The Students I Once Tutored As Part-Time Home Tutors During My Student Days Had Suddenly Achieved Excessive Success In Their Careers. - Chapter 2: Transfer Date.

Transfer Date.

“I can’t believe I’m getting transferred… The reality of it has finally sunk in,”

It’s April 1st, still within the spring break period for the students. The time is dusk.

Minase Sora, a 24-year-old teacher with two years of experience, who had just finished his first day at his new high school assignment, was sitting on his home sofa, murmuring to himself.”

“I heard that transfers in the third year are common, but I never expected it to happen in my second year…”

At the high school where he had previously worked, he had indicated ‘stay’ on the transfer preference survey handed out in December, but it was not accepted.

He was informed of this in March, just after the new year had passed.

“I guess there’s nothing to be done about it… but I really wanted to see my students through until they graduated.”

The preference survey was just that, a survey to confirm preferences. Choosing ‘remaining’ didn’t guarantee that it would happen as such. It was something beyond his control, and if you became a teacher, it was a path you couldn’t avoid.

However, his first transfer wasn’t all bad. It didn’t involve moving a great distance; in fact, his workplace had become a bit closer. He had made friends with the new teachers. He felt that it was easy to work there, just like at his previous workplace, and he didn’t feel inconvenienced.

And what made him the happiest was that—during his university days when he worked as a private tutor—one of his students had passed the entrance exam and ended up attending the high school where he was now teaching.

The name of that student was- Nosaka Sae.

Given the timing, she had just become a third-year high school student.

Silver hair with a fluffy bob. What could be called a half-closed gaze, with yellowish eyes. A petite and quiet girl.

He hadn’t seen her since attending her graduation ceremony when she was in the third year of middle school. In other words, he was becoming a teacher to a student hhe hadn’t seen for over two years. Being able to see how she had grown after entering high school was more than anything he could have hoped for.

“The only concern is whether I’ll be able to get along with the new students…”

The students’ spring break ended in a week, and that’s when they would officially meet.

He had been assigned to Class 3A, taking over as the homeroom teacher for the teacher who would be on maternity leave.

“They’re exam-bound students, so I think they’ll all be fairly mature…”

Minase made some assumptions, and a faint smile crept onto his face.

What he recalled at this moment was his experience tutoring students during his university days, and he smiled at the thought.

A child who had become a shut-in and was withdrawn.

A child who was unsociable, aggressive, and a delinquent.

A child who hated studying and ran away multiple times.

At that time, he had been tutoring students like that, students who were a handful.

Working as a private tutor had been a continuous struggle, but that experience had now become a source of great confidence for him.

“I hope they’re all doing well…”

It had been two years since he became a teacher, and he hadn’t seen any of his students. Due to the regulations of the dispatch company, he didn’t even have their contact information. The relationships had been cut off, but this was something he couldn’t forget.

While reminiscing about the past, Minase got up from the sofa.

“Now then, I should start making dinner early…”

He had work again tomorrow.

Working in a new environment had made him more tired than usual.

To avoid getting sick, he had decided to prioritize sleep over leisure. As usual, he turned on the TV, put on an apron, and then headed to the kitchen.

Sora isn’t particularly skilled at cooking, but he can make simple home-cooked dishes without needing to consult a recipe. This ability was developed during his college days as a way to save money.

“Today and tomorrow… should I make curry? No, I feel like having stew… Hmm, but curry it is after all.”

While contemplating his options as he looked into the refrigerator, Sora decided on the dish he would prepare. He washed his hands and immediately began cutting vegetables and meat.

He kept a close eye on his work, making sure not to cut his fingers. As he was cutting the ingredients, he heard a news report on the television.

“Now, for our next news. In a nationwide girls’ audition held to discover the next generation’s top models and artists, 20-year-old second-year university student Sakurai Nanase-san won the grand prize.”

Listening to the caster’s voice, Sora’s gaze remained on his work as he rhythmically cut the ingredients into bite-sized pieces.

“Receiving first-place nominations from four entertainment agencies is highly unusual, and there are great expectations for her future endeavors. Now, let’s move on to an interview with Sakurai Nanase.”

The television screen switched to an interview scene just as Sora began putting the cut ingredients into a heavy pot.

“Sakurai Nanase-san, congratulations on winning the grand prize!”

“Thank you very much!”

“Were you nervous during the audition?”

“Yes, I was very nervous, but I was able to do my best without hesitation.”

“She has such a lovely voice…”

Sora muttered softly as his gaze returned to his work. He continued to cut the ingredients with precision, forming a rhythm.

“When you were selected by four agencies in the draft meeting, how did you feel?”

“I was truly surprised. It was challenging with all the attention to meals and training, but I’m very happy that my efforts have paid off.”

“And, how do you feel right now?”

“I want to express my gratitude to my parents and everyone who supported me. Is everyone watching?”

“Heh.”

A joyful voice flowed from the TV. Sora smiled, following the curry-making process smoothly.

How many minutes had passed during the interview?

“Finally, on this joyous day, what would you like to do when you return home?”

“First, I want to have a meal with my family. And… I’ve grown distant from the person who gave me the most courage, so I want to find a way to thank him.”

“That would be nice if you could convey your gratitude!”

“Yes!”

“Thank you for the interview.”

And just as the screen switched, Sora, who had lit the stove under the pot, glanced at the television, thinking, “Is it over already? She mentioned Nanase-san, right?”

For a brief moment, he watched to confirm, but there was no mention of the previous news.

“Maybe it was just my imagination. Well, it’s not every day someone gets on TV.”

He settled back into his cooking routine, using a wooden spatula to sauté vegetables and meat.

“Hmm-hmm-hmm.”

From then on, Sora cheerfully continued making his beloved curry.