Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

"Hey, what is it? It's my pleasure. You can do better than Nicoden. I can't believe Leah."

Chris said it like it was out there. But Nico ignored it.

Okay, well, let's see if we can get a hold of him.

"No."

"Try me."

I pointed to the paper and pencil on the table.

"Already. You just have to call. Why are you doing this to such a little girl..."

Chris said bump, but started writing.

"Ah, I, uh-huh. Look, it's all bullshit. Oh, and."

"Shit."

"What?"

"Eh, isn't it wrong?"

"Neither is good!

Nico spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

Europe and America. Looking up at Dr. Oz next door, the edge of his mouth is tingling. I get it. I get it. You didn't even know Nico until the other day, did you?

"The only thing wrong is the little one. It has to be decent in places like that."

"What the hell!

Oops, not good. Chris is going to flip his desk. Both the maids and escorts that followed Chris went into alert.

"Ah, well, we're going to play the game"

That's where my dumb voice broke in. No. That's a pretty voice.

"Games?"

"Games?"

The two turned around at the same time.

"Najjo, it's" Shake it down "."

"Dear Lilia, what is that like?

To do this quickly, we need the power of Dr. Oz, who has just asked the question.

"Yummy, full, let the 'eh' blush go"

"Hmm. Like the one that Master Lilia did?

This one is better. Dr. Oz remembers well too.

"In the wrong 'eh', the real 'eh'."

"Got it!

Nico screamed.

"It's a long way to go with the" eh "of the real thing!

"That's right!

Correct. I was no good to Dr. Oz.

"You're wearing a lot of different 'eh' things."

"Is that what you mean? Well, that would be nice."

It takes time to write that it's us. Ask Dr. Oz to write it too.

"In the meantime, Kurishi-kun, Kurishi-kun"

"There's no such thing as a garlic."

"Kurishu. It's a mushroom."

I thought the game might not be over in one go. Chris softened.

"There's no other way."

"I'll do it."

"Oh, yeah."

But Chris had such a bad handwriting.

"Something that doesn't fit into reading. I don't care."

Sounds like that kind of doctrine. If you're five, maybe that's still okay. But even though the prince is properly made because of this, isn't it difficult for the study partner to do this?

What about me? Of course, I can read it. But I'm not going to be forced to write because my hands still don't move as I think they do. Of course, I practice writing letters, but I often paint one way or another. Nico and Dr. Oz are asking me if that's okay.

Dr. Oz immediately understood the game I said I wanted to play.

"You just have to mix the right 'eh' and the otherwise 'eh' and keep it on the ground"

"Aye."

The three of us are excited to see the paper lined up that way. The correct "eh" contains three pieces.

"So this is the wrong 'eh' This is the right 'eh'. Find the right 'eh'. Okay, here we go!

As Nico popped out like a shrug of wind, he quickly took two, and Chris took one of the right ones, even though he was lost for a moment.

We are both proud to show Dr. Oz the paper.

"Dear Christine, which hand do you draw the last line of 'eh'"

"Uh, the hand that takes the orange"

"Orange? Well, fine. You're right. Let's remember it as a hand picking oranges. So let's write it down once and do it again"

"Yes!"

Chris replies honestly and writes "eh" further. Chris seems happy, but he was impressed with Dr. Oz as well. Isn't that a good idea?

Nevertheless. I thought it was strange. Apparently, I've only moved about two steps.

"Leah......"

If you look so sorry, why don't you just leave me one? If this happens.

"Ru Ru Kak"

"Leah, aren't you sloppy?"

"It wasn't sloppy! It was sloppier to stay in!

Nico looked at the two in both hands and gave me one. I stepped on my feet more and more.

"Ji Bun! I want to go!

"Oh, oh, yeah"

Nico gives me a head like I'm in trouble. That is fine, but this is a battle.

"Tori, I'm alone! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Nico and Chris are thinking a little.

"Well, then."

"Perhaps."

"Be damned!

I exhaled my nose. Now I need Natalie and the others to help me put the paper back down.

"So, WWII! Begin!"

With Dr. Oz's voice, Nico ran out to the other side, took the deepest "eh" and went to show it to the teacher. Next is Chris. In the meantime, I slowly secured "eh" and finally went to show it to my teacher.

"Yes, Master Lilia has passed as well"

"Aye!"

I went to show Natalie the paper as well.

"Master Leah, I'm glad you could take it this time!

"Aye!"

Satisfactory. Hans is next.

"Good, take it right"

"Aye!"

Naturally.

In this way, Chris gradually ended up running around in the morning, using the power of his five-year-old to hail Nico. I was always the last, but it was a lot of fun.

At lunch, your father and Felicia picked you up. Felicia, who looked at the floor leaving the paper scattered and was about to fall, was a little funny. I have no choice.

"So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so!

"Begin!"

Nico and Chris began to move like conditional reflexes as Dr. Oz spoke to me in a good way. I'll pick it up, too. One, two, three, one fell, so another.

Is that it? No more? I was tempted.

"Ria..."

"Leah......"

"Buffo"

Apparently, Nico and Chris collected the rest. I think it was Hans who accidentally erupted, but why does your father look somewhat subtle, too?

"Oh, it was a lot"

When I said that and handed it to Dr. Oz, Dr. Oz smiled very well,

"Good luck, Master Lilia"

and praised me. Dr. Oz is becoming a pretty discerning person. We each headed to lunch and when I came back I seemed to be already tired and asleep and later Chris got mad at me for why I fell asleep. I can't solve it.