The schedule was exactly the same as going to school, and she didn't have to deal with that terrible family all the time, and Serra had no objection.

There weren't many ladies who practiced here, and she passed by a few piano and dance studios and saw some fresh faces.

It looks like anyone can come here with enough money.

"This is the restaurant, and it's where you learn the etiquette of eating."

Two rows of long tables large enough to accommodate forty people facing each other, like a communal cafeteria.

"This matter is in the corporal punishment room, and girls who have made a big mistake will be locked up here to think about it."

A dark room with no light except for a black leather sofa.

"This is the teacher's office, if you need to take time off for something, you can come here to me, normally, you can take a day off at home, seven days a week."

In the office area, which is surrounded by bright windows on three sides, several ladies are standing around a slender man with a slender back, his silver hair that almost falls to the tail is particularly eye-catching in the wood-colored room.

Serrat paused, staring at the familiar figure without blinking.

Bernice also noticed the young man with his back to them, a trace of amazement and admiration rose in his eyes, and his rigid tone softened a little, "I'll take you in to recognize the teacher." ”

She stood in the doorway, knocking on the wooden door with the back of her hand.

"We've got new classmates here."

The gentle and soft voice was completely different from the tone that had just been explained to Serra, and she couldn't help but turn her head to glance at it, and then retracted her gaze.

Also, after all, no one can resist the charm of Losheed.

The five people in the office, including the silver-haired young man, all looked at the girl in the black dress standing by the door.

When he met Roshide again, he was standing in front of him on his legs in khaki trousers, holding a box of small biscuits in his hand, his beige wool vest warmed by the sun, his cold white shirt pressed against his skin, buttoned under the Adam's apple, and his neck was slender.

"This is the new piano teacher, Lochit Cyril."

"This is the dance teacher..."

Bernice's voice was fading away, and Serra looked at Losheed, who was only a few steps away from her, without saying a word, and the people and things around her were gradually fading, leaving only him pleasing to the eye.

Rosid walked up to her with a box of biscuits, and he bowed his head slightly, holding out his clean, mermaid-like hand to her.

"Hello, Miss Serra."

It's like a beautiful voice of singing, so familiar.

Sierra reached out as well, and as she clasped his hands together, she felt his fingers tighten.

"You know my name." She asked with a smile.

"Understood." Lohid quickly let go of his hand, and the scale was detached, and the previous state of estrus at every turn in the dream was simply two extremes.

Serra was intrigued by his pretending not to know him, and she simply pretended to be unfamiliar, looked away from him, and walked up to the other teachers to greet them one by one.

The polite attitude and ladylike demeanor made it impossible to find fault with several teachers.

"You look very cultured."

"Thank you."

"Alright Serra, now come with me to the classroom, let's recognize your new classmates." Bernice called her at the door.

As he continued to ignore Lossic as he passed past him, Serra heard the teachers whispering invitations to dinner.

As for whether he said yes or not, she didn't hear clearly, the gaze staring at her back was quite scorching, and she didn't disappear until she left around the corner.

It was not yet noon, and a language class was taking place in the classroom, learning the Sunderland language.

The class was interrupted by Serra's arrival, and there were fifteen tables in total, and she generously introduced herself to the new faces.

The daughter of an earl's family came here to attend class, and many girls were surprised, most of them were only from wealthy families who had come in with a lot of money, and had little contact with the nobles with titles, let alone a young lady from Leicestershire.

For a while, the atmosphere in the classroom was stiff.

Serra spotted an empty desk at the back and sat down, and as soon as her ass hit the chair, Bernice placed two sets of clothes she had just brought in to her desk.

"After troublesome Miss Sierra in school, she will wear the same uniform as her classmates."

Serra looked at the girls sitting in front of her, and saw that they were all black skirts, with a row of black buttons on their chests that were buttoned directly to their necks, and a lace collar blooming around them.

"Why?" How she felt like it was more like going to jail.

"In order to prevent the appearance of a comparison heart."

It's really rigorous.

"Okay, let's get familiar with the class here today, I believe you will be proficient in the Sunderland language class."

Bernice settled her in, gave her a set of textbooks, and left.

The Sunderland language is indeed familiar to Serra's memory, which is the same as her muscle memory and ability to ride a horse, all of which are skills left to her by the previous 'Serra'.

Not particularly proficient, but able to keep up.

She honestly finished a class in her new environment, and when the meal was the only time to relax, a dozen girls found their playmates and left side by side, and none of them greeted Serra.

It was a little harder than she thought.

She stood up silently, and was the last to walk out of the classroom, slowly walking towards the big dining room.

Passing by the piano room, the closed door suddenly opened, and Serra's figure shook, and she was dragged in by the hand that came out of it.

Roshide took her by the back and tucked her into his arms, then let out a charming sigh.

"It's me."

Of course I knew it was him, who else could there be.

Serra's face was buried in a wool vest, and his heart fluttered, rubbing against her face through his clothes.

These inhuman creatures really don't realize how terrifying their power really is.

Excited, Losed probably wanted to strangle her in his arms and drag her back to the bottom of the ocean to treasure it.

Enduring the discomfort of having his ribs broken, Sierra pushed Roshide's waist with her left hand, raised her face and said, "Teacher Roshide, do you hug and hug your students like this on the first day you meet them?" ”

"Who's with you is the first day they've met." He didn't hesitate for a moment to reject their strange relationship, and the little distance she pushed away quickly and impenetrable pasted back.

"Lossyd, you hug me lightly." She twisted her body.

Waiting until the hand on his back relaxed, Serra hugged his waist and looked at him with her chin against his chest, "Didn't you just accept other teachers' cookies, and you didn't know me." ”

"I was on a boat reading books for a few days to learn about your world, and the teachers here can't have an intimate relationship with the students," Lossed explains. ”

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