[If you cause personal harm to the system, you will be deducted from your value. 】

"Do I have a presence now?"

[You can buckle it first.] 】

Sakuraku: Why does she want to kill the system more than she did just now?

[The existence value is minus 10, and it is now minus 10.] 】

“.....”

Sakuraku gritted her teeth.

Holding her rice bowl, she wandered among the tables in the cafeteria.

She can't ask who the main character is, but she can listen!

The one who chats with each other the most among classmates must be the school's man of the hour, the protagonist at the center of the world.

The longer Sakuraku listened, the more she realized how transparent nature was suitable for being a spy, and all kinds of private matters that she didn't want to hear emerged.

"I had a dream yesterday and threw my panties out of the window when I got up in the morning."

Sakuraku: What should I do if I hit someone else's head?

.....

"You know what? Lin Hao fought with people outside the school again. ”

"I'll go, Brother Society or another school?"

"I don't know, it seems to have both."

"Niu, who won in the end?"

"The school bully in our school, or who else do you say, I haven't seen Lin Hao lose in a fight."

"You said that he fights every day, and he still asks his classmates to collect protection money, and no one cares about him?"

"Who cares about the son of the school director? The building where you go to class is still donated by someone else's father, does our school have long eyes that dare to provoke Lin Hao? ”

.....

Sakura listened so much, and found that the most mentioned name in the chat of classmates was this school bully named Lin Hao.

It's just that the name sounds a bit popular.

In general novels or TV series, the name of the male protagonist is shocking and different when he hears it.

Duanmu, Shangguan.

This name sounds like a passer-by than Luo Luo.

"System, do you say that this Lin Hao is the protagonist of the world?"

[Sorry, confidential content cannot be disclosed.] 】

Sakuraku's big round eyes burned with fire, and her fists were clenched.

Thinking of her negative presence, her facial muscles rose, and she endured all her anger and only sneered twice.

"Huh"

"Classmate, may I ask what class Lin Hao is in?"

Of course, Sakuraku, whose existence value is lower than zero, is ignored the whole time.

Sakuraku found the boy who was throwing objects in the air, shook it with her hand in front of him, and jumped high.

The trick that worked for the two girls just now is now ineffective.

[The existence value is minus ten.] 】

[The existence value is minus ten.] 】

.....

This sentence looped in Sakuraku's ears.

She stood on her tiptoes, like a thief, and yelled into his left ear.

"Ah——!!!h

"Ahh——!!!!h

"You're sick!"

The man jumped away in an instant, blocked his deaf ears, and glared at the girl in front of him with extreme anger.

Sakura smiled hesitantly, "Classmate, I want to ask you how many years does Lin Hao have?" ”

"The first class of high school." The boy replied subconsciously.

When he reacted in the next second, he wanted to find someone to settle the account, and looked around, but he couldn't find the figure of the neurotic just now.

And, what does she look like?

Why hasn't a minute passed, I don't remember.

Sakuratsu finished lunch and went back to the classroom.

After finishing the afternoon class, I rushed to the door of the first class of the second year of high school as soon as school ended at half past five!

Although she has a purely transparent, no, negative transparent physique, no one will find out even if she is not in the class, but she still maintains the benchmark of a good student.

Because.....

[Absenteeism will deduct the existence value.] 】

Who's going to save her?! Who will strangle this pit daddy system for her!

She swore that she would study hard, make progress every day, and take the core guidance of Marxism as her original intention....

The music after school played, Sakuraku grabbed the schoolbag that had been sorted out a long time ago, and rushed out the back door like an arrow on the string.