C-Mage: So! Have you all been eagerly waiting to find out what happens? Does Sakura beat the tar out of Syaoran? Does she fight awfully? Does Syaoran? o.O You'll only find out if you read! ^.~ Oh, and thanks a bunch to our reviewers! Wai!~
T.Anjel: The next chapter is up and running. Thanks for the reviews, they're always fun to read and put a smile on my face. ^___^ Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Same as usual, we don't own CCS.... Would we write fics if we did?
Summary: Even a sweet woman has to have a fierce side, and Sakura proves it too well to Li-san in a sparring match.
~*~Learn to Love Me - Chapter 3 – Sakura and the Kendo Club~*~
"Let's get straight to business. I haven't got all day," Li-san began.
"Hai," I said with a quick nod and approached the ready mats. Automatically, I began to stretch out of old habit. I stretched every muscle possible, whether I was sitting and reaching my toes, or just swinging my arms around to warm the muscles. "I'm ready," I announced after a couple of minutes.
Li-san nodded and slid into a defensive stance. "Attack me," he ordered in his usual stiff demeanor.
"Just like that?" I asked him.
"I want to see how much skill you have, and how much more you have to practice," he explained dully. "Attack me."
I gnawed at my lower lip, trying to concentrate on my opponent. Remember those lessons from Clow-sensei way back, I told myself, staring straight into Li-san's eyes. Relax and be aware of everything everywhere. With a slow breath, I readied myself in an offensive position. When I felt I was ready, and my old fights and lessons came flooding back to me, I attacked fiercely with a loud cry. I took off with amazing speed, and brought my right fist straight out, aiming for Li-san's chest. I barely recognized his eyes widen with surprise before he stumbled out of the way.
I quickly regained my footing and pivoted to the right, where Li-san repositioned himself in another defensive stance. I yelled out again, totally engrossed in the fight, aiming lightning speed punches to the right and left; I even added a few kicks when my footing was balanced. I managed to get a few good hits in - usually when Li-san didn't see the attack coming, but my goal was to break down his defense. He blocked with barely any flaw, countering a punch here, brushing off a kick to the hip or ducking when necessary.
We sparred for quite a while. I wasn't able to keep track of time, as I was paying too close of attention to the small battle. I jumped back a couple of feet after a small attack sequence I recalled a from few years back. I was panting, out of breath, and so was Li-san.
"Are you sure you haven't practiced in a while?" he asked me, trying not to look fazed in the least.
I scratched my head in embarrassment as I plopped down on the blue mat. "Iie," I replied. "I kind of dropped it before I started pursuing a teaching career. Nande? Was I that bad?"
"Nan…iie!" Li-san said as his facial features altered from one expression to another. "You weren't that bad," he said, in a slightly strained tone. Was he pained in any way?
"Do you think so?" I asked. What a compliment to receive from Li-san, whom I heard from Tomoyo-san was a master of all styles of jujutsu and kenjutsu.
"Aa," he replied, turning his head away from me.
"Li-san?" I asked.
"Nani?"
"Can we have a rematch?" I inquired. "This time, can you attack me as well?"
He hesitated to answer. "What if you get hurt?" he asked in that weird, strained voice of his.
"I could heal," I replied with simple logic. I immediately slid to another offensive stance. As if in response, Li-san went defensive. I began the same way: a speedy start and a straight-on punch to his abdomen. As I suspected, he dodged it in the same, clumsy way. My mindset was in a totally different place when I sparred with someone. I was more focused and less merciful to my opponent.
"Attack me!" I yelled as I gave Li-san no chance to recover and rushed down on him with quick jabs and punches.
His only response was to block off my attacks smoothly. With a frustrated yell, I quickened my pace to half of my maximum speed. Li-san's face suddenly contorted into a more focused expression. "Stop playing with me," I growled, landing a quick punch at his jaw. He stumbled back, but kept his eyes and mind on my moves and me.
We stood feet apart, waiting for the other's move. I converted over to a defensive stance. "Attack," I whispered as a demand to my opponent. I saw him, and him only. Everything around me was at a blank. My whole mind was at a blank, except for him, the fight, and me.
He shook his head at my order. "I can't," he said.
"Why not?" I growled. "I'm no different from any other rival."
He gave no answer, but he didn't attack, either. We stared each other down for who knows how long, but he was the first to relax and let down his guard, surrendering.
I blinked, and everything that I blocked from my mind came flooding back: the gym, the mats, and the training session itself. "Are we done already?" I asked. "What do you think, Li-san?"
"Aa…" He had a strange, slightly surprised expression on his face.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"I...iie!" He said, shaking himself from his stupor. "You did just fine."
"That would be an understatement!" cried a voice from the gym doorway.
"Eriol-kun!" I greeted in surprise. "Have you been watching this whole time?" I asked.
"For the most part," he said with a nod, coming towards Li-san and me. "You have your style perfected for every punch, Kinomoto-san! I doubt there's anything you need to work on, ne, Li-san?"
Li-san nodded his head slightly in agreement.
"I don't think so," I said shyly. "It's really been a while since I've fought."
"But you kept perfectly in tact with your moves," Eriol-kun said, his usual strange glint gone from his eyes. "That is nothing to be modest of."
"Aa…."
"Anyway!" Eriol-kun said, with a clap of his hands. "I think we could start this club very soon. We could post it up in the school newspaper, and you would do well to start the rumor from your class, Li-san. We will discuss its activities and such some other time. Sayonara, Li-san, Kinomoto-san. I've got to pick up Tomoyo-san for our date!" With that, Eriol-kun bounced out of the gym with a light step.
"He's a great principal, ne, Li-san?" I commented.
"Un," Li-san replied grumpily. "We're done here." He began folding up the mats.
"Let me help," I said, folding up another pair of mats. Trying to strike up a conversation, I asked him, "Where do you live, Li-san?"
"Near here," he replied vaguely, strapping the mats together.
"Do you live alone?" I asked.
"Hai," he replied.
"Don't you get lonely?" I asked, wondering how the man got along being alone everywhere he went.
"After living in a large house with four, noisy sisters, being alone seems like gift," he answered.
"Demo…"
"I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Kinomoto," Li-san said, reverting back to the English language. He turned on his heel and headed out of the gym.
"If you need anyone to talk to, I'll always be here," I called out, offering my friendship to the teacher.
I drove back to the shared apartment, having borrowed Tomoyo-san's car. Upon entering the apartment, I was greeted with silent furniture and a note on the table that read: I'll be back late. Tomoyo.
I smiled at the letter and threw it in the garbage. There was not much to do, so I decided to flop on the couch and read a book Tomoyo-san recommended to me months back. After reading the first few lines, my mind drifted to Li-san. What was he doing now? He was probably working alone, eating alone, or watching television alone. I wondered if he had any friends. If he doesn't, I'll be his friend, I decided and wafted into a deep sleep.
I woke up as the first rays of the sun beat through the blinds and attacked at my eyelids. I found Tomoyo-san had put a blanket over me. She was too kind. I stretched and yawned before folding the blanket into a neat square.
That morning went by quickly. Tomoyo-san woke up ten minutes after I did; we ate breakfast, got ready for school, and then we were off.
"How was your date yesterday?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt.
"It was fine," Tomoyo-san answered. "We ate dinner, and he took me to the beach for fireworks."
"How romantic!" I exclaimed.
Tomoyo-san smiled in response.
"I'll see you at lunch!" I called out after entering the school building, and we parted our different ways. I headed straight for Li-san's classroom, getting lost only once. "Good morning," I greeted, noticing Li-san's form bent over in its usual position at his desk.
Li-san looked up and went back to work without a salutation. Was he mad at me?
"I'm hoping Fridays are free for you, Ms. Kinomoto," he said, closing his notebook and sitting back in his chair.
I nodded.
"That's when we plan to hold the self-defense club," Li-san informed. "I already made a few flyers, which are to be put up by a few students later today throughout the school. The first meeting will be in two weeks, after Mr. Hiiragizawa and I discuss the club's activities, and so forth."
I nodded again. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "Just make sure to attend the meeting, which will be at the gym."
"Is something wrong?" I asked Li-san, noticing a slight twitch in his eye and a more ruffled look in his demeanor than usual.
"Nothing that concerns you," he replied, tucking away an envelope as he did so. Not as if I wanted to pry, but I noticed the name 'Meiling' written on the top of the envelope. I nodded for the third time before taking my seat in the back.
I noticed that another row of desks had been added since yesterday to fit the large amount of students in the class. Li-san was really a caring person inside, I noted to myself as the first bell that morning rang. Students slowly poured into the room, some eyeing me and some just giving me amiable smiles. They were such sweet students.
Once the late bell rang, Li-san began the lesson immediately, starting off with giving the students homework. They groaned, but copied down the assignment anyway. I did it as well. During the last minute of the period, Li-san mentioned the self-defense club.
"Ms. Kinomoto and I will be supervising the club. You do not need any special qualifications for the club, except that you have to be passing every course," Li-san said in a stoic manner.
When he mentioned my name, some students turned to stare at me in disbelief. Was it because I was a woman? I'll admit, I don't look too tough, and that could have been the possible reason as to why the students looked surprised. I shrugged with a smile, silently telling the students to give their attention to Li-san, who would probably be annoyed if the students didn't listen.
During my free period, I decided to go visit Tomoyo-san again. Li-san would barely say any words, if any.
"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo-san greeted, her hands covered in drying paint.
I took a seat at one of the large tables. "Your class looks like fun," I commented, observing a messy array of paint splattered on a piece of paper.
"They're fun to teach," Tomoyo-san said, continuing in cleaning up the mess left by the students. "But I wish they would just clean up after themselves."
I laughed heartily. "I guess you're being too lenient on them."
Tomoyo-san nodded. "I think so, too."
"Ne, Tomoyo-san," I said. "Do you know a Meiling?"
"Meiling?" Tomoyo asked, pondering the name. "Iie. I don't think so. Nande?"
"I.…"
"She, Kinomoto-san, was betrothed to Li-san a couple of years back," a voice said from the doorway.
"You're everywhere, aren't you, Eriol-kun?" I asked with a smile.
"Of course," he replied. "But that's beside the point. How would you know about Meiling-san?"
I blushed, scratching the back of my head as I did so. "Li-san seemed a bit worried today, and when I asked, he said that it was nothing and hid an envelope with the name 'Meiling' on it."
"Sou ka…," Eriol-kun said, scratching his chin. "It could be possible that Meiling-san is coming back to haunt Li-san's dreams."
"Eh?" I asked, in total confusion at Eriol-kun's words.
"You'll find out soon enough, Ms. Kinomoto. I am too sure of it."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day, I drove out to the college to meet with my supervisor. I still had to check in every so often, even if I wasn't really taking any classes at the college.
To become a teacher, you had to take regular courses for the classes you wanted to teach, and another course on how to teach. The teacher of the teaching class was the supervisor, supervising the activity of all the students in her class, no matter what they wanted to teach. My supervisor was Rienhart-sensei.
I pulled into the lot and parked, locking my car before I went into the building. I walked through the main hallway, knowing my way to her office by heart. Hopefully she'd still be there, finishing up her notes before going home for the day.
The wooden door was slightly open, and I knocked, peeking around the door a little. Rienhart-sensei looked up and spotted me, eyes lighting in recognition. "Ah, Ms. Kinomoto," she said, pulling over a sheet of paper from a stack. "What have you to report for me?"
"Well, as you know, I've been assigned to Mr. Li's World History classes out at the high school," I stated, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll be teaching later on the in the year, after I've had a chance to study his learning style. I'll also be doing all of the assigned homework with the classes...." I paused for a moment, before asking, "Dr. Rienhart, do you think it's odd that Mr. Li gave me a book to read, instead of discussing his curriculum with me?"
She chuckled briefly and replied, "Many a student teacher has questioned that. Mr. Li is quite a good teacher, even if he's a little strange. That book" - she looked at it over her half-moon glasses - "will have everything you need to know about the course in it. Mr. Li isn't very social, and he finds it easier to keep things organized in a book, rather than chance forgetting something and ruining his image. You'll read it, right?"
"Yes," I responded.
"Good. If you have any questions, ask Mr. Li or myself - we'll be happy to answer them. Anything else? Problems in the classroom?"
I hesitated a second before saying, "No, there haven't been any. Thanks for your help!" I smiled at her and left, walking back to my car.
After I sat down in the driver's seat, I opened my backpack and looked at Li-san's curriculum book. It was bound with those annoying black spirals, and the pages were bent. I doubted Li-san ever took the time to re-print out a copy. As it was, it seemed to be well-read. Flipping open the cover, I discovered a table of contents. Laughing at how organized Li-san was, I started reading on the first page, determined to learn everything I needed to know, even if it killed me.
TBC.
C-Mage: What's in the envelope with 'Meiling' on it? Will she come back to ruin Sakura and Syaoran's romance? If you can call it that yet.... ^.^' Will Sakura ever have it easier with Syaoran? So many burning questions.... Arigatou for reading! And arigatou gozaimasu for the many reviews. We luff them!
T.Anjel: Wah~~ I have a feeling this fic is going to end up being really long. ^__^;; And I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Review and I'll be happy.
If you don't…thanks for reading anyway!
T.Anjel: The next chapter is up and running. Thanks for the reviews, they're always fun to read and put a smile on my face. ^___^ Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Same as usual, we don't own CCS.... Would we write fics if we did?
Summary: Even a sweet woman has to have a fierce side, and Sakura proves it too well to Li-san in a sparring match.
~*~Learn to Love Me - Chapter 3 – Sakura and the Kendo Club~*~
"Let's get straight to business. I haven't got all day," Li-san began.
"Hai," I said with a quick nod and approached the ready mats. Automatically, I began to stretch out of old habit. I stretched every muscle possible, whether I was sitting and reaching my toes, or just swinging my arms around to warm the muscles. "I'm ready," I announced after a couple of minutes.
Li-san nodded and slid into a defensive stance. "Attack me," he ordered in his usual stiff demeanor.
"Just like that?" I asked him.
"I want to see how much skill you have, and how much more you have to practice," he explained dully. "Attack me."
I gnawed at my lower lip, trying to concentrate on my opponent. Remember those lessons from Clow-sensei way back, I told myself, staring straight into Li-san's eyes. Relax and be aware of everything everywhere. With a slow breath, I readied myself in an offensive position. When I felt I was ready, and my old fights and lessons came flooding back to me, I attacked fiercely with a loud cry. I took off with amazing speed, and brought my right fist straight out, aiming for Li-san's chest. I barely recognized his eyes widen with surprise before he stumbled out of the way.
I quickly regained my footing and pivoted to the right, where Li-san repositioned himself in another defensive stance. I yelled out again, totally engrossed in the fight, aiming lightning speed punches to the right and left; I even added a few kicks when my footing was balanced. I managed to get a few good hits in - usually when Li-san didn't see the attack coming, but my goal was to break down his defense. He blocked with barely any flaw, countering a punch here, brushing off a kick to the hip or ducking when necessary.
We sparred for quite a while. I wasn't able to keep track of time, as I was paying too close of attention to the small battle. I jumped back a couple of feet after a small attack sequence I recalled a from few years back. I was panting, out of breath, and so was Li-san.
"Are you sure you haven't practiced in a while?" he asked me, trying not to look fazed in the least.
I scratched my head in embarrassment as I plopped down on the blue mat. "Iie," I replied. "I kind of dropped it before I started pursuing a teaching career. Nande? Was I that bad?"
"Nan…iie!" Li-san said as his facial features altered from one expression to another. "You weren't that bad," he said, in a slightly strained tone. Was he pained in any way?
"Do you think so?" I asked. What a compliment to receive from Li-san, whom I heard from Tomoyo-san was a master of all styles of jujutsu and kenjutsu.
"Aa," he replied, turning his head away from me.
"Li-san?" I asked.
"Nani?"
"Can we have a rematch?" I inquired. "This time, can you attack me as well?"
He hesitated to answer. "What if you get hurt?" he asked in that weird, strained voice of his.
"I could heal," I replied with simple logic. I immediately slid to another offensive stance. As if in response, Li-san went defensive. I began the same way: a speedy start and a straight-on punch to his abdomen. As I suspected, he dodged it in the same, clumsy way. My mindset was in a totally different place when I sparred with someone. I was more focused and less merciful to my opponent.
"Attack me!" I yelled as I gave Li-san no chance to recover and rushed down on him with quick jabs and punches.
His only response was to block off my attacks smoothly. With a frustrated yell, I quickened my pace to half of my maximum speed. Li-san's face suddenly contorted into a more focused expression. "Stop playing with me," I growled, landing a quick punch at his jaw. He stumbled back, but kept his eyes and mind on my moves and me.
We stood feet apart, waiting for the other's move. I converted over to a defensive stance. "Attack," I whispered as a demand to my opponent. I saw him, and him only. Everything around me was at a blank. My whole mind was at a blank, except for him, the fight, and me.
He shook his head at my order. "I can't," he said.
"Why not?" I growled. "I'm no different from any other rival."
He gave no answer, but he didn't attack, either. We stared each other down for who knows how long, but he was the first to relax and let down his guard, surrendering.
I blinked, and everything that I blocked from my mind came flooding back: the gym, the mats, and the training session itself. "Are we done already?" I asked. "What do you think, Li-san?"
"Aa…" He had a strange, slightly surprised expression on his face.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked worriedly.
"I...iie!" He said, shaking himself from his stupor. "You did just fine."
"That would be an understatement!" cried a voice from the gym doorway.
"Eriol-kun!" I greeted in surprise. "Have you been watching this whole time?" I asked.
"For the most part," he said with a nod, coming towards Li-san and me. "You have your style perfected for every punch, Kinomoto-san! I doubt there's anything you need to work on, ne, Li-san?"
Li-san nodded his head slightly in agreement.
"I don't think so," I said shyly. "It's really been a while since I've fought."
"But you kept perfectly in tact with your moves," Eriol-kun said, his usual strange glint gone from his eyes. "That is nothing to be modest of."
"Aa…."
"Anyway!" Eriol-kun said, with a clap of his hands. "I think we could start this club very soon. We could post it up in the school newspaper, and you would do well to start the rumor from your class, Li-san. We will discuss its activities and such some other time. Sayonara, Li-san, Kinomoto-san. I've got to pick up Tomoyo-san for our date!" With that, Eriol-kun bounced out of the gym with a light step.
"He's a great principal, ne, Li-san?" I commented.
"Un," Li-san replied grumpily. "We're done here." He began folding up the mats.
"Let me help," I said, folding up another pair of mats. Trying to strike up a conversation, I asked him, "Where do you live, Li-san?"
"Near here," he replied vaguely, strapping the mats together.
"Do you live alone?" I asked.
"Hai," he replied.
"Don't you get lonely?" I asked, wondering how the man got along being alone everywhere he went.
"After living in a large house with four, noisy sisters, being alone seems like gift," he answered.
"Demo…"
"I will see you tomorrow, Ms. Kinomoto," Li-san said, reverting back to the English language. He turned on his heel and headed out of the gym.
"If you need anyone to talk to, I'll always be here," I called out, offering my friendship to the teacher.
I drove back to the shared apartment, having borrowed Tomoyo-san's car. Upon entering the apartment, I was greeted with silent furniture and a note on the table that read: I'll be back late. Tomoyo.
I smiled at the letter and threw it in the garbage. There was not much to do, so I decided to flop on the couch and read a book Tomoyo-san recommended to me months back. After reading the first few lines, my mind drifted to Li-san. What was he doing now? He was probably working alone, eating alone, or watching television alone. I wondered if he had any friends. If he doesn't, I'll be his friend, I decided and wafted into a deep sleep.
I woke up as the first rays of the sun beat through the blinds and attacked at my eyelids. I found Tomoyo-san had put a blanket over me. She was too kind. I stretched and yawned before folding the blanket into a neat square.
That morning went by quickly. Tomoyo-san woke up ten minutes after I did; we ate breakfast, got ready for school, and then we were off.
"How was your date yesterday?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt.
"It was fine," Tomoyo-san answered. "We ate dinner, and he took me to the beach for fireworks."
"How romantic!" I exclaimed.
Tomoyo-san smiled in response.
"I'll see you at lunch!" I called out after entering the school building, and we parted our different ways. I headed straight for Li-san's classroom, getting lost only once. "Good morning," I greeted, noticing Li-san's form bent over in its usual position at his desk.
Li-san looked up and went back to work without a salutation. Was he mad at me?
"I'm hoping Fridays are free for you, Ms. Kinomoto," he said, closing his notebook and sitting back in his chair.
I nodded.
"That's when we plan to hold the self-defense club," Li-san informed. "I already made a few flyers, which are to be put up by a few students later today throughout the school. The first meeting will be in two weeks, after Mr. Hiiragizawa and I discuss the club's activities, and so forth."
I nodded again. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked.
"No," he replied. "Just make sure to attend the meeting, which will be at the gym."
"Is something wrong?" I asked Li-san, noticing a slight twitch in his eye and a more ruffled look in his demeanor than usual.
"Nothing that concerns you," he replied, tucking away an envelope as he did so. Not as if I wanted to pry, but I noticed the name 'Meiling' written on the top of the envelope. I nodded for the third time before taking my seat in the back.
I noticed that another row of desks had been added since yesterday to fit the large amount of students in the class. Li-san was really a caring person inside, I noted to myself as the first bell that morning rang. Students slowly poured into the room, some eyeing me and some just giving me amiable smiles. They were such sweet students.
Once the late bell rang, Li-san began the lesson immediately, starting off with giving the students homework. They groaned, but copied down the assignment anyway. I did it as well. During the last minute of the period, Li-san mentioned the self-defense club.
"Ms. Kinomoto and I will be supervising the club. You do not need any special qualifications for the club, except that you have to be passing every course," Li-san said in a stoic manner.
When he mentioned my name, some students turned to stare at me in disbelief. Was it because I was a woman? I'll admit, I don't look too tough, and that could have been the possible reason as to why the students looked surprised. I shrugged with a smile, silently telling the students to give their attention to Li-san, who would probably be annoyed if the students didn't listen.
During my free period, I decided to go visit Tomoyo-san again. Li-san would barely say any words, if any.
"Sakura-chan!" Tomoyo-san greeted, her hands covered in drying paint.
I took a seat at one of the large tables. "Your class looks like fun," I commented, observing a messy array of paint splattered on a piece of paper.
"They're fun to teach," Tomoyo-san said, continuing in cleaning up the mess left by the students. "But I wish they would just clean up after themselves."
I laughed heartily. "I guess you're being too lenient on them."
Tomoyo-san nodded. "I think so, too."
"Ne, Tomoyo-san," I said. "Do you know a Meiling?"
"Meiling?" Tomoyo asked, pondering the name. "Iie. I don't think so. Nande?"
"I.…"
"She, Kinomoto-san, was betrothed to Li-san a couple of years back," a voice said from the doorway.
"You're everywhere, aren't you, Eriol-kun?" I asked with a smile.
"Of course," he replied. "But that's beside the point. How would you know about Meiling-san?"
I blushed, scratching the back of my head as I did so. "Li-san seemed a bit worried today, and when I asked, he said that it was nothing and hid an envelope with the name 'Meiling' on it."
"Sou ka…," Eriol-kun said, scratching his chin. "It could be possible that Meiling-san is coming back to haunt Li-san's dreams."
"Eh?" I asked, in total confusion at Eriol-kun's words.
"You'll find out soon enough, Ms. Kinomoto. I am too sure of it."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that day, I drove out to the college to meet with my supervisor. I still had to check in every so often, even if I wasn't really taking any classes at the college.
To become a teacher, you had to take regular courses for the classes you wanted to teach, and another course on how to teach. The teacher of the teaching class was the supervisor, supervising the activity of all the students in her class, no matter what they wanted to teach. My supervisor was Rienhart-sensei.
I pulled into the lot and parked, locking my car before I went into the building. I walked through the main hallway, knowing my way to her office by heart. Hopefully she'd still be there, finishing up her notes before going home for the day.
The wooden door was slightly open, and I knocked, peeking around the door a little. Rienhart-sensei looked up and spotted me, eyes lighting in recognition. "Ah, Ms. Kinomoto," she said, pulling over a sheet of paper from a stack. "What have you to report for me?"
"Well, as you know, I've been assigned to Mr. Li's World History classes out at the high school," I stated, and she nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll be teaching later on the in the year, after I've had a chance to study his learning style. I'll also be doing all of the assigned homework with the classes...." I paused for a moment, before asking, "Dr. Rienhart, do you think it's odd that Mr. Li gave me a book to read, instead of discussing his curriculum with me?"
She chuckled briefly and replied, "Many a student teacher has questioned that. Mr. Li is quite a good teacher, even if he's a little strange. That book" - she looked at it over her half-moon glasses - "will have everything you need to know about the course in it. Mr. Li isn't very social, and he finds it easier to keep things organized in a book, rather than chance forgetting something and ruining his image. You'll read it, right?"
"Yes," I responded.
"Good. If you have any questions, ask Mr. Li or myself - we'll be happy to answer them. Anything else? Problems in the classroom?"
I hesitated a second before saying, "No, there haven't been any. Thanks for your help!" I smiled at her and left, walking back to my car.
After I sat down in the driver's seat, I opened my backpack and looked at Li-san's curriculum book. It was bound with those annoying black spirals, and the pages were bent. I doubted Li-san ever took the time to re-print out a copy. As it was, it seemed to be well-read. Flipping open the cover, I discovered a table of contents. Laughing at how organized Li-san was, I started reading on the first page, determined to learn everything I needed to know, even if it killed me.
TBC.
C-Mage: What's in the envelope with 'Meiling' on it? Will she come back to ruin Sakura and Syaoran's romance? If you can call it that yet.... ^.^' Will Sakura ever have it easier with Syaoran? So many burning questions.... Arigatou for reading! And arigatou gozaimasu for the many reviews. We luff them!
T.Anjel: Wah~~ I have a feeling this fic is going to end up being really long. ^__^;; And I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Review and I'll be happy.
If you don't…thanks for reading anyway!