Ahh

It's better to keep quiet.

The other party is three angry Zhou Yu.

I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.

This is a basic requirement of etiquette.

It's like I just hung out near the school gate during my lunch break.

I saw the first year of junior high school students in the previous part, and I held hands.

It's unbearable.

A man called Mimosa.

Finally broke through the last psychological barrier.

Stretched out his right hand to his girlfriend.

The hands of the two men were clasped together.

Each other burns each other's original sin with the fantasy killer of their broken selves.

My screen went straight to the ground.

I went back to class early.

The head of the dormitory left a note on the table.

[Help me roll call.] 】

Alas...... Helium...... Helium......

It's non-toxic but harmful.

Helium, derived from helios, meaning "sun", was discovered in 1868.

I put my right hand on my cheek.

Drooping eyelids, lazily looking at the classmates in sight.

[Why are you so lazy? 】

Laziness and inactivity and leisure are completely different meanings, and they should not be used indiscriminately.

Hm.

But I.

It's not laziness.

Came empty-handed.

I can't even turn in my homework.

Head of House.

I can't name you anymore.

Because.

I'm going to the penalty station.

I stood up.

The seat popped back.

I, the little man who bullied the miscellaneous fish, looked at the ground and walked out of the classroom in frustration.

The class representative stood still in the aisle behind me and watched me out of the classroom.

Until I walked out of the classroom.

The camera was given to the class representative.

Her solemn expression was very strange.

Looks like a bottle of probiotics.

It’s December。 Our 100th day at the University of Beef Tendon reminded me of Zhou Gong's 100-year-old wine.

Or children's grasp of the week, puzzle ferrule.

In my hand was a glass canned bottle of spicy tempeh that had been brushed clean and empty, and it was also crystal clear.

I just went out for a short walk.

This bottle of hot sauce was divided.

The grocery store is open on the first day.

There were a lot of people cheering.

It is said that you can't eat hot sauce, saying that the hot sauce is sweet, and when you leave, you have to take the bottle away and keep it as a souvenir.

The foreign teacher came to the door of the classroom.

[Why are you standing stupidly, do you have to kick your bag ball into the trash can to advertise the effect.] 】

I blinked.

Walk into the class.

The foreign teacher shouted.

[The ball is in!] 】

It's clear that the two of you are so hard in captivity.

I'm Gagantel.

The foreign teacher stands under the podium and opens the handout.

[The bishop will come later.] 】

He had just gotten up after lunch.

Sure enough, last night's big action was half exhaustive?

If I hadn't slept all night.

Then it is possible to miss today's morning class.

The bishop walked into the classroom.

[We have been inspired by the divine ...... this time]

Bishops, foreign teachers.

Class representative, marker.

Two teachers teach two students in class.

The class representative sat in the position that belonged to the head of the house.

I'm still sitting in my place.

The major I applied for was very unpopular.

The full name is called.

Saint Don Quixote

For the beauties who have been using guerrilla warfare and diverting tigers from the mountains to work hard for me and my bones.

I'm a simple-minded and tenacious Harelujah flannel Gagantel marker.

Naturally, I won't play with them again.

Especially since they actually stole my hot sauce.

I couldn't stand it.

Now, class schedule, did you eat my hot sauce.

[I'm not * back.] 】

Hearing this, the bishop blinked.

[I'm not *positive.] 】

The two of you count each other down.

[Sa! What you say will be presented as evidence for the Templars! 】

I took out the * from the inside of the pencil case, flipped to the back, and looked at the class schedule.

It's a shame that neither of you made it to this morning's cruise.

- We both overslept, Bo~T. ——

Class schedule, don't think you can turn into Voldemort by arching your nose.

- I'm photovoltaic. ——

Oh? Then I am photoelectric.

Let's go out and play.

I rushed out of the classroom.

The timetable and bishop followed.

Only the foreign teachers did not follow suit.

Step up to the podium.

Place the handout on the top of the lectern.

[Students, come out, he didn't find out that you stole his hot sauce. 】

One after another, everyone crawled out from under the table.

[Oh? Why don't I go with them, you ask? Because I'm tired of playing in the morning......]

Voldemort pinched his wand and made a firing sound.

I was beaten to the point that I was crooked, evil and poisonous, and I looked around and hid in Tibet.

- Hey! Hey! Bo~Te, are you ulcering. ——

What? What? I can't hear clearly, I'm a puppet, you keep talking softly, and you still make sounds with air currents.

——Heh~ This is the singer's personal cultivation. ——

Are you singing opera?

Nobody sleeps tonight?

Oh no.

I'm sleepy.

Yes.

- Don't lie down and sleep while talking about sleepiness! ——

No problem, you can whip the corpse.

——good idea。 Arvada! ——

I rolled over.

- Will the dead pig still turn over! ——

Beware of live pigs.

- Well, the living dead! ——

Hum.

That's it.

I'm but, Gaguntel.

The living dead who raise the living dead.

I raised the whole school of zombies!

Ho-ahhahahaha......

Belch.

Uh-huh.

But.

Anyway.

There will be no change in the attributes and HP of the living dead raised on my back by killing me who killed the red-eyed and the living dead who did not kill the red-eyed.