The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Bell at the end of the discipline exam, Mia put a pen on her desk.

It was all a difficult issue, but I just did it in Dr. Syllabe's class once on all the issues, and I don't think the major muscles are coming off.

"Collect the paper. Like putting a pen on your desk!

Still, my fingertips are shaking. I've never been so depressed in my life. That might be natural, too. Depending on Mia and her grades, Dr. Syllabe will be expelled from this college and the territory will be confiscated.

Put your hands under your desk and correct your posture, still trembling in small pieces to stifle your mind.

Currently, each examiner was collecting Mia's student answers. Just as I grabbed the answer on the third Mia's desk from behind, I placed it at the top and overlaid my left palm.

(Hmm?)

It was only occasional that I noticed that. If you hadn't seen the examiner's face then, you'd be a weird habit. I would have just thought so.

Both ends of the examiner's mouth pulled me up, and his face was frantically stained.

(Huh!!?)

A unique chill crawls all over Mia's body like countless bugs on her spine.

"Stop!

I grabbed the examiner's left wrist and twisted it up.

"Guh!!?"

Raise your voice upside down and the examiner sprinkles the answer sheet with buttocks on the floor.

I see Mia's answer, which fell to the ground in an aggressive manner, but other than the name, it was blank.

"Shh..."

When you pick up your answer sheet and you're confused,

"Mi, gentlemen! You saw it! The daughter of this traitor wielded violence against me as an examiner and robbed me of the answer!

The examiner stood up vigorously, spreading his arms wide and rolling up.

"Damn, I'm not your lady, and that's violence."

Alan in the next seat pounds his tongue uncomfortably.

with a bright white head. Realizing the fact that Mia's answer was finally blank,

"What did you do to Mia's answer?!?"

Grasping the examiner's chest barn with his right hand, he pulls it in and shakes it again and again.

"Become!? Let go!!"

"What did you do!!?"

I was desperate. If the discipline is even zero, it will be hopeless within Mia's forty. Mia will be expelled and will say goodbye to everyone. Dr. Syllabe will also be gone from this college. I really didn't like that, couldn't wait to forgive her, and Mia rocked the examiner's chest racket over and over again.

"What are you doing, you!?"

They pull me away from my back to Cliff, and they hold me down.

"Get your answers back! You can't go back!!"

Pathetically, tears flowed unfastened as if her tear glands had broken, and Mia continued to scream as if she were a toddler with eclampsia.

Cliff looked down at Mia's answer when she fell to the floor,

"Is that what you mean..."

He sat Mia in a chair whining so much as he gripped his face in agony and struck the examiner when he held his right fist firmly.

Temporarily, a battered examiner pulls out a long sword on his hips, but Dr. Rebecca, who was in the next classroom, rushed to arbitrate for me right away.

Dr. Rebecca then leaves the room in a panic when he can push Mia and Cliff into a private room in the corner of the third floor of the college.

About half an hour later, Dr. Rebecca brings the three teachers back to the room.

I'm just explaining the rush to them right now.

"After the exam, the safe-deposit box containing the answer sheet placed on the top of the lecture deck will be locked by magic implements and will henceforth not be able to be retrieved except by the dean of the college with the key. In other words, any tampering is possible before it is stored in a safe. You're hit. I never dreamed I'd take such an obvious way"

When Dr. Syllabe throws a bunch of material at the table, he throws it up like that.

"Misconduct even your children! Rotten bugs everywhere!!"

A blonde gentleman with stretched hips slammed his right fist against the table. I've seen this guy at an admissions ceremony. The Dean of the College of the Knights of Magic - Liot Bernstein, that's the man.

To Mia and the others, who are poker on the faces colored by the intense anger of men who usually seem to moderate,

"But Mia and I were rather helped by the noise. I guess the answer to all G-classes could have been zeroed as it was. Oh, yeah?

An old, gray-haired man sitting next to the Dean of the Academy - Siegfried Gramble asks for consent from Dr. Syllabe, who is still leaning against the wall as he rubs his bright white long jawbeard together with his arms in a difficult face.

"Yeah, but you can't have hit me"

When Dr. Syllabe's eyeballs turn to Cliff over the mask,

"Why did you hit him?

Ask quietly.

Excuse me.

to Cliff squeezing out his voice as he drifted. The teacher

"Look, in normal times, if you get your hands on it without even arguing, you lose at that point. I don't care how despicable they are."

Speak words that I have taught you many times.

"Yes."

"You don't seem to have forgotten. Then why did you hit him?

"Because I couldn't forgive you"

"Couldn't you forgive me? What?"

"A guy who knows nothing has trampled Mia's efforts so far in a filthy way!"

As Cliff pointed his eyes and shook his body, he mouthed to bite it off.

Dr. Syllabe sighed loudly,

"Not at all, if you're a teacher or a teacher, are you a student..."

Shake your head to the left and right like a scratch.

"That's right. Lord, are you patient enough to blame Cliff? Especially when it comes to toddlers and their bodies."

"I'm aware of that. But it's also true that they're taking the lead. Well, what do you want to do?"

Dr. Syllabe asks no one, but he speaks to himself.

"You guys are fine. All this nonsense is on our side of the college. We'll do something about it. So don't worry about anything and go back to the exam venue."

When the Dean of the Academy turned his gaze to Dr. Rebecca,

"Yes, yes, then, let's go hey"

Responding with his usual relaxed and prolonged voice, he stood up and glanced at Mia and Cliff, while still pulling Mia and the others' hands out of the room.

When I went to the exam venue for my personal skills, a cursing rumor from the surrounding area jumped into Mia's ear.

"Did you hear that? The cockroaches said they couldn't write exam questions, so they put them on and hit the exam officer!

"You suck! That's how I used to get into the Magic Instruction Academy!

"It's Conne from Curros. Enough is enough. You'll be expelled soon anyway."

As the prutes approached who noticed Mia and the others,

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing you can do."

I strongly encourage you.

"Sorry."

Cliff bows his head,

"Things get rough. If you hadn't done it, I would have done it."

Pruitt turns his right palm to control it.

"Me too!

Teresa also grips both fists and nods loudly.

"But what do we do? Mia's score was first set to zero. Honestly, flipping this..."

Point out what Cliff is most afraid of right now with his bitter expression.

"Let's rejuvenate with practical skills. I don't know how to allocate scores, but if you win a team game, you'll be able to pass."

"But... if you don't come within 40th, the teacher..."

"Fortieth place has nothing to do with passing our exam. Isn't that right?

blocking Mia's cry, Eight asked Pruitt.

"Oh, yeah, you're right. The advanced condition for the first round, regardless of class, is an eighty point gain of 40% of the 200. Mia is a lifetime unlike us, so if you score 80 + points in real life, you can advance."

"But then, Dr. Syllabe..."

"To Mia, where the discipline is likely to have zero points, we can't do it within forty. I guess that's why they've been doing these little jobs."

"You, reborn hand, you have it, don't you? Don't put it on me. Tell me."

Eight looks at everyone and looks up at the corner of his mouth.

"Winning a team game of practical skill. From what I've heard, the royal family, including His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty the King, who doesn't normally show up, will also watch the game. Even this alone, the attention of the imperial people should be considerable. If our team wins, they won't be able to drop out of school."

"Why can you say all that? They're such a mess, aren't they?

"Think about it. Who are the spiritual backbones of the professors of the Gatekeeper aristocracy?

"Your Majesty, I suppose."

Cliff answers instantly and Eight nods satisfactorily.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Try expelling the winner even in front of such great people. Naturally, there should be a winding of criticism that the allocation of scores is strange. What would happen if it did?

"I see. This unscrupulous scoring allocation starts this year. Given the circumstances, it is undoubtedly the intention of the rumored new and changed professors this year. The spearhead of that criticism turns to them. That's not all. If the rumor gets into His Majesty's ear, there's even the risk of buying that anger"

Start responding to Eight's question as Cliff was convinced.

"Exactly. They're gonna try to pass us all for a reason."

"But what about the teacher? Looks like getting all of us in the 40th place is a condition for the teacher to stay in this college, right?

"You know, the professor who led the bottom G-class to victory with practical skills. Try firing me. That's what develops into a big problem. If you do poorly, you may be subject to example state waiver laws"

A national waiver law is a law that punishes those who commit acts that are significantly contrary to the national interests of an empire. The teacher said it seems to be the worst evil law in that it can be sent to the death row with one will of the powerful.

"Looks like you're finally seeing our way."

"Right. Which way, our goal was to win, and now we don't have to be scared or pessimistic."

"I agree!

Everyone's words were so comforting that Mia lowered her head.

"I'm sorry about Mia."

Express your thanks.

"What are you talking about? You have to realize that. We were all left to zero, we didn't even know what was wrong, and we were expelled. I'd rather thank you."

"Yes, thank you, Mia."

Eight breathed into his lungs as he stood in front of Mia and

"All five of us are bound to advance and take Dr. Syllabe's class!! Wouldn't we!?

I'm going to ask Mia and the others for that willingness with a shout that's going to tremble the atmosphere.

"" "" Oooh!! ""

Mia and the others also raised their voices with their throats ripped open.