The head of the house, with his eyes sunken and his expression glazed, stood by the window with the yellow light and watched my little back walk to the middle of the playground.

Bend down and pick up the white-haired witch on the ground.

Climb up to the second floor of the dormitory from above the exterior wall.

Jump into the dorm window.

There was no other life on the playground.

The head of the house slept outside at night.

Alchemist and apothecary, different branches of pseudo-loli.

I guess there's a lot to whisper.

The lights have gone out in the dormitory.

I sat next to the ladder on the top bunk.

Cross your hands over your lap.

The white-haired witch was lying behind me wrapped in a flannel that wasn't too dirty.

Because he was tossing and turning and rubbing all the dust onto my bed.

Memories of Autumn.

It was this fall.

Early September.

It's been a week since school started.

My first semester in college.

Due to tardiness.

Outside the classroom.

Bow your head and stand on penalties.

The nose was dripping.

I pulled a roll of paper out of my pants pocket, tore off a paragraph, tore off a strip, and blew my nose.

The teacher roared in the classroom.

[A little bit of Ma Pik! 】

It's a marker.

Although I would not have imagined that I would resolutely abandon the name after three months.

- Ma Pik. ——

Don't pronounce my filthy name in such a very ethereal voice that is not sad, joyful, angry, or angry.

I wrapped a small strip of paper covered with nasal water in the other half of the roll that had just been useless.

Put it in my high school fall uniform, and inside the pocket with a zipper on the right hand for your phone.

Then I lowered my head again, held my textbook in both hands, and stood motionless by the wall with my head down.

- Are you shy. ——

I'm scared.

- What are you afraid of. ——

Fear of life.

Although I don't think so.

Oh.

At least that's what everyone says.

- Are you bullying here? ——

No, it won't.

- So where did you learn it? ——

What to learn.

- Deception. ——

Bully little life.

- Born people. ——

Forehead.

- You who are both afraid of life and deceitful and shy and arrogant. ——

Hm.

Hehehe......

Woo Woo Woo Microsoft Word!

A red line was drawn underneath the last of my three consecutive laughs!

Is that a grammatical error?

- I'm a student who transferred here today, the white-haired witch. ——

There is also a white-haired witch in Autumn Memories 6.

It seems to be a senior of so-and-so.

INTERVIEWER Can you introduce yourself? ——

My name is Marker.

They all call me Maleonn – the nemesis of Maleonn's pen, the stifler of miracles and illusions, the symbol of darkness.

- Are you bullying here? ——

Oh.

I've learned how to keep my true identity from the way people treat me as I am.

- Well, are there any dormitories available? ——

You can sleep in the classroom.

It's a pity that it is a military forbidden place inside, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

- Report. ——

[Come in.] 】

Na~Ni?

She's not an idler!

All right.

It seems that only people like me, who are laid-back late, will be turned away.

Just like now.

Inside the dark dormitory.

Everyone else slept.

And me.

Still leisurely awake.

Hm.

The railroad worker and the sub-track slept on the two lower bunks on my side.

Hades and the Virgin shared the same bed in the lower bunk opposite me.

The lower bunk diagonally opposite me belongs to the deodorant and smells to death.

Street lamp poles and relics sleep outside.

The medicine primer slept on the top bunk that originally belonged to the head of the dormitory on my side.

I slept with the white-haired witch on the top bunk that was already mine.

Yao Yinzi sat up.

[Now, do you want to raise a female ghost? 】

It's a witch!

[Ah~ Because you often say, 'Then I'm relieved to be a ghost!' ’。 】

Hm.

The head of the house and I have given way to you and the white-haired witch.

[I think I gave up the pharmacist's gentleness to the chief.] 】

Isn't that what it should be, the housekeeper thinks about the head of the house?

[Your thinking is always different, the head of the house has to serve the public.] 】

So he's going through the torment on your behalf, right?

[Well, probably. 】

Forehead.

Probably.

I bowed my head.

Ponder.

Probably.

For the head of the dormitory, the cold dormitory is the torment.

Hm.

What do the people around me think of each other in their hearts?

Maybe I really don't know much about it.

The torment in the eyes of the white-haired witch who slept in the classroom for three months.