The head maid politely knocked on the door, then pushed it through. The troubled young man also walked in mechanically with a gloomy face, dimly like a prisoner before the execution.

As if sensing the state of her friend, Sakuya's steps paused slightly, and when the unaware Sensett was about to bump into her, she suddenly lifted her heel and stomped on the young man's instep.

"Hmm"

The pain brought the boy back to his senses, and only the head maid, who was familiar with the distance of Senset's steps, could make movements that accurately.

"Senset, if you're going to be so absent-minded for another afternoon, come and practice with me. ”

The perfect maid said in a voice that was just right for the boy to hear, a voice that was rare for the head maid, but to the boy it sounded like the grin of a hungry ghost in hell. Senset's face turned white, and he hurriedly put on the most elegant appearance he could pretend.

It's not that he can't beat the head maid, but how can the boy fight back? Not to mention that his "sister" will come to trouble him again after the fight, and the relationship between childhood sweethearts alone makes him unable to start.

So the boy sighed in his heart, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Hello, Pache Scholar. This is Senset Scarlett who was unable to come to study with you last time due to illness. Senset, this is your future teacher. ”

Because of illness? As we all know, the third young master of the Scarlet family has been trained as a knight since he was a child, and he doesn't dare to say that he is still very easy to play a dozen or ten, but it is still very easy to play a dozen or three, how can he be sick with this kind of physique? It is just a step down for both sides.

However, Patchouli naturally will not take the initiative to expose this lame lie, if others don't want to give face, they will find their own death. As a scholar with no background, it is really difficult for a nobleman to get out of it if he really has any ill will towards her.

"Hello, Mr. Senset. Now it looks like your body has recovered?"

"Hello, Ms. Patchouli. I didn't expect you to come in person, I thought you were going to teach online. ”

The woman stood up and saluted, and the boy smiled slightly and returned the salute gently.

It's just that there is hostility in the words of both of them, Pachouli is dissatisfied that the dog-like guy in front of him dares to release his pigeon, and Sensett is stunned for some reason.

He didn't know why he had such an attitude towards this woman.

The young man smiled slightly bitterly, he was indeed very abnormal today.

Scholar Pache was a very beautiful woman, and although she was twenty-five years old, she had the appearance of a girl. Although he is a Westerner, his facial features have a soft and delicate aura that is rare in this race, and his amethyst-like eyes are clear and transparent, like two lakes. The long purple hair hangs down softly, and the overall makeup is simple and rigorous, with the slightly pale skin due to the disease, there is a bookish atmosphere, but it is a little old-fashioned. The crescent moon hairpin on the head is the most lively decoration on the whole body, but it also has the simple style that this woman has always had.

Overall, the kind of genre that Sensett prefers. Clean, intellectual, and feminine.

But for some reason, the young man has an inexplicable resentment towards her in his heart, and at the same time feels that she is extremely close. With this complicated feeling for a stranger they met for the first time, Sensett began to wonder if he needed to see a doctor.

What's going on? The weird psychology of adolescence?

The sarcastic smile on the corner of the boy's mouth softened, and he shook his head vigorously, as if to throw all those strange feelings out of his mind. Pache looked directly at her slender eyebrows and smiled kindly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm a little angry today, and my language is too radical for a while, so please forgive me. It was my fault for skipping class last time, and I hope you can make a difference. ”

Pache wanted to taunt her, but she didn't expect that the little ghost who had no one in her eyes would take the initiative to apologize, and the scholar walked down the steps. What's more, the attitude of admitting mistakes is still very sincere-from a commoner to the present, Patchouli has seen the warmth and warmth of people, and naturally sees that he is sincere-the anger in his heart has dissipated.

And for some reason, I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this teenager, and there seems to be a faint sense of regret in my heart.

Apologies? Why are there apologies? Even if they are apologies, they should be guilty of breaking the contract, and he feels guilty, doesn't he?

"There is a saying in the East that 'knowing mistakes can be corrected, and good is great.'" 'If only Master Sensett could recognize this. ”

The doubts in her heart did not appear on the surface, and Patchouli still said lukewarmly with an iceberg face.

"What you taught is that. The boy nodded very sincerely.

"So, let's start teaching. ”

The dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated completely, and Pache Norreki stretched out her hand and motioned for Sensett to sit down first, and she sat down opposite.

The young man turned his head to look at the head maid, "Then, Sakuya, you go back first, don't you still have a lot to do?"

The head maid bowed slightly, but ignored Senset, but said to Patchouli first: "The young master has a stubborn temperament, if there is anything offended, please forgive me." ”

Patchouli nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will teach him with my heart." ”

"Thank you then. ”

Sakuya bowed her head, gave Senset a meaningful look, and turned away.

The boy shrugged helplessly—I don't think I'll be obedient as soon as I leave your sight.

But then again, it seems that the only one in this family who can absolutely control themselves is Sakuya.

With a low laugh twice, the young man restrained the smile on his face and asked, "Teacher, what am I going to study?"

"That's how I calculated it on my own. Patchouli took a dozen pieces of white paper from her purse and tapped it lightly on the table. "I named it 'Seven Yao Mode'. ”

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"How's it going, Senset, how does it feel?"

"Spare me, my mind is full of geometry and angular functions right now. ”

The boy shook his head with a wry smile, his fingers pressed against his temples.

The corners of Sakuya's mouth curled slightly, ignoring his friend's complaints: "Then I'll tell you good news, your martial arts teacher will come over in the afternoon." ”

"You mean Misuzu? That's good news. ”

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