Coming out of the tavern in the morning, Lanzerim looked like a good student again.

She hesitated to keep her lip color as she was, but she chose to keep her original look.

Maybe at first she subconsciously hoped that she could be recognized, and in the end she also got her wish and was bumped into and recognized by some people.

Amir was still the same, and the days of depravity and decay continued until he touched a light in his life.

He woke up with the same drunken face, and the discomfort of a hangover as he walked through the way to the school building rushed to his brain.

So he lit a cigarette to refresh himself during the day, which should have been the most spiritual of mankind.

Sometimes, he didn't even understand what he was doing on this ridiculous island.

Maybe it's because the people of the family felt that it was necessary for him to come to Star Island, and he was here after that.

Emile walked down the road with a book in his hand, how arrogant he was at night, how decadent he was during the day, he was described.

He spat out a puff of cigarette, he had learned to spit smoke rings, and now he spit is not perfect, but it is more than enough for those who have not learned.

If Lanzerim hadn't overslept today, the chances of Amir running into the "good student" Lanzerim were zero.

Just as Emile frowned and took a hard puff on his cigarette, Lanzerim passed by without warning.

He didn't know what Mystic Blue's name was, but he felt a strong sense of familiarity when he saw this blonde hair.

Emile had always regretted that he had unknowingly drunk that day, and his mind had been reminding him that he had forgotten something important.

Just as he glanced thoughtfully at the familiar blonde hair, the strong sense of familiarity in his mind intensified, déjà vu.

With the mentality of killing a thousand by mistake and not letting go of eight hundred, Amir picked up his cigarette and began to follow quickly.

It was only after a moment that he realized that he had underestimated the speed at which Lanzerim was traveling.

She was anxious and in a hurry.

The slender legs stepped out and walked fast.

Emile reached out and grabbed it several times in the air, but the final breakthrough point turned out to be Lanzerim's hair that he hadn't had time to comb in the morning.

Poor Lanzerim was inexplicably grabbed by a handful of hair during the early morning rush to class, and her scalp was in excruciating pain, and she was also stunned.

Is this the retribution for working in a tavern?

"Hey! It's really you! ”

After grabbing Lanzerim's hair, it was as easy to catch her as it was to catch a chicken.

Amir was taken aback, and when he was inexplicable to Lanzerim, he walked around to her, and was taken aback.

"It's not!"

Mysterious Mr. Blue...... When Lanzerim was about to shout out loud, she remembered that Mystic Blue was a nickname for "goodwill".

Seeing her lips move, Amir didn't hear what Lanzerim was swallowing.

"How are you?"

Pulling his own hair, pulling his hair is the same old joke as he stared at the mysterious Mr. Blue and asked.

"It's so cold, you're not like that in the tavern."

There was a faint smell of smoke on Mr. Mysterious Blue, and he said with his cigarette in his mouth and his arms folded.

"Because it's in a tavern, it's school time."

Lanzerim snorted and said, the late crisis and the stinging of the scalp, at this time in her heart the mysterious Mr. Blue rotten to the extreme.

"If you don't want to be recognized, don't make your lips so weird"

Mr. Mysterious Blue seemed to look at her with interest, and he said as he took a cigarette.

Maybe on purpose, he was talking to her with a puff of smoke, maybe he thought he was cool.

"Don't you just want to be recognized?"

Mr. Mysterious Blue took a shallow puff of the cigarette in his mouth, and Lanzerim wrinkled his nose and looked at him for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but you're overthinking. If you want to interpret it that way, it doesn't hurt. ”

She raised her eyebrows quickly, just as Mr. Mysterious Blue frowned and was about to ask him if he didn't understand the meaning.

Lanzerim snatched the cigarette from his mouth with a quick suffrage.

The cigarette was tossed to the ground and was crushed by Lanzerim's stomped stomp.

"I'm going to be late."

Lanzerim made a polite expression and walked away in a hurry.

It's as if she screwed it so hard one night—pleasure.

“…… Damn ......"

This woman with strange lips, a cold and arrogant temper, and very tangled hair actually treated him like this one after another!

Amir couldn't calm his turbulent mood for a moment, and he scolded and hurried to catch up.

"Hey! What's your name! ”

He couldn't believe that he had chased after him, Amir, you really chased after him!

"Neuropathy ......"

He heard the tavern hosts scolding him for having a sick head, and it occurred to him that he had forgotten something important.

I really don't know if I don't scold.

How could she turn her face so quickly, she wasn't like this at night.

"You said that if I ask you when I am sober, you will tell me!"

Ignoring the curious gazes around him, he asked after Lanzerim.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Lanzerim said that at this point she rushed into her school building, and the mysterious Mr. Blue was chasing after her.

"Your name! It's okay not to answer, I'll change the question! ”

Amir heard Lanzerim's throat snoring in anger, he was actually a little funny?!

"Where are you in class! What class are you from! ”

With the mindset that knowing your class would be traceable, Emile changed the direction of his question.

The speed at which Lanzerim was making it difficult for him to climb the stairs was a little difficult, and his brain was still hungover.

"Go ahead and ask!"

I won't answer anyway!

Lanzerim roared, she was almost able to shake off the annoying spirit that had suddenly grown out of the ground.

Just around the corner of a staircase, Amir couldn't keep up with Lanzerim—she was as athletic as an antelope.

She disappeared suddenly......

Emile, who had climbed to a certain floor, had a lot less hangover and nausea, and he didn't know how agile he could be when he caught up all the way.

Although he still lost it in the end, it didn't matter, and Emile looked around—remembering the floor and the classroom.

He walked down the school building again and looked at the number of the school building.

The first digit of the student's medal is directly linked to the number of the school building, and Emile knows why he has not been able to find the mysterious hostess.

Because she is a student with the prefix of 1, not only can she not usually touch it, but it is also a category that he didn't consider at all.

As Emile thoughtfully left the building that didn't belong to him, Lanzerim burst into the class in the most embarrassed gesture she'd ever had.

Speaking of which, the teachers in those classes are except for those who are lawless and lethargic.

If meanness is a personal trait, then it must be Ms. Mister.

In addition to the caustic Mister, stubborn and conservative, and a bit nosy, Lanzerim admits that Ms. Mister has no additional flaws.

She is a good teacher, and the subject she teaches is life magic.

Watching Lanzerim slip into his seat in embarrassment, Ms. Mister clasped her hands on her chest and the whip in her hand drooped in a harsh arc.

"I don't want to be nosy, but your grooming is terrible."

She said that she always said that she didn't want to be nosy, but in fact, the reality always contradicted her verbal promises.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'll tie my braids right away."

Lanzerim walked to the seat behind her and hurriedly responded, watching her scrambled to tie her braids, Angeli, who sat next to her, curled a mocking smile.

She always didn't know how difficult it was for her "roommate" to live.

"For the sake of your excellent grades, I won't dwell on anything."

Ms. Misster flipped through the report card she had brought with her and heard someone in the class gasp.

"The old rules, you know. Be conscious, young man. ”

Ms. Mister taps the blackboard with her whip and spells magic as a discipline that makes all students start all over again.

The life magic they had been studying at the academy for several years had not only not helped them gain knowledge—it had only increased their confusion about taking the subject on Star Island.

"You should put more effort into studying, there are many lives on Star Island that are dispensable. You can go a day without pleasure but you can't go a day without eating, and what you stuff into your mind now is what you will be hungry for later. ”

To be honest, some people think that they will be liberated when they come to Star Island, while others think that the real cultivation has just begun.

Whenever Ms. Mister began her lecture with this sentence, the students below sighed.

Why would they want to listen to the same content in a different environment.

The Capital Academy also said the same thing, and you can enjoy happiness when you get to Sing Tao.

What about blessings?

Again...... It's boring......"

Angeli flipped out of her mirror and looked quietly.

"Maybe you put more effort into your studies and be less pretentious and beautiful will find you a better marriage. The head of the big family is not a fool, why should he look down on you indiscriminate. ”

While handing out the report cards, Ms. Mister's words swished through the students' ears, and she had already noticed that some of the people in the class had already scattered their minds.

People are always like that.

"No one likes a weirdo who studies academics all day......"

Angeli muttered to herself

"Do you think they're blind......

Angeli always likes to dress up and pave the way for her future, Lanzerim guesses.

"No one will cherish a vase, my dear."

Ms. Mister passed by putting down Angelie's report card, and it was clear that she had heard.

"Families always have their own specific selection criteria, and if your family is prominent, you can continue to daydream."

After all, the vase of the Maison belongs to the Maison, and even if the inner tank is empty, it is beautiful on the outside.

"Come for me after school."

Then she pressed Lanzerim's results in an inkwell, and Miss Mister said to Lanzerim

"You made a fatal mistake in answering."

She said.

"She's such a witch......"

As Miss Mister returned to her battlefield, Angeli said

"Vicious Witch ......"

Lanzerim glanced at Angeli quizzically, she thought Miss Mister was right.

Vases will not be truly cherished, even if they are good-looking.

"Am I wrong?"

Angeli looked at Lanzerim and asked Lanzerim.

"That's right......"

Lanzerim replied.

It is a fact that female eccentrics will not be liked, and vases will not be cherished.

"You're such a boring person, and you're bored on both sides."

Angeli sneered, thinking that Lanzerim was really not opportunistic.

Does this kind of question really need to be chosen, of course, it is all.

Lanzerim didn't speak