Chapter 22 My Daughter Is a Precocious Girl at School

My Daughter Is a Precocious Girl at School

Ohai Academy, where Satsuki attends, is the best preparatory school in the area.

She is basically an excellent girl, and her test scores were amazing.

“I like to study because my father praises me a lot.”

Ever since elementary school, whenever she got a good score, she would bring it up and say, “Daddy, look!” So I praised her well.

Satsuki likes to be praised. It seems she studied a lot because of that.

Back to the story.

That is why there are so many excellent students at Ohai Academy. And usually, families that emphasize studying also seem to have enthusiastic parents.

(Now, I didn’t realize how many parents came to today’s class observation.)

When I arrived at the school and looked around, I saw a lot of people who looked like parents.

They were all walking around, looking at the printed information that the school had distributed. They were probably looking for their children’s classrooms.

Depending on the location, it is not uncommon for high school students not to have their parents come to class observation. However, my daughter’s school is an exception, and it seems to be the norm for parents to attend.

(I see. So parents can meet with the teacher after the class observation.)

There is one more thing I was wondering about.

After the class observation, there is a time for “interviews”. The class observation itself seems to be in the fourth period; after that, everyone can go straight home.

But parents who want to can apparently meet with the classroom teacher and discuss various topics.

(I would also like to have an interview… I would like to say hello to the teacher.)

The school was very helpful to me.

I had a proper discussion with the school about Sasha’s mother and the fact that I didn’t have custody. The current peaceful situation has been achieved because of that.

It’s partly because of the teacher’s cooperation that we are able to live our days in peace.

(Now, my daughter’s classroom is a 2–3, if I remember correctly.)

I was looking at the printouts and trying to find her classroom as well.

Then, suddenly, I heard a voice.

“Dad (パパ/Papa)… no. Father (お父様/Oto-sama), how are you?”

It’s unusual for someone to use Oto-sama to call her father these days.

I wonder if there is an Ojou-sama here. Well, it seems that there are many children from wealthy families at Ohai Academy. Isn’t it strange that there is an Ojou-sama as well?

I thought so.

“Father, it’s terrible of you to ignore me. I came all this way to pick you up.”

The hem of my shirt was pulled. What’s that? Aren’t you talking to me?

Hmm, it sounds similar to Satsuki’s voice, but… it’s probably not the same. Because Satsuki doesn’t call me “Father”, she’s always called me "Dad" since she was three.

Maybe she got the wrong person. A chubby uncle like me is the standard for middle-aged men. It is not surprising that someone mistook me for someone else.

“Sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong person….”

I turn around. I look at the girl’s face, and my eyes widen.

“Wrong person? I couldn’t possibly mistake you for my father.”

A girl with beautiful silver hair.

She looked like a doll. She was my daughter, as I had always seen her.

“Satsuki?!”

When I froze in surprise, Satsuki put her face close to my ear. Then whispering to me.

“Dad, I came to pick you up, and you ignored me. That’s terrible.”

Her damp breath tickles me. But more than that, Satsuki’s attitude tickled me.

Why does this girl act like an Ojou-sama?

“Ah, because you were so different, I thought you were someone else….”

“No, father. I’m always like this.”

You’re lying!

You’re more of a naughty girl than elegant—like an Ojou-sama.

I only know Satsuki as a naughty girl. That’s why I thought it was funny to see Satsuki acting like an Ojou-sama.

(I see. So that’s why Satsuki didn’t want me to see her at school.)

I finally understood why she was so shy.

Apparently, this girl wears a cat mask at school. She lives her everyday life in a very precocious way.

(She’s cute, but… a little funny.)

“Fufu.”

So, I can’t help but laugh a little.

Seeing this, Satsuki’s cheeks puffed up and her eyes filled with tears.

“Ugh, you promised not to laugh!”

“N-no, I’m not laughing! I’m not laughing, so don’t cry, Satsuki. Your Ojou-sama-like skin is peeling off, you know?”

“I’m not Ojou-sama! I’m always like this!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as she unintentionally revealed her true self.

I was happy to see a different side of her.

I really found her to be an adorable girl——