922 II35. The dominant girl overdoes it.

"Um, Doctor. So... I'm cool."

During the lunch break, feeling slightly hungry, Pride rounded his shoulders in the staff room and leaned down.

Teachers and lecturers gathered after class, "If it's a key to an empty upstairs classroom, it's there." "The key to the library is." "Students want to borrow a book for materials." "I don't know. Trouble if it's lost or tainted," he exchanges information.

"Should I put the materials here?" "No, I didn't hit her, I just hit her in the fist." "The girls told me to talk to her again." "Doctor, I didn't know what class I was in earlier." "Window vitreous compensation." "It's not me." "There's another student on the way to the high department." "This one's been down since the morning!" "A student has been on the run since this morning." "A student from the High Department leaves early today at work." Q&A exchanges.

Style and Arthur, who are always beside us, are now waiting in the hallway. It was impossible for them to accompany Pride to a one-on-one place with teachers on a boulder.

I'm still waiting and apologizing for pride coming out in the hallway with my liver cooler than my belly. Powell, who rendezvoused in the crossing hall before going to the staff room, was now in line with the Stayles.

Since it's been longer than expected, they've already figured it out a lot when they meet today that it looks like they should eat in close proximity.

"But, Jeanne. Your academic achievement is the best in the middle department as well as in the high department. As I explained now, there is a" flying class ”in the school system. You're bored in middle class, aren't you?

No, the pride cracked at the end of his mouth as it clouded......

Robert, who is responsible for throwing at individuals rather than all students, is now crushing some words. More reminiscent than the royal teachers of this world, Pride, reminiscent of the school teachers of the previous life, naturally has power in his shoulders as well.

Flying class system. It is one of the things I devised myself when I thought about how Jill Bale and the school work. Flying students whose grades clearly excel and advancing them to the academic grade they deserve.

I had no idea I was going to be the first person to fit into it, neither did she or I think when I devised it. But it was only natural for a teacher to judge her, who even exceeded the academic scope of the Higher Department, at least to the Higher Department, not the Middle Department.

And as a pride, you can't just leave Style or Arthur without wanting to stand out any more. Further, if an attacker is gathered in the middle and Cloy or Amlet are present in the same grade, the advancement will be of no benefit to Pride.

"Sure, you may find it tempting that you're just older, but wasting your academic achievement in the corner..."

Due to his/her consent system, teachers cannot be forced to fly.

But I also noticed as a teacher that I would retain students with great academic qualities at the secondary level. In fact, I don't even think the girl in front of me is a nineteen-year-old princess with the best education in the country.

Nor did Pride expect to be so enthusiastically invited by teachers. I was just thinking of it as something that would end with "Fine" and "Well." Turn your brilliant brains around to see how teachers can convince you. In the meantime, teachers kept trying sincerely to subdue their pride with teachers.

The knight, looking at the condition in the staff room in a position unnoticed by her as well, quietly paid for his forehead with his fingertips.

... Dear Pride.

I heard about it yesterday, but I didn't know that was it.

The column watched how it looked in an indescribable way. The column, invited as a special lecturer for the Knight, came after a quick one-class look at the men of the year in the High Ministry with two limitations.

Shortly after visiting the school, I heard from Alan that Pride had been summoned to the staff room, but I didn't expect to see the First Princess being persuaded by teachers here.

I've never seen a column persuade me to cut her open like this, even if she can be praised by a teacher for her excellence in academia. Besides, when I see teachers advancing to pride start preaching, "This is a corner opportunity," and "The school is only about schooling and the future..." I can't resist both sides.

While the first princess of the school founder, who is being persuaded by teachers, even seems pitiful to the princess that the teacher is solving what school is. The column advised him that if he knew the truth, he would become irreversible. Even if you hear it in the column's ear, it is extra because the teacher's statement is one that is seriously about pride.

I also wondered if I should go in between and get it done in my voice mail, at that time.

"... Um, Dr. Robert"

Pride opened his mouth with a snack.

Put your fingers together and hold down your own chest. He raised his bent face slightly and peered at the teacher upwards.

You understand me? And to the teacher returning, Pride made the words as he drew his mouth as it seemed difficult to say. With the brilliant head of a working rasbos of evil wisdom, the escape speech was assembled.

"Thank you for your concern. But I, I still prefer the middle two years now. Studying can be done on its own as it is, and there are a lot of things you want to learn from scratch, besides seating. And most importantly, the reason I wanted to go to school..."

Slowly, word for word, be aware of attitudes that take care to appear year-to-year in a soft tone.

So not only the teacher but also the column cleared his ears to the pride of saying it once. If you think about how the hell she decided she should get through this place, the continuation of the words she stopped was said out of her mouth in such a bitter and disgraceful voice.

"To make a lover the same age."

Gohoo! Gohoo! Gohoo!

The column blew out and swallowed in reverse in an attempt to indulge.

It's not just the column. Teachers and students whose stories were in their ears peeled off, and students who were helped to carry the materials collapsed the mountain and looked back.

Go-ho, go-ha... and cover your mouth as much as you can with force and shrink with your rounded back to the extreme. Even though he had originally lurked, when he was noticed that he had reacted so much, the column desperately killed the sound. Holding his breath and unaware of the struggles of the knight instructor, whose face is blushing due to lack of acid, Pride folds further into the teacher.

"My grandfather's eyes were tight at home. The house is in the mountains, and everyone around me is much older than me except my relatives, and I rarely see a man my age. But I'm really good the same age. You can't even stay in love for the rest of your life!

"What about the two relatives? Jack and Philip can get married if they're related."

"You two are not my taste."

To the pride of cutting back on the Zuppery with the dialogue he was deciding, the column was seriously about to suffer acid deprivation.

But if I take in half the air here, I'll cough up and choke back again and I'll desperately chill my head. I understand that Pride is a lie to flatter teachers, but I sincerely hope that neither of them has listened to the unforgiving words to the real fiancée candidate. The teacher listening to Pride, approximating a column that would cause him to wiggle his shoulders as a pull without any more, returned the words at first sight: "Oh, well..."

"I think we're both pretty good guys... but if those two can't do it, can we really find them the same age?

"I don't know. So, including that, I want to find someone nice the same year and fall in love by graduation."

Totally trying to push it off anyway, Pride grips both fists with much more force.

I'm serious about looking! and keep playing the girl who is only in love with her at all costs. Even in my previous life, when I was in middle school, I remembered that there were many carnivorous girls who were only more interested in handsome and in love than in studying. In their previous lives, their statements were also ample reason to keep going to school.

Such a statement of pride sounds more and more interesting to the usual column of knowing her. Now I endured laughter by turning away and looking out the window. I think in the corner of his head that he is a real serious teacher to a teacher who also normally answers the idea of too much romantic supremacy.

Okay, it's good enough, looking for a lover rather than studying. In fact, teachers finally give up when students like that know that there are a certain number of facts, especially in certain grades. Though I think from the bottom of my heart that there is a brainchild in the corner, I also think it would be pathetic if there was remorse in the life of the corner for it. If looking for a lover is more personal than studying, I can't help it. I think that growing up in the mountains would be a serious problem for her, both in love and looking for an abalone son-in-law.

"Because... what kind of man do you prefer?

Robert, a teacher with kindness, asks if I would tell him if he was in another class.

Pride put his gaze on the universe just a little bit to teachers who were too distracted and whose language kept crushing. Hmm, and I think it's a good idea to find someone wherever I can, and I pick them out.

"... if you're a nice, well-dressed prince or knight, like in a story"

"Give that up now"

You can go now, sighed in disgust, and Robert waved.

"Excuse me," Pride said, grinning at the reaction as expected, bowing his head and leaving willingly. As soon as I went out into the hallway, I said, "Sorry to keep you waiting!" Apologizing to the three of you who waited for me, Pride bounced his chest with the peace of mind that it was now time to get through without a problem.... alone in the staff room, unaware of the choking column.

I was wondering if Pride actually enjoys pretending to be a common man. The column really thought so.