"Yeah, these children are still so young, we as teachers mustn't rush; we have to teach them slowly."
The male teacher replied to Teacher Kojima like this and then pretended to relax while slowly stretching.
While sitting and stretching, his already robust body shape was even more clearly displayed, the lines of his muscles very smooth, his wheat-colored skin glistened with sweat, exuding an utterly masculine charm.
Many female teachers passing by were blushing with accelerated heartbeats, filled with shyness.
However, the intended target of this display of physique, Teacher Kojima, didn't even glance at him.
Because at this moment, Teacher Kojima's eyes were all on the group of innocent and lively children.
"Hey, don't run so fast, watch out for the pebbles underfoot, don't fall, okay?"
Her voice was very soft, like a gentle breeze, tenderly cautioning them, occasionally grabbing a tissue to wipe the sweat from the foreheads of the kids running around her.
