943 Ii51. The dominant girl is bewildered.

"What the hell is going on there... can't you please? even in non-class hours."

Day four of school life.

It started this morning with Arthur, who has rushed into Wangju more hastily than usual.

Mr. Keith hasn't been at work since he instantly moved to Deputy Eric's house, but for some reason, Deputy Eric's mother welcomed me as "Oh, Jeanne," with the eyes of seeing something more and more smiling than ever. After leaving the house with Lieutenant Eric, who is already weak, my brother and mother apologized the other way if I apologized for doing something unsolicited yesterday.... even though it is Deputy Eric who is definitely suffering reputational damage.

But when I see that your mother's eyes were more gentle, I wonder if it's at least misunderstood by your mother. When I told him, "What a good mood your mother was in," Deputy Eric grabbed his head lightly, clouding his words.

After I arrived safely at the school, I went into the school building again as usual to greet my classmates. I went through the hoistway and tried to climb the stairs... and I noticed.

Turning to a familiar voice across the hallway, our teacher Robert was stuffed. The look on the face of the stuffed students, though not so pressing, was even serious in itself. What's more, the student...

"... Amlet?

I overflow from my mouth by accident.

This is Amlet, the second protagonist and my classmate.

She was suing the teacher with a bunch of paper in her hand, letting her little face and short hair jump her hair tip. Style and Arthur turned around where I stopped, but when Amlet found out, "Let's go to the classroom," Style urged us. Arthur moves his standing position from next to mine to hide the style from Amlet. I wonder, after all, if he is being asked about his situation with Amlet by Stayle.

The two of them prompt me, and only my face and my gaze begin to climb the stairs as I follow her. Dr. Robert, who scratches his head like trouble, and her expression, desperately appealing to him, remain shady on both sides. Something went by for a moment wondering if this had happened in the game, but I can't remember it clearly.

"Is something wrong...?

"It's okay. More than that, we should think," They. "

The style, which cuts off the subject in a spurious way, goes up the stairs to suit me. Behind me Arthur nodded at Style's words as he followed me.

Naturally I understand who you mean by the style you include. A medieval looking boy with salacious gray hair, young leafy eyes and adorable hairpins comes to mind. It was just an angry look when I really tried to remember it, but I think you looked the right age yesterday when I checked in the dining room. Dining with Cedric, he was shining a neat, medieval face. The look on Omelette's face was like a maiden in love.

I also heard from Cedric yesterday after my meeting with Chancellor Jilbert, but the response seemed to be quite grasping already. I wonder if he would be able to grasp certainty today.

Right... and then we went up the stairs and went to the classroom. Exchange greetings among students already gathered early.

Yesterday not only the boys but also the girls came to talk to us. Morning, and calling each other names, I really feel like I'm back in school life in my previous life when I talk about what my class is today. Before I got to my seat if I noticed, I was with a woman, and Stayle and Arthur, right next door, had a tight line of bickering with the boys.

Sometimes when a common topic comes up in one or the other, "Ah, me too" or "! Really?" and it seems like Leah fills up that ignoring the boundaries makes each other intrude or screw up into the conversation. It's the kind of socialism I wanted to be able to do in my plain past life. If one student goes to school again after another, the number of people entering the conversation will naturally increase.

In four days, I breathed a quiet sigh of relief wondering if I had become familiar with my class.

"Ahhh... Philip, you...!

A tall, rubbed voice suddenly broke in.

I was just like, "What?" It was not a natural intrusion, but a voice that decided that we might cut the conversation.

Still a few of them talk cute, and a few of them, including me and Arthur, who were there beside them, stop the conversation and turn their eyes. Seeing, one of the girls in my class had brought two friend-like girls to accompany me to the front of the style.... so maybe this...

"... what is it?

After a short time, the style looks back at each body without changing one expression.

... No, but you definitely know this. Because it's something I'm used to for Style. Was Anna the girl who played with her toes and her toes and twisted her shoulders?

I don't think she was among the girls who came home with us yesterday, but she was an active girl with the same pedigree. Though I'm in full maiden mode now.

"Hey, I'm on my lunch break today... I need to talk to you about something. Back of the school building, come... will you? Hopefully, … alone"

Confessions.

I don't know what to do, I've never seen a confession call for a school object in my previous life or in this world.

The call and lighting like painted on the picture is so initial and cute. I feel itchy and burned even to the point where I'm watching. I respect that you're a fourteen-year-old girl and you're so aggressive about confessing from yourself. I had no such courage at all.... or events like that have been too remote so far, including in previous lives. Is the only flower about having it mouthed on my cheek for a moment with Leon as my fiancée and shortly after the dissolution of my engagement?... This kid is definitely more maiden than me at nineteen.

Thinking about that when he was drunk by the pink atmosphere in front of him, Style gently pressed the black edge of his glasses with his fingertips. Stayle opens her mouth sarcastically to the girl who leans her face bright red as if now was the time to wait for a reply to her confession.

"I'm sorry. I already have a lunch break with a friend from the High Department."

"! Just a little bit. I'll never let you have time. After school... Tomorrow or something!

"Okay. But if I'm going alone, could you at least come with me? Regardless of the relatives, I can't believe I'm alone with an urban woman because it's bad for someone important to wait in my hometown.

Packern.

... Yeah, I heard you. Now the sound of the heart shattering rather than the hallucination is clear

Anna was completely frozen in the style she gave back with a grin and a cool smile.

She's not the only one. The accompanying girl, and sometime around us, the whole class was experiencing extreme cold.

Hi-no! and lined up next to me one step for Arthur to pull in the cold breeze that made me want to scream the most. Looking sideways, I could tell Arthur's face was silent and without having to hear him say, "Eggs."

Another woman's appeal is too eggy to the gentle refusal to lose and devour a girl who had an appointment for lunch break.

"Huh... important... people...?

"Yes. In my hometown. She's a very important girl, she thinks like a family."

"... not Jeanne...?

"No. She's a cute younger girl with golden hair. Blood is not connected, but it is as important as family."

That's Tiara, right?

I'm not lying, though! I'm not lying at all, but I'm sure Tiara and I have no blood connections, and it's like a family, or a perfect family itself, but...

Boulder mastermind style. You're misleading me much better than I am without lying. If a kid who knows nothing hears about it, all he can hear is that 100 out of 100 people have a lover on Stayle. Besides, it's showing off in a way that we're used to, and we're familiar with these styles in the social world and in ceremonies.

Stayle has already been popular with women since she was adopted. He's a beautiful man even if he pulls out a filter called Royalty, and now naturally the style of substantial age is highly popular with women in both the social world and ceremonies. A girl's confession event flag would be a familiar thing for Style, who had long been raging appeals from the lady and princesses of other countries before she found out I had made him a candidate for fiancee. She has always maintained good relations with many royal aristocrats, while maintaining a line with women in order to concentrate on studying the next Regent. The brother of the boulder hottie king sister Tiara.

"And..."

Style continues his words without breaking his grinning smile and pretending not to notice the girl being ice pickled in shock.

I'm not going to do any more mental damage to the girl who showed favor with me, am I? I tried to grab my arm for a moment to stop it, but I definitely feel stubborn when I get out here as a girl.

I entrust everything to Arthur, who reaches out to Style's shoulder to stop him at the same time as I do. But by the time Arthur grabbed his shoulder, Style had already released the next word.

"It's not Jeanne, is it? Jeanne is not my type."

[incomprehensible]

... something like I've heard so much about it.

I inadvertently hold my breath and indulge in exploring my memory. Very recently... or yesterday. I didn't think Stayle would imitate my excuses here either.

With that in mind, the style that was pointing a smile at Anna slowly moved only her neck. Gugu...... and the twitching face angle is directed at me from the girl who confessed her death.... That, wait. I can see some kind of black hegemony, but...

"Right?...... Jeanne"

He's angry. He's angry.

From the blackened grin of the style, I could even feel my anger. Why are you suddenly angry at me for not speaking in this room?

I turn my voice up and down my shoulder too, saying "yes" to the scared smile of the style I haven't seen in too long. When I was scared and half-step back, a girl nearby held me in her arms to shelter me. I mean, even Anna, who confessed to Stayle, is blue-faced, and I definitely don't feel like I'm freezing to shatter the dreams of every girl on this scene!

Then Arthur, who grabbed Stile's shoulder, hit Bokan lightly in the head on the spot. Style stares right at Arthur as he rounds his eyes at the sudden shock holding his own head. But Arthur had already scolded Steele, so he ended up turning away so that Steele would swell more.

Just then, the first pre-bell bell rang.

The bell sounds so scary in a quiet classroom. At the same time, everyone's time finally moved when teacher Dr. Robert walked in and called for a seat.... Shit. I couldn't go scouting for another class before class again in the morning.

Get to your usual seat in the form of the style being pulled back neck by Arthur.

"Phew... Philip, it's okay...? Sorry, maybe I don't have to be angry about yesterday..."

"No.... sorry, it's nothing. … with"

What do you mean, "with"?

Stiles depressing with their combined fingertips against their foreheads still leave a puffy black sign. They haven't cured me of irritability or something yet. I knew he was angry at me for what he said yesterday. Naturally, I haven't even apologized properly yet.

"... Um, now, but I'm sorry about yesterday. I've been really rude to both of you."

He gently strokes the head of the tilt during the teacher's absence confirmation as he also turns his eyes to Arthur and apologizes.

The sarcastic dark hair is beautiful without having to be done, but still strokes it repeatedly along the hair stream over and over again. Then he calmed down a little, too, and only the signs of fear disappeared.... although I could only hear the bumps and the biting voice "What are you going to do with being a child to your head..." Did you also hate being caressed like a child?

From next door opposite, I heard a long and deep sigh from Arthur.

Arthur, holding his head with both hands and ramming it to his desk, exhales and then raises his face like it was switched on. Too much momentum, Arthur, whose silver-edge glasses were hanging off, once he held the glasses crawl with both hands, peered into the style next to me, trying to be frontal from his desk. I give him a face that was leaning down, also noticing the signs of Arthur.

"Come for a little while when it's limited."

Second limit. In elective classes for men and women, boys move classrooms. Captain Alan is watching over me from before the end of the first limit until the end of the second limit because only at this time will I be alone with the woman.

Style nodded silently, also with his eyebrows centered, to the assertion that he just said he needed to talk about something.

It seems Arthur also realizes why Style is angry or something.... I'm so sorry that I've known Stayle longer.

Style then made his way to the moving classroom so that he could be pulled over by Arthur really soon after the limit was over, … and came back bright red in the face after the limit was over. And for some reason, Arthur turns away when he meets me.

Style, who got weird, apologized to me for some reason at the opening when he came back to me and said, "I'm sorry......" What's the matter with you? Even though I heard it, I covered my bright red face with my hands again, and I didn't even sit in my seat and it was a bar.

"... I just realized that what I did was so childish, frivolous, and pointless on top of eight hits..."

Style, who had gotten so grumpy from the gap in his finger covering his face, had gone straight to apologize for scaring Anna.

His back, which is usually pinned, was pretty round now.