"Bad?"

"Knock knock."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the second floor, and a figure was slowly moving forward in the dark silence.

Leather shoes hit the floor with a loud bang.

Such a regular and steady footstep, and it is the texture of leather shoes, only the director of the welfare home wears leather shoes with high intensity all day long.

Sanqianzi's brain was activated by fear, and it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the dean was checking for bed!

Sure enough, the door to the first boys' dormitory on the second floor was opened, and after a silence, the little boys' wails came and went.

"Whoever told you not to sleep at night, hurry up and go to bed!" The Devil Dean shouted angrily.

"If you don't sleep again, give me ten minutes to stand at the door, and contract for another month of sanitation on the second floor, I see if you still have the spirit to frolic!"

The boys' dormitory was jumping and jumping, and he didn't expect to be raided by the dean, but it also gave a warning to other dormitories.

After such a commotion, the other dormitories immediately prepared for inspection, and when they pushed the door open, they were guaranteed to see a sleeping piglet, and maybe someone would snore exaggeratedly.

"Oops, the devil is going to bed again."

Michiko covered her mouth, cold sweat flowed down instantly, and she said sorry to Takahashi pitifully, like a beckoning cat at the door of the store.

"Sister Angel, I have to go back quickly."

As elementary school students, the three thousand sons 'enjoyed' the strict treatment of sleeping that the relaxed generation did not have, and they lived in the tempering and fighting of wits and courage since they were young.

Tiptoeing down the stairs quickly, Sanchiko breathed a sigh of relief, and the dean was still checking the boys' bed.

The second floor is an L-shaped cloister, and the entrance to the small attic is in the deepest part of the L-shape, so as long as you are not too lucky, you won't bump into the devil at once.

It's good, there is no dean.

With a smile on her face, Michiko walked towards the dormitory.

It's stable, and you don't have to be scolded.

"Who?"

The flickering flashlight light shone from the other end of the corridor, and the dean would do the trick?

No, it's not the devil's dean, the skinny hemp rod, it's the dean's assistant!

It's the one that can't be sold!

"Brother Ang, you go to bed with the dean."

Mihara Ang, the oldest orphan in the orphanage, is supposedly twenty-three or fourteen years old, and has long been out of the age standard for assistance in the orphanage, and the only one who can adopt him at this age is the prison.

But Yonehara Ang is the kind of child that no one wants because he is getting older, and finally when he becomes an adult, there is no reason for the welfare home to help him anymore.

With Yonehara's surname, he entered society after graduating from high school because ...... He couldn't afford to go to college, but this guy is said to have worked in society for a few years and then hit a wall everywhere, and returned to the welfare home in disgrace.

Those who come and go simply rely on the welfare home, do not need a salary, and just take care of the food every day.

Anyway, he was an orphan and didn't have any kinship.

If it's mixed well, if it's not mixed well, no one will gossip.

Most people live in other people's mouths.

Coupled with Yonehara's surname, Ang has become a mascot-like existence over time.

Helping the dean deal with the chores in the welfare home, he is currently learning to cook, and the dean has no extra money to pay his salary, almost all of the money is spent on more than a dozen of their children.

The welfare home is not a business, and it does not say how many children will be taken in or sent away, and how many indicators will be paid.

Although it sounds like an alternative home squatter in his twenties who escapes reality, Aung Mihara has a good personality and is not aggressive, otherwise he wouldn't let him take care of the child if the dean of that kind of perverted madman said anything.

"Shhh, I just came out to go to the bathroom, I'll go back, I'll go back."

If it was really Brother Ang who checked his bed, he might have been fooled by the three thousand sons.

But around the corner of the corridor there was a knock of leather shoes hitting the ground, it was the dean!

"Aang, who's talking to you?"

It's over, Sanqianzi's heart is cold, isn't the dean checking the boys' dormitory, why are his ears so bright.

He's a devil with great powers.

"Brother Ang, brother, let one go, let one go, let me go back quickly, ah, the courtyard...... Dean, good evening. ”

Around the corner came the figure of the dean.

The dean is tall, 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick neck, like a tall warrior in the ancient military formation, more than the dean of the welfare home.

Such a figure is coupled with the strictness of the children, worthy of the devil's nickname.

"Three thousand sons?" The Devil Dean took a few steps forward, "It's eleven o'clock, what are you doing outside." ”

The little three thousand sons were like a dwarf in front of the dean, and they cut off the lower half of their legs.

"I'm going to the toilet." Sanchiko resorted to the most common trick used by the children in the welfare home.

"Toilets?" A cruel smile appeared on the devil's face, "The toilet is behind me, what are you doing standing there, even if you want to go back to the dormitory after going to the toilet, you don't have to go all the way to the end." ”

The cold hairs on the three thousand sons exploded all over his body, and his little faces were slumped together, as if he was about to cry.

Do you want to explain that she is actually Spider-Man, who was practicing walking on the wall with the window just now.

Hearing this, Mihara Ang walked a few steps forward, as if to find out what Michiko was doing just now.

Michiko's heart was beating violently, his hands and feet were cold, and his face was trembling.

But the dean behind him coughed lightly at this time: "Ahem, come back, Ang." ”

"Dean." Mihara nodded obediently and walked behind the dean.

The tall giant dean smiled so that Sanchiko panicked, and she squeezed out a difficult smile on her round face with two small hands behind her back.

"It's so energetic at night, it's worthy of you."

"Dean, you've won the prize."

"Since you're so energetic, Ang."

"Dean." Mihara nodded.

"Keeping an eye on it, in the week starting today, the dishes and chopsticks in the bathroom and kitchen after dinner will be in charge of Sanqianzi."

"Hmm."

"Don't......"

"Hurry up and get me back to sleep!"

With a wave of his hand, the devil dean rubbed the big head of the three thousand sons and pushed him into the dormitory.

"Bang!"

The door closed, and Michiko sighed and went back to bed.

Even children who are asleep will be woken up by such a disturbance at night, but children are energetic, especially children who are together, and it is worth celebrating to be able to fall asleep before twelve o'clock every day.

When the dean's footsteps faded away, the girls in the dormitory let out a small snort.

"Hey, hey."

"Haha."

"Laugh at what laugh." Sanchiko said in a low voice.

"I'll trouble you with the dishes in the future."

"And the bathroom."

"I liberated ......"

"Well, you all really hate it, aren't you just accidentally caught by the devil, this time it's me, next time maybe it's one of you."