"World!"

Bai Mao stood on the table, his arms raised and pointed obliquely to the sky, making a bow to shoot the sun, and his eyes were resolute.

"By our Black Knights!"

Livar completed a relatively symmetrical set of movements beside him, and his expression was hideous.

"Arbitration!"

The two of them swapped places and posed as Kamen Rider transformations.

Livar and Whitefur cooperated with the stupid pose, and in the student union office, they completed the declaration of the appearance of the Black Knights.

Even though the outside world has been turned upside down, the school is still a good scene of singing and dancing.

The successive heavy changes in the 11th district are not much different from the lace news such as cheating on celebrities and singers being pregnant for this group of young ladies who stay in the ivory tower and are isolated from society.

They were in the corridor, excitedly communicating about the hacking of the TV and the kidnapping of the princess. The boys mimicked ZERO's speech, tying their uniforms around their necks and pretending to be cloaks, and then spreading their arms violently, trying to make the crisp sound of dusting out. The girls also stopped in groups to watch, hiding their faces and laughing, and from time to time they made comments that "Peter looks so stupid".

When the stupid boys heard this, they suddenly came to their senses and performed even harder.

The country is very good, and the sun is so bright.

They know what's going on.

They knew that ZERO was the Empire's mortal enemy.

But they don't have a sense of reality.

For them, ZERO is an idealist who is handsome enough to fly, a legend of a single man who fights against the state and miraculously defeats each other. He's Zorro, he's Robin Hood.

Compared with those social gears that have long been numb, simple young people are more willing to accept ZERO's straightforward concept of equality of all beings.

Compared with the ambiguous speeches of politicians, ZERO gives alms to the living and sanctions to sinners, and the logic of happy revenge is also more in line with their taste.

They love ZERO.

So Ashford College's drama department took advantage of this trend to write a stage play for the terrorist.

The president respectfully presented the script to the supreme dictator of the academy, President Milei. And euphemistically put forward an application for funding. The Queen raised her noble chin and said to ask the vice president.

Livar, who was idle until the egg was broken, pulled Ilan and rehearsed according to the script.

"Wait, that's not right." Livar straightened up, pondering. "There is still no sense of power, and that kind of coercion still hasn't been conveyed・・・・・・ is it really a clothing problem?"

"It's not about the costumes." Ilan put his hand on Livar's shoulder and said bitterly. "Believe me, the school uniform is a thousand times more handsome than that one. If the score is ten out of ten, the school uniform can be counted as five points, the cloak is one point, the tights are negative five points, and the combination of the two is about 100. ”

"Yes." Livar nodded approvingly. "The cloak is fine, but the tights always feel a little..."

"Pervert, right?" Ilan looked at him with encouraging eyes. "That feeling of wrapping your body tightly is like a sullen version of exhibitionism, isn't it?"

Ilan was kind and seductive, and Livar was thoughtful.

"Well, it's a little different..."

"Ahem!"

A majestic cough sounded from behind the two of them, and when they looked back, they saw that the vice president was already standing in the doorway. At this moment, he was looking at a certain white hair with a cold murderous aura.

This kid definitely did it on purpose!

He had already found himself at the door!

How is the aesthetics of ZERO so understandable to this crude pragmatist?!

The contrast between the power of the sound and the slender shape is beautiful.

The closing and opening of the cape, combined with the sadness and excitement of the speech, the shocking power generated by this dynamic change elevates the auditory experience to a visual and even spiritual impact!

These vulgar people don't know what art is!

Right!

I'm not a pervert! ZERO is not an exhibitionist! It's not me who is at fault! It's this white...

"Ahra? Lelouch? When did you come back? Ilan asked with an innocent look of surprise. Anyway, let's take a look at the application for the drama department, this time the costumes alone cost a lot of money. Although the Black Knights have been very popular recently, it is too expensive to find professionals to customize a full set of clothing. The president says you call the shots, even though it's always been that way. But will their tickets be recovered? I calculated that even if the venue was full, it would take 17 consecutive performances to recoup the cost. If you can't get it back, the student union will run a deficit again this month? So I think it's still..." Ilan quickly changed the subject.

"Today's face is unusually sullen, what's going on?" Livar Natural Supplemental Knife.

"In order to allow everyone to enjoy their youth without worries, I have stayed up late to plan the budget for next month."

The Foul-faced Demon King let out a long yawn and tossed a neatly nailed stack of forms on the table. "Don't worry about my overdrawn body. Then, continue to rehearse your "ZERO True Pervert: The Revenge of the Exhibitionist", the military department will definitely like it, and maybe it will get you some sponsorship and organize a tour of the whole territory of District 11 or something・・・・・・"

Probably infected by Ilan, Lelouch, who had been fatally hit, thought about it uncharacteristically. The dark circles under his eyes and the cursed muttering made his handsome face look gloomy.

"I'll talk to the president later, the budget for that drama has been halved, and I'll go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep."

Seeing that Lelouch was about to leave, Ilan stopped him again. "Is it done?"

"Well, it won't be there anytime soon." Lelouch nodded, and walked towards the dormitory with vague steps.

"Good work." Ilan smiled and picked up the thick stack of forms on the table.

Speaking of which・・・・・・

Is it that he was in command of the anti-narcotics squad while tossing in the cockpit of the scoundrel・・・・・・

Elan sat cross-legged on the table, looking at the intermittent handwriting, and sighed in admiration.

"Good morning."

A sickly voice came from the doorway.

"Yo, Karin." Livar said hello.

The girl nodded politely and walked in slowly, her eyes scanning the room before finally locking on Ilan.

"Good morning, Ilan-san..."

Hearing the soft and fluttering sound of a gossamer cat's claw scratching his heart, Bai Mao instantly got goosebumps, his trembling hands couldn't control it, and there was a soft sound of "bang", and the fruits of Lu Lu's night's labor were torn in half・・・・・・

"Ho-ho." Livar smiled lewdly and stabbed Ilan with his arm, his twinkling eyes clearly conveying the words "I understand".

No, Livar-san, you don't understand.

You don't understand at all.

While you're looking at a delicate lily, I'm looking at a silverback gorilla.

While you are intoxicated by the other party's soft whispers like love words, I have personally experienced the owner of this voice, the nearly 400-pound uppercut!

"Senior Sister Kalian, it's early." Ilan hurriedly put on a courteous smile. "How's your body?"

"Well, can you come with me?"

"Huh?"

Usually she pesters her, but now the relationship is reversed, and Yilan didn't react at once.

"Hohoo!" Livar's eyes lit up at the words, his elbows shaking like Parkinson's, and he stabbed Elan hard in the ribs.

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On the rooftop, Karen looked at the scenery in the distance by the railing, as if her mind had also flown into the distance. Ilan stood beside her, carefully studying the girl's expression.

"You were trying to get me out of here." The girl suddenly laughed weirdly.

actually opened his mouth to speak with such bitterness and hatred.

Ilan silently moved to the side to prevent Karen from hurting people, or hugged him and jumped into the hugs and martyrs, both of them blending into the endless blue ・・・・・・

"The weather was nice." Ilan tried to reassure the other party. "My mother said, 'People are like sponges, they can get moldy if they are left in a dark place for too long, so come out and bask in the sun.'" ”

"Really..."

The girl turned her back against the railing, her eyes a little confused.

"My mom can't say anything like that. You're back, have you eaten, it's time to rest. It's all these ・・・・・・ that you don't have."

Karene sighed.

I found my mother in that warehouse last night.

Between the scum and the cowards, the woman hallucinates calling her own and her brother's names.

Weeping, weakness, submissiveness, servility.

That's the impression that woman has always had on Kalian.

Even if she was disgusted and difficult by the hostess as a junior, treated like a plaything by her eldest father, and even suffered from the contempt of all the people employed in the whole house, she never thought of standing up and relying on her legs to walk out of the so-called house.

Take your hand and leave the place where the miasma is smoky.

She just lowered her eyebrows and was obedient to it.

It's such a spineless woman, but...

"Is she still there?" Ilan asked.

"Hmm."

"That's great."

Looking at Ilan's somewhat lonely smile, Karen's heart suddenly emptied.

In fact, she came to Elan to talk about last night.

There is no one in the organization to talk to, and ZERO certainly doesn't have the time to deal with these parents, and it's even more impossible for these so-called classmates.

If my brother is still around・・・・・・

This matter is like a big stone pressing on her heart, buried in her chest and breathless, if she doesn't find someone to complain about and detoxify, she may only be able to go to the battlefield in this trance.

After looking around, the girl finally found in despair that she had only this chatter.

Although he doesn't like what he looks like, but as a half-breed, he should be the one who understands himself best, right?

Now even listen to him talk nonsense about non-nutritious nonsense・・・・・・

"Have you kowtowed to my mother?"

"What?" Karene didn't understand.

"I don't know much about Japanese customs, but in the Chinese Federation, you have to kowtow to your elders during New Year's holidays and everything, so I think Japan should be similar."

Ilan cocked his index finger and explained earnestly.

"・・・・・・ no."

"Then you have to hurry, or you'll regret it." Elan's smile faded. "When that day comes, even if she kneels in front of the stone with her name engraved on it, for three days and three nights, she will not know."

The girl's eyes widened involuntarily.

Is it a hallucination? That is, sad expression?

"I, for some inexplicable reason, was forbidden to kneel. Sounds handsome, right? It's actually nothing, and my mother and I didn't take this rotten ritual of turning into sesame seeds and rotten grains seriously, we just knew it in our hearts, and we were embarrassed to toss it like this.

yes, I didn't really take it seriously at the time.

It wasn't until after she died that I regretted why I was so stupid before, and why I didn't kowtow to her when she was still alive.

No matter how many wreaths are placed in front of the tombstone, how many candles are lit, and how many words are spoken, it is just a trick to show and comfort yourself. She couldn't see or hear anymore.

That's really, regretful to the point of wanting to chase down the field.

So, if you can give me another chance, not to resurrect my mother, not to go back to the past, but just to give the old lady who is still alive a chance to kowtow・・・・・・ whether it is a hand, a leg, or a fifty-year lifespan, I am willing to give it. ”

Karene didn't know what to say.

She had become accustomed to Ilan's hippie smile, and she had also become accustomed to the way she communicated with him with punches and kicks. So when Bai Mao uncharacteristically showed a sad expression, talking about his family and the past, she felt that the other party was very strange.

For the first time, she realized that she didn't know the man at all.

"Elan's mother... must be a very strong woman, right?"

Lost her husband, was alone in a foreign country, joined a rebel group, and raised her children alone・・・・・・

"Strong?" Ilan laughed. "No, no, no, she's just a fool."

"Huh?"

"She doesn't speak English, she doesn't know anything but fighting, there's no one to play with her in the palace, and she's bored to the point of mold. So..." Ilan suddenly frowned, but with a strange smile on his face. "Can you believe it? She forced me to take a step when I was just able to stand firmly, and I was elbowing the door in front of the stone pillar while the other children were reciting Shakespeare. Before I was ten years old, I had broken thirty-one bones, at least once a week, and I would be beaten until I lost consciousness. It's just to train someone who can play with her. ”

Listening to this bloody accusation, Karen shuddered.

Compared to the white-haired inhuman mother, her mother is simply an angel with a holy light shining behind her.

But only this kind of tutor can cultivate a monster like him・・・・・・

But she was by no means a strong person, and in the middle of the night she would feel homesick and cry until dawn with a quilt wrapped in a quilt. A few shepherd's cabbages planted in the garden were uprooted by the gardener as weeds, so she shut herself in her room for two whole days, without eating or drinking. When I came out, the inside of the bedroom felt like it had been bombed. As a human, she is the strongest. But as a woman..."

Yilan leaned his back against the guardrail and sat down slowly, looking at the blue sky with a lonely expression.

"It's just an ordinary woman."

"I'm sorry." Karen, infected by his affection, also squatted beside him, and said cautiously. "I didn't mean to remind you of this..."

"Did you quarrel with your mother?" Ilan sensed Karen's intentions.

"Almost."

"That's not right. No matter who did it wrong, family is gone. Maybe it's today, maybe it's ten years from now, there will come a day. At that point, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, strong or weak. Facing the tombstone, people will not have any other thoughts than to kneel down and say sorry. Instead of confessing to a stone, it is better to talk to your mother while she is still there. ”

Landscape, peach blossoms, Feilai Peak, Welcome Pine, Yellow Dragon, Tianchi, Sea of Clouds.

Bazaars, dialects, firecrackers, tea crisps, excerpts, Kunqu opera, Huangmei opera・・・・・・

Those things that his mother was deeply attached to, described to him over and over again.

He patted his chest and promised that he would take her to relive the old dream.

But it's too late.

Gone is gone.

Forever ・・・・・・

"・・・・・・ yes."

Karene whispered.

She couldn't refuse such a sincere Jianyì.

"What am I talking about?" Ilan smiled self-deprecatingly. "Really, why did you accidentally teach your seniors a lesson, I'm sorry."

"Ah, no." Karen, who had completely entered the state of a lady, hurriedly waved her hand. "Ilan really helped."

Ilan looked at Karen suspiciously, and scanned the surroundings with her peripheral vision, confirming that there was no third person on the rooftop.

Could it be that she has been disguised for too long so that she has a psychological distortion, her role is misplaced, and she has forgotten her original hideous appearance?

"Then I won't disturb my senior sister to bask in the sun."

Ilan stood up with her usual sunny smile and made a gesture that please continue.

"I'm going to glue my brother's forms up, uh, I hope Livar hasn't messed them up." Ilan muttered something in a low voice, stretched, and walked to the rooftop exit.

"Ahh Kalian stopped Bai Mao in a hesitant way.

"Yes."

Elan turned to look at Kalian, waiting for her to be dispatched.

"I'm sorry to ask a rude question... Your mother is ・・・・・・"

She wondered what kind of person it would take to train a woman like Ilan to kill her.

"Ahh Ilan nodded in understanding. "Depression."

"Huh?"

Karene was stunned for two seconds.

The reason for such a mediocrity, actually...

"We got separated, and then she got depressed, and I don't know too well whether she died of a hunger strike or a drug overdose...

Ilan habitually shrugged and lowered his head to dust his trouser legs, avoiding Kalian's gaze.

"She's not strong at all."