The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

I was so mad at someone's words, and when I was about to speak, I was choked by the mint in my mouth—shameful!

Lancelot stretched out his hand and patted me behind his back, helping me smoothly: "Is it all right?"

"It's okay."

After finally getting my breath away, I exhaled, and then glared resentfully at someone who was obviously still watching a good show, "Am I thinking about things strangely?"

"It's not strange to think about problems, but if you start thinking about problems..."

Someone pretended to look up at the sky, "It seems that the place where the sun rises today is in the east, right?"

"..."

I'm not angry. I'm not angry. It doesn't make sense to be angry with this kind of person. "I think the situation where I think about the problem is much higher than the probability that you can find it conscience?"

——That’s because even if you are angry, you can’t beat her verbally, right?

Gee, I know!

——And I can't beat it, it's sad...

shut up!

"The world is going downhill, I really don't respect the teacher!"

Someone's face is definitely thick enough that even an atomic bomb cannot penetrate.

"What did you teach me seriously!"

Medea taught me more knowledge than this guy taught me—she was so embarrassed to say it.

"The master leads in, and the practice is personal."

The implication is that I am so weak and I absolutely asked for it.

"I killed you an irresponsible super bastard!"

Forbearance, forbearance, forbearance, no more forbearance!

Runaway, logically.

Chapter 9 The Eve of the War

In the Western kissing ceremony, kissing the back of the hand is respect, the back of the finger is love, and the fingertips are cherish.

By the way, what Lancelot kissed was the fingertip of the ring finger of the little squid's left hand, which means that I don't need to say more about what it means (Lancelot, you really are a complete sorrow, you...)

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——The world is like a wheel.

——No one knows what will happen next second.

"Really... that guy Lancer..."

At the end of the lunch break, Lancer turned into a spirit and left, and I was too weak to hold on to the painful temple, "I feel so tired every time I finish talking to her..."

That kind of super-self-styled behavior is not so blunt as it is no one else, even if she knows whether her starting point is good or feels serious maladjustment.

Really... Doesn't this mean that the meaning of the lunch break is completely lost?

Resting is more tiring than not having a rest. If I knew this would happen earlier, I would rather stay in the 10% student union to help organize reports or go to the Kyudo club to teach practice-so that at least I can pay for labor.

"Amamiya seems to have a good relationship with Miss Lancer."

On the side, Lancelot put away the thermos cup I put on the railing, and smiled at me.

"Who has a good relationship with that poisonous tongue girl! The last thing I regret in my life is knowing such a guy!"

I jumped on the spot, "I won't help her collect the body if that guy hangs up in front of me! If I didn't go up and whip the body, it was my mercy!"

"laugh……"

With a very slight sound, when he squinted, he found that Lancelot had turned his head slightly and his shoulders were twitching.

"Is it funny?"

"Ah, not really."

Lancelot coughed slightly, and said seriously, "I just think Amamiya...you feel surprisingly cute."

"What?!"

I was stunned for a moment, then some twitching corners of my eyes raised my finger to point to myself, "Lancelot, don't you think the adjective'cute'... doesn't match me at all?"

If you say something like "gentleman" or "delicate", I might still accept it. After all, this is a popular saying.

"it's not true."

Looking at me with a serious expression, Lancelot's cold eyes seemed to flash with nostalgia, "I really think that Amemiya, your attitude towards people and things, is very cute."

"..."

My breath was instantly choked by what I heard. The next moment I groaned, covering the already hot face with one hand, turning my head to the other side, "I really lost to you..."

Is it really worthy of being the "most perfect" and also the most popular knight of the lake under King Arthur?

This kind of lines that make people only feel blushing and heartbeat after listening, can be said so smoothly and sincerely... It is not on the same level...

"Ok?"

What made me most helpless was that I saw someone from the gap between my fingers as if they didn't understand what I was saying, looking at me with a slightly puzzled look and tilted his head.

——Well, it’s a foul...what the hell is this pure expression?

Have you even been shining?

--nonsense!Find a way to support people to go!Otherwise it will really melt...

I said you are a dark creature who can't see the light, you...

——Convex=.=|||

Speaking of it, shouldn't it... In fact, Lancelot is a natural boy?

Uh... Is this... possible?