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

After that student named She-Take ran some kind of mouth to Pruitt, Eight changed dramatically, making it that miserable scene.

That attack by Eight is the finest magic that compresses the air system and releases it like a shell - an improved version of [pneumatic transition bullet].

Eight stabilized the magic of [pneumatic transition] with only one activation. A dozen more exercises to reach the unchanging realm. This is the first time that compatibility has been so extreme on boulders. At the time, my eyes were just popping out.

Anyway, that [pneumatic transition] is even top magic, assuming. It's not just about flying compressed air. It is possible to compress and manipulate the atmosphere of a favourite location within a certain range from the activator.

Even the distance fired fluctuates in addition to being transparent and unrecognizable. It should be understood as extremely difficult to avoid.

It is impossible to avoid in immature class A-3. Therefore, that result may be taken for granted beyond what Eight had done with that wife. Instead, earlier fights don't look like Eight. Because Eight should keep his wife's hands until the crisis reaches.

Nevertheless, even in the sense of restraint on S-class, Eight's exposure to one wife is a sufficient means of military justice. Most importantly, I don't like S-Class, but I have to be vigilant about Eight.

"This stuff is so incredible!!"

In cheer, Mashew Moore's dami voice echoes surreal.

Instead of even rushing over to care for his injured students, Mash, who vociferously claims the wrongdoing of this game by me and Class G, is finally taken out of the test venue by the Exam Preparedness Enforcement Department. Now (...), I don't care about small things like that.

This resulted in a slight change in the evaluation of Class G. Of course, I'm pretty sure it's a heel, but I think I could have removed some of the lettel's previous inability to do anything wrong. The rest depends on the students.

Even after the restorative magic, She-Take had a bright blue face and had crouched in.

"Are you all right?

As he approaches, he slaps his shoulder gently and asks if it's safe.

"Oh, me..."

Looking up at me blindly, I trembled,

"Me!!"

Start crying. The green-haired hostess, including the referee, also looks at Shea's Han crying with her eyes on her.

Nothing. He's scared, he's relieved, he's not crying. Tears for this reason still stretch them. I can grow. You won't have to worry.

"This stuff doesn't even go into a setback for you guys. It's just an experience. Well done."

When I told them so in a small voice that only they could hear me, I slapped them on the shoulder again, and I got up too and left the venue behind.

Then it will unfold as I expected.

In the second league, Class A-2 and Class B2 score one win at a time. After that, they both struggle and Class A-2 enters the finals.

The third league topped off with S-Class putting up winning point 3. Representation members did not include Satella, but also Ronald and Alan because of their top strengths. It seems to be a measure to keep information as secret as possible until we compete with class G.

And for the first league, Class C and B fought Class G, but before the magic was activated, Teresa and Mia's body technique made it to the finals with no difficulty in winning and a win score of 3.

There is no longer anyone here who doubts the strength of Class G in the venue. Or it looked like everyone didn't doubt it would be a one-horse hit between S and G classes.

And we'll have the final.

"Next up, final league three, final will be a clash between S and G classes!!"

Both Class G and Class S win Class A-2 and the next is the final.

When I tried to get to the venue,

"Dr. Syllabe, do you have a minute?

Speaking up and looking back, a young man with golden hair all-back was standing.

This man has memories. But A-1's professor - Lennox LaFleuris.

"Yeah, I don't mind."

Turning to Lennox,

"I'm sorry"

I'm going to lower my head deeply.

I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're eating it for a while and making your eyes black and white...

"It's about my previous assault on you, Mia Curros. After questioning the students, it turns out that that was released to her by the students. Shame on you, my students too."

"Really?"

From what I've seen, the A-1 class students were nobles of this college, for better or worse. Never speak the truth, even if they are kinsmen or relatives, when solidified in pride. That means Lennox is winning the students that much trust.

"I doubted your words. Besides, don't be too sure about it. I just implicitly believed the students' words. This is a good place to disqualify an educator."

"You don't have to apologize if what you said back then was because you truly believed the words of your students. It's better to believe than to doubt your students."

Not a word since I cared about Lennox. People's words come with responsibility. Speak falsely and you will be forced to act accordingly.

However, children often still do not understand the matter. Therefore, the child sometimes lies. That's why teachers also exist when they just have to believe.

"No, no! It's not!!"

blocking my words, frowned upon Lennox, whose voice was absurd,

"No?"

Ask briefly.

"Yes! I didn't trust you because that's what the students said! I just guessed that on my own from your reputation!!"

Whatever he thinks, professor of the Gateway aristocracy. If your buddy hears a scathing cursing rumor about me, it'll hold about a preconceived view. I'm not going to blame you for that, either. That's good. The biggest problem is that he's making a big mistake.

"Even so. In the first place, isn't this about our crappy face? If you really want to do something about this, you must have something to do before you apologize to me."

"Right...... right. Exactly. I'll discuss it with the students again."

Wow. I thought you were a man more solidified by the bee on his head. Inside, how can you be such a better teacher than a mess like me? If there was a man like this, he probably would have thrown out the future of this college.

"I'll do it."

When I turn my back on Lennox, I move my feet to our students' last match venue.