It's all one flower.

Juvenile soldier Morph has a saturated head in a class he took a long time ago.

Yesterday, the four were guided by the principal of the people of the lake, who first stopped by the staff room.

Only the principal and the music teacher lived in the village, and all the other teachers, like [jumping] from Carmensik City, were only about half there.

The fifth and second graders were working on something at their desks.

When I was fucking busy in the morning, I was suddenly pressed against a powerless child of the people, and the two looked blatantly nasty for a moment, but quickly fixed their smiles.

"Welcome"

"For a short time, it's nice to meet you"

They're both female teachers.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt all of a sudden. There are textbooks and stationery. Sorry for the inconvenience, thank you."

Pina greeted everyone firmly, like an adult.

The teachers admire and praise Pina with their mouths.

"That's great."

"I don't think he's a junior high school student. He's solid."

"You're everyone's sister?

"Oh, no, my sister is just this kid. These two are neighbors who have been evacuating with us since the war began, helping mobile broadcasters."

Juvenile soldier Morph had his heart jumped to explain to his "buddy". Stare at the side of the pina like time has stopped. The teachers and the three girls spoke this voice barely from right to left.

How long has it been, everyone moves with their luggage?

Morph returned to me and followed him in haste.

Unlike the Ristover Autonomous Region, the school is a bungalow with primary and secondary schools living together.

I split up with Pina's sisters on the way down the hallway and went into a junior high school classroom. Teaching table in front of the blackboard. This was the same as in the Autonomous Community, and Morph was somewhat relieved.

"Good morning, everyone"

"Good Morning"

There are only four students and all the people of the lake. There is only one boy. The sunburnt face is directed at the pina and morph of the land people in wonder, and at the end he sees his office.

"Yesterday's broadcast, and I'm sure you all already know it, are two of the mobile broadcasters. Just two days today and tomorrow, but I'm going to be learning with you guys."

Four locals open their green eyes and face each other with the guy next door. We just looked into each other's eyes and didn't say anything, and we turned right to the front.

"Teach each other what you don't know and stay close"

"Yes."

The locals replied with a nice face when they did it to the teacher's call.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please bring a spare desk and chair for both of you."

The four of them reply again, and leave without a single disgusting face.

"Me too..."

"You guys are fine. Because it's heavy."

Pina tried to leave her bag on the floor, but she was stopped for duty. The four of them just glanced over their shoulders and left the classroom to go somewhere.

"Then, the sons of this village have only seen the people of the land about a patrol doctor. If they say something about your hair color, don't worry about it."

Morph nodded indescribably.

Four return and place six seats side-by-side.

He shifted the seats he had earlier to the left and right, placing Pina and Morph's seats in the middle.

"Please take time off to introduce yourself. The first hour, then, is society. from the continuation of page 32 of the textbook."

Pina leans over to the desk, spreads the textbook to the border and places it.

Morph hurried out his notes and writing instruments.

The first decent middle school classes were too difficult to identify, morph.

The textbook text is also difficult, and I don't even know where the teacher looks and explains it.

I remember what Captain Solgnac and the old man on the radio taught me, and I managed to get drowsy (here) and listen.

Pina writes something on her notebook with great speed, nodding sometimes to the teacher's story. Beyond that, I found a local guy flickering his green eyes and peeking at them both.

... and you're worried about each other.

Morph also grabbed a pencil because he thought it was a good idea that his notes were white on the boulder, but he didn't know what to write down, his feelings were just in a hurry and his hands didn't even move pickly.

General Unuk Elhaia's name popped out of the teacher's mouth and raised his face from the textbook as a gyao.

Apparently, now, it's an item of history, Hanashi from the time of the Old Kingdom.

Morph consciously pulled out his shoulder and ran his eyes through the textbook.

Pina's face is close. As soon as I noticed, my heart burst out.

... No, no, no. Not in that case now! Study...... you have to study!

Find a word that looks like a nickname and write it down in a few notes. I was desperate to write letters, and now my teacher's voice stopped hearing me.

The chime rings.

I weakened like the curse was broken and became more tired.

"Thank you"

Sent to the voices of the students, the social studies teacher in charge leaves. Morph rolled a pencil over his notebook and exhaled heavily.

"Math next."

Pina shrugs, cleans up society's textbooks, and explores the mess of school bags.

"Math looks like that way"

"Oh, wow."

Off his face to escape the pina, he stuck his hand in a handbag hanging beside his desk.

... Shh, shh, shh, shh?

I was told an unknown subject, but I managed to find something like it and put it on my desk.

"Thanks."

As soon as Pina placed the textbook, she was surrounded by the locals and talked to them in unison.

"Where are you guys from? Oh, it's me, Carlum. For a short time, but nice to meet you."

"It's Mella. Yesterday's song was awesome! Can you tell me, too?

"Can I be taught with you, too?

"Introduce yourself, introduce yourself"

Short-haired women poke her little, and two brackets (kuriku) of women give out their tongues and name their names.

"It's smokewa. Is that a popular song in the city?

"I'm Fuvoya. Are you traveling around all the cities and villages of Nemoralis Island with the announcers all the time?

The last woman in the third edition was named.

Regardless of the song matter, I can't tell if it's something I can answer other questions about.

Morph was already a het in his long class, and he couldn't even remember the names of the four.

All four of them are lake people, and I didn't think I could tell earlier, but if you look closely, the men are alone and the three women have different hairstyles. He's the one with the short hair and brackets in two, and the one with the long three-piece edition hanging on his back.

The guy in the third edition walked away from everyone and erased the blackboard lettering.

... Oh, well. The guy the teacher wrote, should I have copied it?

I noticed now, but it's too late. The blackboard erase erased the chalk's lettering, which I haven't seen in a long time, beautifully and thoroughly.

"It's Pinatifida. Nice to meet you. We, from the city of Zerneau on the island of Nenia, evacuated to the territory of Lacrimalis and returned to Cravel by boat from the king's capital."

"Where is the city of Zerneau?

"The king's capital is the king's capital of Lacrimalis, isn't it?

"You traveled awesome. Are we going to go around Nemoralis Island now?

The locals shine their green eyes and ask Pina questions just like Morph.

The guy in the third edition put out a atlas, and Pina pointed to the city of Zerneau.

From there he moved to Masrina to crawl to Krubnica, where he followed the ancient path of Lesalub through the woods to try to cross the Zakart tunnel at the western end.

The four people of the lake look down at their fingers showing the map and listen as they nod at Pina's description.

"Of all the great people in the city of Dossici, I helped make medicine and they stayed for months"

So the chime rang, and the teacher came in.