64 64, Curse, third-year student at Guillagira

Our Nabiku Spring, Curse became a third grader.

Odilon and his people decorated their less glamorous debut as the tenth star.

Chiara is almost two years old.

She's a nasty girl walking around the house.

New semester, I'm a pair again, probably everyone else the usual.

"Curse, you'll be glad to be on the same team as me again! You can have a bite of lunch!

"Good morning, Alex. I'm looking forward to lunch. Of course I'm glad to have decided. Where's Alex?

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Do you not envisage the same question coming to you? Cute yam.

He is still Dr. Uneforetto.

"I'm glad you guys are doing well in third grade. Let's stick around and study again today, shall we?

The first hour is Mandarin.

The first Mandarin in third grade is sentence reading.

It is a class that reads scenarios and authors' thoughts using short poems as examples.

Second hour, arithmetic.

"I'm going to do something called calculate today.

It's pretty convenient to be able to do this, so let's do our best.

It was a class to remember on the song.

It's a light melody. It will be easy to remember.

Third hour, magic.

It's still the first class in three years, so Dr. Naum has standard magic test balls available.

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, we can measure up to a hundred for this inspection, so let's stick it out.

After all, all the noblemen are hundreds, and the completely smaller number of civilians is about thirty to eighty.

This is how the twitching opens up the difference, and I guess there are differences in talent, but there are also huge differences in the environment and effort.

When I got hungry recently, I started to lose weight.

I can't wait for lunch.

There has been a slight change in the lunch membership since about the end of two years.

The only thing that makes no difference is:

Pascal, you Ernest. A threesome that added Yvonne, a brunette inferior aristocrat, to your senior aristocratic combo.

And the five of us.

There's a difference...

The civilian group has become five. We're down by one, and...

A junior noble six-member group has joined the quartet, mainly Francoise with a blonde vertical roll, to become a ten-member group, and further underneath it a five-member group of civilians follows as if they were working lower.

Is this commonly referred to as a 'princess' state?

We have become a grand faction of fifteen in total, but I wonder how comfortable one lower nobleman is with the other girls in this group, the Civilian Ni.

Should this also be considered a good opportunity to study your relationship with nobility?

Because, normally, civilians don't have junior nobility, they have contacts with senior nobility, and so on.

When we were a year old, we were all a close enough group to do wolf tricks and gob pulls.

That has also disappeared since about the second half of two years. Maybe this is some kind of growth, too. It's dreary.

In that condition, but regardless of the five of us, lunch boxes are good!

Steed, your lunch box is full of meat, and Sandra's lunch box is full of vegetables.

Serge, your lunch box has a lot of fruit, and my lunch box has a lot of cereal.

At some point, it became a lunch box for everyone to balance out.

Alex's lunch box is full of fine ingredients and plenty of them, so we can all have a luxurious and balanced meal.

By the way, everyone's lunch is supposed to be in the magic pipe bank right in the morning and taken out at noon.

Sounds like a refrigerator by magic.

So far, there have been no cases of missing lunches or contents being eaten.

Of course it was never rotten.

Peace is good.

I hope this peace goes on forever.