I came to the classroom with bloodshot eyes and thought about life.

Babble.

Some grapes are purplish-red.

Some of them are purple and black.

Voldemort arched his nose and smiled.

- Did you sleep well last night, Bo~Te. ——

Just look at it, I'm not a rabbit, and there's obviously something wrong with my eyes being so red.

- Then you need to master the four major things of healthy life in order to live longer, the doctor told me, eat less whales, less eagles, less crocodiles, and less ice. ——

Anyway, it's already afternoon, and I've slept on the cold ground all morning.

- Time is so merciless, and you are already familiar with the cruelty and seriousness of your attributes, as well as their importance and decisive role. ——

Huh...... Oh, yes.

I pulled out the *, flipped it to the back, oh, it was pastry class in the morning, but luckily I didn't come.

Because what they make is either too salty or too sweet.

If you eat too many salted eggs, you will become an idler.

It is absolutely impossible to turn into a salted egg superman.

Saying.

We.

St. Don Quixote

There were only four members.

Where is our face!

Hm.

After all, Voldemort is in charge.

No one dares to come, right?

- Well, Bo~Te, in fact, we also escaped from the pastry class. ——

Oh, you reminded me.

I'm sorry.

I'm going out for a trip.

I ran out of the classroom.

Voldemort and the Bishop followed.

- Where are you going, Bo~Te, to find a pseudo-Lori that can kill us in seconds. ——

If I don't save him, there will be no one in the world who can kill you in seconds.

- Then we can't let you go. ——

Voldemort and the Bishop put their wands together.

- The second monk of the magic wand is confused. ——

- Turtle Pai Hamai Hamai Demon Seal Cave Wave! ——

A huge sky-blue turtle sect qigong blew me into the second-floor window.

- yes......~! ——

I lay on the ground with my face facing the sky and a large figure with my arms open.

Then I sat up.

Turn your head slowly and stiffly.

I saw a packet of cookies.

I looked up with a tread in my eyes.

The pseudo-loli pharmacist sat on the sofa with a calm expression.

I swallowed.

Asked tremblingly.

These cookies, are they delicious?

The pharmacist moves the biscuit to the cheek raiser outside the gums.

[I've been holding it for so long, and he hasn't been soft. 】

It's like a piece of chewing gum that can't be softened.

Chew on it.

The pharmacist chewed.

[It's okay.] 】

This must be a ploy to trick me into taking the bait.

I took a piece out of the cookie packet.

Bites a small piece.

Yes.

It's as hard as the chess pieces that the second dragon raises its head in February and eats.

My gums, which I haven't received vitamins for a long time, are hurting.

I'm going to knock my teeth.

In other words, my original intention of coming here was actually to reclaim my life.

How to say it.

These cookies are actually the fruits of the labor of the students in the pastry class.

It's either too salty or too sweet.

I took the biscuits, pulled out two packets of 3+2, and put them on the pharmacist's lap.

I'll go first.

I jumped downstairs through the window.

Throw the cookies into the open street pole line.

Dust your hands off.

Walk towards the dormitory.

A lamppost stood behind me.

The whole body is white in the snow bones.

The cold and beautiful face of the street lamp pole adult emerged.