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The goldfinch pushed open the door to the laboratory—

Hit, a somewhat maverick girl in the technical department, is rumored to be the one who barely attends classes and only tinkers with her own experiments in the laboratory, and is known as the second only to the Goldfinch in indifference.

However, she is also a genius in the technical department, and has been appreciated by many professors - although, when many praise her, they will be full of regret for the reality of her staying in the technical department.

"Alas - this girl's talent is very good, and her ability to be independent is rare for more than ten years, but it's a pity that ......"

It turned out to be in a school department like the Technology Department, which had been "abandoned".

Such a person, a separate meeting with the Golden Finch, seems to be expected as a big play.

But.

When the lab door was opened, the goldfinch saw ......

The genius of the technical department, named Hit, arranged the chairs in the laboratory in a row, and then lay on them......

Fell asleep.

......

【②】

When the goldfinch saw this, he did not wake her up, but closed the door with his backhand, and walked towards the laboratory, his eyes skimming over the empty laboratory table, and, in stark contrast to those of Hit.

The spherical bottle sits on a metal shelf, and the pale blue liquid inside is like a spring, crystal clear.

The sun shines and glows coldly.

After watching quietly for a while, Hitt woke up, she frowned at first, opened and closed her eyes, and repeated several times before she opened them completely: "You are here...... Primo is so slow. ”

If Primo had heard this, he would have vomited three liters of blood...... What did this girl think of him, a man of theory and poor physique?

The goldfinch's eyes still fell on the liquid: "Does your family know that you are doing this?" ”

"They don't care what the garbage does. Hitt pouted, not very interested in the subject.

"It can be used as a result of pharmacy. Goldfinch didn't intend to let go of the topic, "Are you not very interested, or are you ...... No one supported it. ”

Her words caused a lot of explosive things.

Genius that no one is behind – seems to be a headline-style thing in itself.

......

"Tsk, Theresa the Goldfinch is it. Hitt thought for a moment and rubbed his head.

The goldfinch didn't speak, and his eyes fell on her.

"What is the news from before...... "Hit," said Hit, "you are Syris's daughter." Then it should have a good relationship with Fang Suo. ”

Fonso Santa Fes, a Santa Fes who was close to Celis Santa Fes.

"So what. The goldfinch raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A lot of people are lamenting him and that he didn't deserve to die - to be honest, I thought you would be a very interesting person, but I didn't expect you to be the same as they thought. Hitt straightened up, shook his short, neutral hair, and a few glimmers of cold light in his silver eyes—as if to reflect a bit of irony, "but really, I always thought your father would be my poor grandfather...... This. ”

......

The Golden Finch didn't speak, but the situation could be said to change in an instant—behind her, a golden vortex appeared suddenly, as did the muzzle of the alchemy machinery that emerged from it.

They are like the alchemy machines behind Hester in the first place, unexpected and shocking.

So Hit, who had said the wrong thing, was pointed at dozens of guns she summoned.

"Don't talk nonsense. There was no anger in Goldfinch's tone, which was different from the usual appearance when he erupted in indifference, but it was even more shocking.

The bangs on Hit's forehead slightly covered her eyes, and only the lower half of her face could be seen, and in this somewhat dull atmosphere, she suddenly grinned-

Showing his tiger fangs.

"Hush. ”

【③】

The teaching building of the technical department has always been as quiet as a chicken, but in one of the laboratories, something terrible happened-

The goldfinch's hair was blown back, and at this time it had just fallen, and it fell back to his shoulder.

In her eyes, the pale golden pupils shrank slightly—reflecting a portion of silvery-white metal.

A much larger gun than the one the Golden Finch had ever used—a cannon thing, at her.

A stone's throw away.

The silvery white cold light, and the coldness and oppression conveyed from it.

"Xuemei's personality is really bad-" Hitt seemed casual, his tone couldn't be said to be aggressive, but it made it a little difficult to breathe, "didn't he just say a casual word." If you don't want to hear it, you can solve it by force...... However, there is probably a saying...... Someone else, huh?"

It's good to live so long to have today.

The goldfinch was silent.

"Coincidentally, I don't really like to hear what you just said. ”

【④】

When I came out of the technical department, it was probably what happened......

Is there five minutes?

I think there is.

Goldfinch thought so, but no one thought about how she was feeling at this time.

"I should have thought that I could be valued by Jessica. She was about to walk out of the school building when she spoke in a voice that no one could hear but herself.

Who was Jessica, a man called a professor of professors—one of the very few people who had survived the catastrophe that had befallen Anlimon.

Such a man did not even have any interest in Schul - but he was very interested in Hit, the queen of Santa Fes.

Being able to make such an alchemical device at this age may be the answer.

What do you don't want to hear......

Family?

......

"Hey. The goldfinch was still thinking about something, when suddenly he heard a somewhat cool voice.

The voice......

The Plantagenet knew it was a little short since the last time she heard it.

Then she saw that the girl named Joan appeared in her sight.

"What's the matter. The Plantage, not knowing what mood it was, looked at her.

She didn't have a deep impression of this girl.

"Goldfinch—Teresa?" Joan walked towards her, still wearing the training clothes she wore from her recent match with Shure.

Joan was mediocre-looking, but she was half a pound or two compared to the Golden Finch—oh, it didn't seem to mean anything to say that.

......

The goldfinch suddenly remembered that Jolina had said something uninteresting to her before.

Gossip......

Scramble......

"......" The golden finch didn't want to think about it anymore, and rarely made such a gesture as holding his forehead, and then rubbed his eyebrows, "You...... What's the matter. ”

She has mixed feelings right now.

And it's not good that the guns I carried seemed to ......

Just ......

Damn it.

......

Hmmm——!

So the most tiring thing happened for the Plantage, and she was grabbed by the other party's shoulders - Joan's movements were so fast that she barely had time to react or dodge.

Especially when there are no weapons.

"I want to talk to you......," Joan said coldly, "leave him." ”

......

Damn it.