"Isn't it blue youth? Please don't be mad at me like that, Doctor."
Estelle waved her patty hand and said so without getting bad.
The opponent is one of the teachers entrusted with student instruction.
Since I am also a physical education teacher, I have a reputation for teaching corporal punishment in this time and age.
"Don't say it yourself!
Even if they yell at me, Estelle is hella looking so much fun.
After Estelle kicked the student who took me out.
In no time, this teacher of student instruction, who heard the noise, arrived and was forced into this student instruction room by none other than the student of his kicked classmate High Elf.
"What are you hella about!
You have to hit her because she's a woman. "
Yelling, a teacher comes up with his hands.
That's what Estelle prevents with one hand.
And then again, hella, hella, laugh.
"Um, no, I, uh, I need to ask the teacher something."
Estelle says that.
"No, I'm just wondering, right?
So (...) now (...) times (...) came (...) early (...) to (...)?
"Holy shit!
The opposite hand comes out.
But again, Estelle prevents it.
It's like I'm even in a prowl game watching.
Seeing a student who had barely spoken to Hira in the first semester, he was gabbling and pulling on Don Beye.
"Hey, I did a little research before I incorporated it.
It's a guy called Down Check.
Then, on the face of it, nobility classes are created and separated from the sons of the noble treasurers, that is, the rich, while they manage to educate the nobles and the common people separately and in a brochure.
The troubles between students are also not to be blamed on the basic aristocratic class side if students from the aristocratic class are involved.
Well, there seems to be an exception. "
So Estelle cut the words, and she looked at me.
But he went on to immediately return his gaze to the teacher.
"Yeah, well, I hear you had that exception for a semester!
Anything, you took a girl student from the aristocratic class and you think a boy student from the same aristocratic class and a boy student from the normal class got into a fight?
So, look it up, what the hell.
The first time we had a fight, it was the boys in the regular class who beat up the boys in the aristocratic class, which meant that the boys in the aristocratic class were going to be blameless.
But the video from that scene spread and the book (...) of our (...) and (...) leaked externally.
Hey, the diffuse power of the information society is absurd, right?
That's how the real information spread, and oh, my God. It's tough, and the plans were suddenly stopped, and I decided to make a new one.
Mid-term management is tough, isn't it? Right, Doctor ♡ "
So, when Pa and Estelle let go of the teacher's hand, he gently put a kick in that teacher's dovetail.
The teacher gets kicked over and hits his back hard on the teacher desk.
"That's not true that the street will last forever, Doctor.
Make an effort not to forget. "
"Do this"
"You think it'll be free, don't you?
Instead, it's you, Doctor, who's sorry for free.
You are an adult, a middle-manager, and a lizard tail who has to do your thing at your own risk.
You know what this means, don't you?
That's why please answer properly.
Why, this time, did you move so fast against the normal class (us) thing?
Estelle's voice is playing.
As we drank our breath and watched what was happening, there was a noise from behind the door of the Student Guidance Office.
And a bright male voice.
"Yes, that's it.
No, Estelle. It's too much. "
"Er, didn't Mr. Iris make me pass up for that?"
Estelle twirls, laughing with Couscous, turning behind us.
We saw you in the form of being caught too.
There stood a long skinny man with sun-like blonde hair and empty eyes.
Blonde hair is easily bound with long hair.
From behind that man, an unexpected person shows up and I'm rather surprised that way.
I wasn't the only one surprised by the person, but also the classmates who were forced into this student guidance room together.
But the kind of surprise was a little different from mine.
"Huh, hero Urk?!
"Wow, it's true!!
"Why are you doing this?!
My classmates scream at me.
Even as I scream, I slip my fingers and take pictures, and I am a modern child.
In that voice, my words mix.
"And father???!!
Weren't you on holiday today?
Such a surprise pierced my non-Estelle classmate's gaze.
"At last?"
"Papan?
"Your father?
"Old man?"
"Pappy?"
After a moment of silence, he began to thaw again.