom teacher of Class A, called out to Saku Shiraishi and Natsumi Yukimiya over the loudspeaker.

During lunchtime, there were few teachers in the office. Suzuki Yoko crossed her arms, propped her chin up, and looked at the boy and girl in front of her with the most authoritative posture she knew.

"Shiraishi-san and Yukimiya-san, you should already know why I called you here." Suzuki Yoko tried to keep her voice down.

"I know," the boy opposite nodded. "You can't ride a bike at school. People in wheelchairs have to get off and push the bike."

"No, that's not it!" Yoko Suzuki covered her forehead. "How could you let someone get out and push a wheelchair? Think about why he's in a wheelchair! Is school hell?!"

"Since everything's alright, let's go."

"Come back here! That's not what I wanted to talk about!"