Second hour, arithmetic.
For some reason Principal Yellow came.
"Gentlemen, I'm Dr. Uneforeto, but I think I'm sick. So I'll give you a class.
Let's sing a math song together. That's two steps today.
[incomprehensible]
Four garlic
Six people.
Eight from the
The juice of the smell
Carrots are at twelve.
Nina is fourteen.
Nipper sixteen times.
Garlic XVIII Kilom '
Goro is bad but the melody is light.
Great class, knocking ninety-nine into your body by learning the sound and words first, even if you don't know what it means.
"Come on, folks, you see there's two more numbers, right?
How many more steps will the two steps increase, then the three steps increase?
Yes, Mr. Desnos.
"Oh, uh, I don't know..."
"That's too bad, then, Mr. Mullis. Answer me.
"Yes, I think three at a time.
"Excellent! Correct. You understand very well. Could you possibly understand the fourth step?
"Yes, I still think four more at a time.
"Excellent! Yes, it is.
The convenience of the calculation is that the three steps increase by three, and the four steps increase by four.
If you knew this, you'd know every step of it.
I know it's obvious if you ask me, but it would be hard to say this to civilian Silvita Desnos all of a sudden.
Thinking about that,
"Martin, you're thinking of something else!? How many eight do you call three times?
"Yes, twenty-four. Youth."
"Yeah? Correct, but what's wrong with your youth?
"No, it's nothing. For some reason, it came out of my mouth.
"Fine. You were right, so let's not ask.
All right, gentlemen! Youth is a fantasy. It is only by living that we can taste our youth.
You are allowed to think that it was only for what you lived so hard now that that was youth later on.
You don't have the right to taste youth for kids who don't focus on class!
You got it, Martin?
"Yes, I'm sorry.
I'm still crazy.
There's got to be some kind of adolescent disease. No.
Sure, if you're cook two sick, you've heard of it, but is it the same kind?
Next up is Dr. Natalie Naum's magic class.
"Let's do an unusual cobolt hunt in class today.
Rules, but there are two hunters, and everyone else is Cobolt. And instead of the ball, use water droplets (all squirting).
But don't hit it directly. Let's put it up high with the intention of putting it over your head. Drop it from there and guess what.
This rule doesn't hit the inside, so the hunters have a lot of ideas, right? It's tough, isn't it?
Then the first hunters are you, Martin, and you, Daquitaine.
Here we go! "
If I wanted to do operational time, Pascal, you'd already gone.
Even though it seems difficult not to cooperate.
I don't have a choice, let's fit it on our own here.
Supporting your runaway companions in the shadows, this is also youth.
Pascal, you seem to be after Françoise.
I see, the more you aim at her, someone around you is going to hit you on your own.
Then I'll try to aim as well.
Again, because of the density of faction people, I and you, Pascal, were surprisingly able to take a light turn.
The next hunters are Françoise, the junior noblemen of your faction, Sitapano and Tesitar.
Then they're targeting civilians from these two same factions, and they're not trying to avoid them.
Wouldn't this be a play?
And dare not take turns, civilian Ihenna, and you, Kasomeen, became the hunter.
Then again, I don't know what's going on, I don't target these two Francoise factions at all,
We're only after the five of us or Pascal, you three.
That can't be a hit.
All eight of these men are noble, which means they have better physical abilities and magic.
It's not sweet enough to be guessed without ingenuity.
After all, he couldn't hit it after the second half of the class and was forced to end it by Dr. Naum.
It was kind of a bad aftertaste class.
Let's have lunch and get back on track.
That must also be another page of youth.