"I'm sorry, we're studying for the exam."
The words of a young lady who was obviously not even in high school were quite surprising to them in the third year of high school.
They are adults and the oldest students. Nevertheless, a female student who refuses without hesitation with a perseverance can only be said to be generous. To put it another way, they had a high success rate by speaking to female students until today, and they were quite proud.
Nevertheless, he turned his back to say he couldn't talk to us anymore, even though he refused lightly. The beauty by the rumors' window, who just looked at themselves and said nothing, was far more cute.
And even the black-haired boy who was staring at us like she was in tune with her. He called out to the gray-haired boys and finally tried to get them to the high-school youth, who were supposed to be their last stronghold. It was obvious to the older selves that it was even humiliating to let them "handle adults" through the shoulder waterfall.
Young people laugh at each other as they tell each other that they want to grow up like idiots or kids. In addition, including the pride that I should have seen as the voice of the other person, I threw "mostly because I have a kid in high school", but no one replied. Instead, they advance their studies as if they were not there. To be honest here, they are over-conscious that they are definitely higher-level laughers.
"Eh, no, but these guys...."
Only Powell and the Farnham brothers alternated between Stale and the youth silently.
Only students who have returned to their classroom are left completely unrelated. I can't keep quiet about the flattest middle-class female students I should be most afraid of.
"Because it's good.... Dios, Chloe. Move your hands too."
Stale repeats his words and calls for them not to be dealt with.
Pride's decision to ignore it made Stale less interested. Above all, I remembered that we didn't have to deal with each other.
Dios and Chloe could only stare at an adult senior student, and quickly turned back to the desk. Powell walks away from the young people, comparing Stale and Pride with each other again and again. As soon as he did so, one of the paralyzed youths dared to hit him on the shoulder and retreated from Powell. Move forward and bolster your footsteps so you know they're getting closer. The gray-haired woman who glanced upwards to be afraid was more affectionate, but the attitude of the red-haired girl still did not improve.
"Never mind. It's more about the reading I just read....."
Instead of turning around, you don't even try to get into sight.
The young people were caught in the boulders by the pride of completely pushing them out of the nets. I don't want you to think it's irritating and I don't put it out on the front, but I really wanted to yell at you right now or pull your red hair completely. But first, I twisted my words and opened my mouth to make myself understand my position in the form of a gentle sermon or to intimidate you lightly.
"Hey, you guys are good and middle school, right? With that attitude towards the senior students."
"I'm sorry."
It is painted in the middle of the word.
Instead of apologizing, they also turned their attention to the words, which were subdued to say no.
As far as I can tell, I didn't notice the presence of Powell who was nearby, but I noticed another tall young man standing there who looked high up. The words were stopped, and in retrospect a deep pale gaze captured them from behind the silver rimmed glasses.
"... will you please don't interrupt Jeanne's study?
Words are not scary at all from him, who is somewhat polite.
His embarrassing gaze was soothing. They stare at Arthur, wondering if he's a student in this class or a junior high school student. I couldn't afford to laugh this time.
I swallowed my spit when I realized that I was being pushed by a shapeless hegemony. Still no more words come out after the banging sound. Arthur continued his words before they could respond.
"I'll listen if you want.... let's go out in the hallway."
Arthur basically grabbed their arms one hand at a time, saying it was annoying.
I was suddenly touched cheerfully, and I tried to shake it off before I thought about it, but I didn't put my strength into it, and I didn't panic. The movement stops a few centimeters away. Instead of waving Arthur's hand away, the arm grabbed with incredible force, his finger just snapped into it.
After being pushed by the pain, the voice finally rose up, but the anger intensified more than anger, even if I grabbed it back with my opposite arm. And without even paying attention to their yelling, Arthur walked out into the hallway, pulling two taller people than himself.
Hey, kidding, what is this guy, his special abilities, and the two youngsters raise their voices, but they can't beat him any more. Even though his body and muscle strength fell to fourteen years old, he was not Arthur who lost to about two ordinary males.
Arthur pulls me down like that, and one of them grabs his teeth and kicks his feet off the floor. At the same time, I tried to shout, "Don't get on your nerves", but it was interrupted before I could say anything. Arthur, who was turning his back to pull himself, avoided jumping on the spot without turning around.
Besides, it wasn't just a jump. Taking his hands off their arms, he jumped higher than their height in one jump, and landed behind them in a circle and flip. When I thought I heard a faint sound, Arthur, who had disappeared from sight, threw Don and his back at me with his hands. With surprise and momentum, the young people were lurking behind the door.
Arthur holds the vine back with both hands to fix the position of the glasses, which are slightly offset by the flipped clap. Then he lowered his head to all the students in the classroom, including Pecori and Pride, and left the classroom as if nothing had happened.
The pair stepped unintentionally into the hallway and turned to Arthur without knowing why. I don't know why he moved behind them in too short a moment. They kicked me out of my back before I put my kicked leg down.
"You should stop bothering other students too much. If something goes wrong, you won't be able to stay in school."
It's a neat word, but it still doesn't sound bad (fresh).
Arthur stood in front of the two of them as they stared at each other with a sharp expression from above.
I couldn't let him go from here anymore, and I didn't look vain when he stood up like a manifestation of will. Instead, the skin of the two of them felt tingling as if they were aware of the crisis. As high school year-old students cross over to their classrooms, the strange discomfort is by no means due to their gaze.
One of the youngsters kicks Arthur from the front with a leg longer than his, instead of answering, so as to shake it off, which is similar to creepiness. But, hey, Arthur avoided it with a minimal height jump. Inspired, the other jumps in to grasp, but is avoided by simply changing the orientation of the body, and can gently grab the foot to flow. Uh-oh, the momentum keeps falling forward, but before that Arthur grabbed his back and gently pulled it back.
We must not get any closer to the door of the class where the prides are. That's why we pull him back and push him gently toward the other side.
Not for a while. With their legs staggered, they hit each other from their backs in front of each other, both of whom broke their balance and hit the buttocks. I can't believe they're being sent to the earth too soon. When Arthur stood alone and looked up on the ground, his gaze, which was shorter than ourselves, was naturally higher than ourselves now.
"I'm late for my name. I'm Jack Burners from middle school. Come with me when you need them. [M] I'll listen, and you can hit me again."
Straight as an arrow, a pale eye shoots through them.
Against the calm tone of voice, there was a force there that could not be said. Now, they understand that if they hit themselves again, they won't get a blow. A body that doesn't seem to be two years old stood in front of them beyond the age barrier.
I bite my teeth silently and can't find a word to say back. Above all, it was clear that if we bought Arthur's anger here, we would be more sorry. They've been behind us twice already, because Arthur hasn't hit them yet.
The more you shake your fist on the floor, the more you grip it, bend your knees and get up. They could not afford to face each other and stood up from Arthur as if they had encountered a beast. They initially retreated to the point where they thought they had taken only a few steps.
Arthur, who was still unsure of his intentions without their reply, once again stabbed them "still 18 years old" with a lower voice.
"Don't dare to approach this class anymore.... I can come to you many times."
Prepare for retaliation if you don't heed my advice... and a cold thing ran through Zokri and their spine in a word that I could take.
Originally, I only came on the assumption that there were no students who could defy us with a light feeling. And yet, obviously, if the opponent who is more accustomed to fighting than myself is amazing, it doesn't suit me anyway.
As many of the year-old students interact and get noticed, they all tie their mouths tightly with words and behaviors that at least seem to follow junior students. One side slapped the shoulder of the opponent next to him, and he turned his heel to the signal and ran away.
I sincerely don't want to get close to another year's class or to the middle school.
After watching two third-graders disappear to the stairs to return to their class, Arthur exhaled little by little. It's not as tense as it sounds, but here I stroke my chest down that I didn't have to develop to brawl and make noise.
"... I can't complain to him if I fight against a boulder."
On the first day of school, I remember a courier who threw a student off the fourth floor.
Arthur himself had no choice but to threaten or deprive himself of consciousness in order to settle before there was any commotion. It is easy to take away consciousness and suppress it with every effort, but I don't want to rub things or stand out in school as much as possible.
Above all, there was a slight problem, but I didn't want to easily use violence against them, which was nothing but napa, outrage and light violence. For if they become sinners and captives, they will not change into the people that the knights should protect.
Looking back to return to Pride, Arthur stopped moving while still struggling. The cold sweat conveys the forehead while regretting what I noticed.
It turns out that many first-year students are staring at us at a distance from where they and the two third-grade students were. Some students come out of the hallway just to see, not just from the class where the prides are, but from the doors of other classrooms.
... yahh, it stands out...
Now that he couldn't say anything about pride, Arthur felt as if he wanted to hold his head.
Her back, which had been elongated so far, was rounded by her shoulders, and she looked at her eyes while hiding her anxiety. Looking at it, there were some eyes that were scared of the younger person. I didn't mean to fight so much, but Arthur kept his head down, understanding that it would not change what he was doing.
"I'm sorry for the disturbance...."
Peck, peck, and even keep lowering his head in each direction, he was as if he were someone else.
Reflecting silver rimmed glasses to hide his pale eyes, and even hanging braided silver hair on his shoulders, he's the only boy with a low back who apologizes.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and I keep apologizing until they're out of sight. For most first-year students, Arthur was praiseworthy for getting rid of a bad student before he got a fire in his class, but he didn't want to get involved anymore.
Nor is it likely that the current senior student or his associates will not come to avenge him. Lower your head back at an interpretive angle to Arthur, or shake your hand lightly or smile halfway away.
Arthur exhales a long and deep sigh to the first-year students who sneak back into the classroom and talk. Despite the intact and quick discharge of both sides, the back to the prides was still round.
The pre-bell at the end of the lunch break rang across the campus, pushing his back continuously.