Who could it be?
Xiaoquan Aonai peered inside. All the teachers stretched their necks to look, and although Akiko blocked them, she also sneakily peeked inside.
They were a bunch of teachers acting like children who got a new toy, with the others eagerly waiting for their turn to play.
The letter wasn't signed but bore a line of text:
"Aonai, I am going to give you a rain of roses."
Dubian! It must be from Dubian!
The next moment, Xiaoquan Aonai thought that it was a student who had sent her the roses, a student sending roses to a teacher... and delivering them to the classroom...
At least send them to my home, dummy!
She blushed, folded up the letter, and hastily signed her name on the delivery sheet.
"Oh! She's blushing—it must be from a lover!"
"Hahaha!"
"So lucky, I wish I could get roses too!"
'Ah—how embarrassing!' Holding seventy-nine roses, Xiaoquan Aonai remembered the cherry blossom rain from ten years ago that had broken the branches.
