Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

When I returned to the classroom, I felt the gaze from my classmates once in a while, but never mind, I headed to my seat.

It's only been two months since I advanced to second grade. Halfway through the transfer, the first limit class is world history. The sky visible through the windows is blue and clear, classmates unfamiliar to the classroom. I don't know, it's already the fourth time I've felt this situation this way.

But if I think about it, my current age is 17, so I guess my mental age is 20... You've grown a lot older at some point.

When I got to my seat, Esther, sitting in my front seat, looked back and spoke to me. Turn around. Take the class.

Happy or unhappy, Esther's seat is right in front of me. This seating order was very helpful the first time we were abusing it, and the third time we got along.

But for the second time, and this time, I was hoping she wasn't in this seat... well, there's no way it's going to change.

"Mr. Wellbellsley, I'm sorry about earlier. Actually, I'm still not sure why you were so angry..."

I take my hands in front of my mouth with a sadly shaped frown, and I look at this one with a mundane uplift.

It's kind of a strangely angry move.

"You don't understand, but you're in trouble to apologize. Why don't you just look forward to it? I'm in class right now."

"But I, I don't want to have a fight with Mr. Wellbellsley or anything! He wants to get along better. Ooh!

Ignore it.

My head hurts when Esther looks at me by making a grip with both hands and making a small gutsy pose. I won't forget to stare at the little, cute... squeaky boy student next door.

"I'm not going to get along with monkeys. Will you give up?

"Yeah - monkeys are adorable -? But you're going to hate animals, Mr. Wellbellsley - are you the only one?"

"Right. I especially hate loose-headed female monkeys. Just turn around."

"Huh. Scary.... I knew you were angry, Mr. Wellbellsley. But I, I can't lose! I'll make sure you get along with Mr. Wellbellsley at all!

"I told you I wasn't mad at you. I never remembered."

This woman is full of unusual replies. I wonder if it's jammed all over my head.

But such seemed to me that she was trying to get along with a lady who abused herself, shaking in tears around her and healthy.

The boy next door was whining about Esther being an angel... so I'd pretend to take a note from her bag and throw it in the student's face with a lateral throw. My hand slipped, ho ho ho.

Nevertheless, the teacher in charge of the subject hasn't always asked me about this, so I wonder if I should pay attention. We are nobles, but she is a civilian. There will always be no problem with scolding.

"Really, talking to you is giving me a headache."

"Whoa! Are you all right? I'll do it. Shall I do it? Eh heh heh."

"I'm sorry to say no."

And I wonder what this Esther is. Esther has never been so persistently involved with me in a loop before.

When I was abusing him, the rabbit was horny, and even the third time I tried to get along, it didn't come this far.

"Oh... I'd like to go home soon"

Ignoring the noisy Esther, who still can't take her previous seat, I decided to begin my fourth task of writing down the board book.

"Hey, hey, Master Wellbellsley. Um, you have a very nice hair today!

"Yeah, I'm surprised! I can't believe Amelia made that beautiful hair that short!

Time off, I'm not a friend but I'm better friends than I know you... those kids have spoken to me.

I can also see the faces of some of the kids I call my surroundings, but they don't feel friendship at the earliest because they are no longer there to scatter my house down or no or spider children.

Esther, by the way, has been summoned to the student council. By now, my fiancée and I would be fulfilling even fateful encounters.

"Oh, it's an honor to compliment you. Actually, the leaves stuck to my hair, so I cut them."

"Oh, the leaves were just on my hair, are they?

Yeah, 'cause it's not dirty.

"Yeah... but your hair you seem to care so much about..."

"Yeah, but I don't need it anymore, so there's no untraining. I really like your hair today."

It's actually light, easy to move, and it feels like the world has changed.

But in my words, the women around me are uniformly pokernels. After all, would it have been too much to cut my hair because I had leaves on my hair? But honestly, isn't it a big difference from leaving school because the leaves are on your hair?

When my daughter has a blank, she doesn't really know what the standard is? Let's reflect on that later, too.

"Oh, I have business to attend to. May I be excused now?

"Oh, yes!

I don't really have an errand to run, but I can't stand this air.

I decided not to look at my body, which shook me in horror at my inquiry, and I would follow the scene early enough as it was.

Sell them the charm or not, but it doesn't end the same anyway.

"Even as I watched the disturbances in the morning, I thought..."

"Yep..."

"Amelia kind of changed her image, or something..."

"Yes."

"I had a bad personality and a tough spot..."

"Yeah, but I don't think he was until yesterday."

"You're right, you weren't the one who went through that core."

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Yet today Amelia is kind of amazing and ambitious..."

"Well, that's kind of very successful..."

"Savaged or freaked out..."

"... that's cool"

"" "Huh!?

Their conversation never reached the person, but disappeared in the wind.