Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!-Chapter 584 - 399

"Hmm?"

Haruka Yuzan was somewhat stunned.

The autumn breeze of October carried a hint of chill, and some cherry blossoms on the treetops were falling. It was a lonely and desolate season.

"So... did Teacher Mizutani discover her husband was cheating on her?"

"Yes, I checked his phone, and there were chat logs with another girl on LINE." Mizutani Nozomi covered her cheeks in pain.

Faced with this situation, Haruka Yuzan did not know how to comfort Teacher Mizutani and could only pat her shoulder, whispering softly, "Then, Teacher, what do you plan to do?"

"I, I don't know." Mizutani Nozomi's voice trembled, unsure of what to do.

Last night, Mizutani Nozomi was hugging a pillow, curled up on the sofa watching a TV drama, when suddenly, the phone on the coffee table vibrated twice.

Initially, Mizutani Nozomi didn't pay much attention.

But as the phone continued buzzing non-stop, Mizutani Nozomi glanced at her husband soaking in the bathroom, then picked up the phone. There was no password, and with a light swipe, it was the LINE chat page.

The ambiguous chat screenshots caught her eyes. Mizutani Nozomi's face turned to disbelief. Her husband, who claimed to be asexual and uninterested in women, also had such a warm-hearted side.

"He, he hasn't even touched me in the five years we've been married." Mizutani Nozomi covered her cheeks in agony, and a choked voice arose as the tearful beauty appeared even more pitiable.

"Haruka, am I really so unappealing?"

Years of coldness after marriage made this beautiful lady lose confidence in herself.

"How could that be?"

Haruka Yuzan exaggeratedly said, "Everyone knows that Teacher Mizutani is the most beautiful female teacher at Kanagawa High School!"

"Imagine how many students dream of you!"

"Really?"

Mizutani Nozomi wiped the tears from her eyes, her originally tender nose now slightly red, quivering faintly, her lips tightly pursed.

Her lower lip was lightly bitten by her teeth, leaving a faint white mark, with a teardrop dangling precariously on her chin, strikingly visible against her pale skin.

Mizutani Nozomi was beautiful, definitely among the top tier of teachers at the school.

"Of course, it's true."

"Haruka...."

Mizutani Nozomi's lips quivered, making her appear pitiful.

"Alright, Sister Mizutani, it's all in the past." Haruka Yuzan hugged the pitiful Teacher Mizutani; her fragrant, soft body was extremely comfortable to hold, like a life-sized doll.

After a long while.

Mizutani Nozomi finally regained her composure.

"Haruka... I'm sorry for making a fool of myself."

The teacher playfully stuck out her tongue, a blush rising in her cherry-blossom-like eyes.

After all, as a teacher, she should be the one helping students solve their problems, but instead, Haruka Yuzan had nothing to seek her for, while she showed her vulnerable side in front of a student.

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"So, Teacher Mizutani, what are your thoughts now?"

Haruka Yuzan curiously asked.

Nozomi Mizutani's response would determine the direction of the character's story next.

"I... I don't know," Nozomi Mizutani shook her head, "Haruka, do you have any ideas that could help me?"

Haruka Yuzan also felt a headache coming on—he didn't know the teacher's thoughts, so how could he offer advice?

A breeze blew by, lifting the strands of Nozomi Mizutani's hair that had fallen beside her ears. She remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, "I, I think it's time to be upfront."

A flash of distress passed through Haruka Yuzan's eyes, "Teacher, go ahead and do it, I'll support you."

"Mmm, thank you, Mr. Haruka."

Nozomi Mizutani sighed.

The meal was rather unpleasant, even though Haruka Yuzan tried his best to amuse Nozomi Mizutani, the teacher still forced a smile with a heavy heart.

The brief lunch break ended.

The afternoon classes continued. The English class originally scheduled for the second period was postponed until tomorrow. Watching the withering cherry blossoms outside the window, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After school.

Chiba Shimizu went to the student council, and Haruka Yuzan headed home alone.

Sister Reiko and the others were busy in the café. As Haruka Yuzan stared at the empty mansion, he felt an indescribable melancholy.

He returned to his bedroom, turned on the DVD, and started monster hunting.

After playing for about three or four hours, he glanced at the time—it was already six in the evening. Haruka stretched lazily, went down to the kitchen, and began preparing dinner for everyone.

In the evening, just when Haruka Yuzan was considering whose room he should visit, his phone rang.

"Haruka... where are you?"

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There were ninety-nine peaks, each adorned with a pavilion. Whether elegantly charming or impressively majestic, these immortal pavilions were diverse.

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Upon reaching the mountaintop after stepping into the immortal mountains, Lin Xinyu saw the treasured Chaos Spring Eye of that sect.

After that, the master would retire to Devil Immortal Mountain to lead a life aspiring to enjoy simple pleasures.

Nine peaks soared into the sky, several hundred meters high, adorned with pavilions as magnificent as the Heavenly Mountain Immortal Mountain, yet unfortunately, they were too far away to see clearly.

When Su Liang woke up again, he saw an old Taoist gently stroking his beard. His robe fluttered without wind, embodying a celestial aura. Majestically, he asked, "Child, would you like to follow this poor Taoist to seek the fruit of immortality on that immortal mountain?"

Tongtian Temple is the imperial Guoku Temple, also known as Sanbao Jingang Temple, the backbone of Buddhist cultivation. Despite the numerous temples around the world, none could compare in status. Home to many monks, the temple was still at a disadvantage compared to the combined forces of the three great immortal mountains.

In the deepest part of the Gods and Demons Battlefield, there lay a mysterious realm—an enchanting paradise with scattered flowers, lush grasses, immortal mountains standing tall, and an endless azure sky. This place seemed a beautiful fairyland with vibrant, flowing immortal energy.

Deep in the Hidden Immortal Mountain Range, there was a place called Guiyun Ridge. Here, the terrain was rugged with overlapping peaks and odd-shaped rocks, creating a continuously undulating landscape.

You could see ornately decorated pavilions and lush, exotic plants, making it look like a splendid fairyland. Jun Ruochen's grand ambition lay amidst the vast sky—like a beautiful realm of paradise, with flowing celestial energy and vibrant colors.