bullyxtreme Chapter 256 Senior
Chapter 256 Senior
Drip, drip, just moments before the setting sun was melting on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, large raindrops, reflecting the afterglow, brought the curtain of night down upon Sumeru City.
The rain came unexpectedly, and the students of the Faculty of Education, who had been gathering in twos and threes after class, strolling and chatting leisurely down the steps, suddenly scattered like birds and beasts.
The good weather that had lasted for a whole week vanished the moment the heavy rain and rumbling thunder arrived.
The academic robes were completely exposed, soaked through by the continuous curtain of raindrops, and a chill slowly crept up the hem of the garments.
With this weather, who put onion juice in the spring water at Shuilong, or added coconut charcoal cakes to Shuilong's dinner?
Many students of the Order Academy cursed inwardly as they carried various scrolls on their heads to shield themselves from the wind and rain, scattering against the wind in all directions of Sumeru City.
Soon, the once bustling area in front of the Church of Christ was deserted except for the splashes of raindrops.
The world gradually quieted down, and apart from a few lone scholars, people slowly walked into the flow of people on the street.
On a damp, rainy night, what could be more comforting than a warm fireplace and a bowl of hot soup?
One by one, the lights in the college went out, while in contrast, soft, pale yellow light shone through the gaps in the windows, casting a warm glow on the cold raindrops.
It's raining, it's getting dark, wanderers, it's time to go home.
Home? But... where is her home?
The blue-haired girl stood quietly in front of the French windows, watching the rain play its melody in the night, watching the endless crowds of the Order Academy disperse, and watching the lights illuminate the city in the darkness.
Through the rain, the lonely house stood out starkly in the lamplight, its dimness appearing all the more jarring.
It's like a ghost detached from the world, an outdated rag doll abandoned in a rainy night.
Ragged and old, looking at the exquisite dress in the shop window, yet the dirt and water stains on my body couldn't be dried.
Farusan laughed self-deprecatingly, as if she were a so-called predecessor abandoned a hundred years later by the cruel joke of time.
The small building standing by the street was not her home, but merely... a place where she could stay.
A hundred years ago, she had a warm home, a father who smoked a pipe, a mother who was always busy in the kitchen, Tamimi, a mentor, students, and a few close friends.
However, the indifferent girl never cherished all of this, and by the time she realized it, a hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.
The voices and smiles of her deceased loved ones could only remain in her memory forever, to be savored with bitterness and guilt.
But fate is always fair, and she was still lucky.
When she woke up from an unfamiliar time, a young man unexpectedly entered her life.
"Good morning, Farusan-sensei...senpai!" "Welcome home, Farusan-sensei...senpai!" "Sensei..."
Those disrespectful titles awakened a world and formed all her memories in this life.
Later, he became Farusan's first and... only student in this world.
He might be frivolous, lazy, or not quite up to her standards as a student, and he might not respect his seniors.
But it is undeniable that it was because of him that this world slowly gained a place for Farusan.
Although they are teacher and student, or senior and junior, in reality, he took care of everything for her, from repairing Tamimi to securing research funding and arranging her accommodation.
Perhaps it was when she received the key from him that she felt a tiny bit of belonging to this world.
And this fragile connection rests solely on one person.
Dad, Mom, can you see? A hundred years later, she also has a home where she can settle down and make a living.
Farusan gently wiped the misty glass, a rare gentle smile playing in her pale green eyes.
No one would have guessed that the proud and arrogant senior, Farusan, would actually have a vulnerable side.
In the past, Professor Falushan repeatedly asked her lazy students to stay and finish their projects, sometimes even all night long.
People always questioned her strictness, but only she knew that it wasn't harshness, but rather that the awkward girl was too embarrassed to express her desire to stay, because that would be beneath her senior's dignity.
He always knew this, so despite always haggling, he always stayed with her until she was satisfied.
This was an unspoken understanding between them, so sometimes she felt like the younger one, always wantonly craving his care and companionship, demanding without restraint.
She knew she was selfish, always using his gentleness to keep him by her side. She tried to restrain herself, but her resolve always crumbled when she wanted to see him.
Gradually, she found herself changing. She no longer disliked his way of addressing her, and even when he called her "sweet girl," a slight feeling would unconsciously stir in the girl's heart.
Perhaps, this feeling is what we call being moved.
Actually, she regretted her previous hasty decision. Now, the teacher-student relationship had become the biggest obstacle between them.
However, even without this concern, the proud girl did not have the courage to easily express her feelings.
Let's wait a little longer. When the time is right, she'll still have a chance. After all, she's a senior like Falushan.
After the cycle of the Flower Goddess's birthday festival, the girl, who thought everything would return to normal, set aside a room in her new home, tidied up the bed, and made the sheets.
Let him come and see next time. At least next time when he's working on a project, he won't have to sleep on a hard seat in the office.
The senior's rare little scheme was revealed, but fate is always unfair, and the unexpected always arrives before the dawn of tomorrow.
Originally, she had planned to say goodbye to the past, thinking that she had found her home in the wandering of time.
However, time once again played a cruel trick on her life.
Separation came at the most unexpected moment, and time once again separated them. She stood in the future, watching him from the past smile and slowly drift away from her, yet she was helpless.
The story he told them when they first met, called "To the Dim Star," finally came to a close at this moment.
The only difference is that the protagonists of the story are women outside the book.
From then on, her time went in the opposite direction from everyone else's; while others moved forward, she slowly slid into the past.
Her seniors became her camouflage, allowing her to appear as if everything was normal amidst the crowds at the Order Academy.
But when she woke up in the middle of the night, she couldn't fool herself, couldn't fool the waves of excruciating pain.
She simply buried herself in her outdated academic work, and when she got tired, she would go to the pub to drown her sorrows, and then continue working day and night.
Only in this way could she briefly escape the phantoms of the past and prevent longing and regret from overwhelming her reason.
She rarely goes home anymore, because it's no longer a place of warmth; it's a graveyard, a place where photos, gifts, and the cold corpses that hold all the beautiful memories of the past are buried.
The real Farusian has remained in the time and space where he lived, in the time and space where his parents and friends lived.
The rain was pouring down, but she had no home. Raindrops covered the windowpane; she couldn't tell if they were inside or outside.
This body is like a temporary lodging; where is my true home?
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