Chapter 107 Pure Fledgling

Monktown, in the classroom of the Royal Academy.

Droste, who had just finished a class, was lying on the table to rest. He felt so listless every Monday, which was really boring.

The noisy classmates around him made him feel a little sleepy.

Maybe this is the wonderful student life, carefree, sleep whenever you want. I can't sleep at home, but I can fall asleep immediately when I hear the noisy sounds at school.

Strange.

Droste was leaning against the table and had just covered his head when Patrick in front of him turned around and patted his table with a smile.

"Hey hey! Droste, why are you sleeping so early in the morning?"

Droste raised his head and glanced at him unhappily.

"It's because the teacher just now was too boring and what he said was like hypnosis."

"Oh, you're talking about the old stubborn class. I just woke up and didn't hear anything."

Patrick scratched his head sheepishly, causing Droste's brow to twitch for a moment.

You... damn it.

"It's okay, I'll take a break. I'm exhausted. I have no energy every Monday."

Droste pretended to lie down again, but Patrick stopped him.

"No, no, no, by the way, did you hear that someone saw President Bernadette at the school gate today?"

"Huh? What?"

Droste was startled, but said nothing on the surface.

"It's President Bernadette. Someone said today that she looked very happy. I don't know if it's true."

"She said that when she came to school in the morning, she was smiling like a fairy, so beautiful."

"She used to be aloof and reserved, but now she can smile and greet everyone. This means she must be changing. What do you think?"

Patrick chatted and fantasized about a wonderful life.

"Does President Bernadette have a crush on someone? I'm so worried."

"It would have been nice if I had seen that scene this morning. Unfortunately, I was late again and didn't see it."

As he spoke, Patrick sighed again about this matter.

A look of regret.

Droste really wanted to open his head and see if it was filled with some kind of garbage.

"You don't like loli again? Your three-no loli?"

"That kind of loli... Klee is going to fry fish, and you don't like it either?"

Hearing this, Patrick looked up, the frustrated expression on his face disappeared, and he retorted in dissatisfaction.

"No, no, it should be Klee~ She's going to fry fish too~"

The tone was even more adorable and cute, but it was reflected on a man, which made people couldn't help but cover their noses.

Wake up, this smells like a dead otaku.

Droste couldn't stand continuing the conversation on this topic, so he quickly opened his mouth to bring the topic back to the previous topic.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore.

It's just that President Bernadette smiled suddenly, are you really that excited?"

Droste remembered that when he got off the carriage, there were no students around, so no one noticed anything unusual.

But Bernadette was seen, which was a bit...

No, I guess Bernadette herself is also very excited, otherwise she wouldn't have such a happy look on her face and such a big smile on her face.

"Oh, you don't understand. What does it mean that President Bernadette just smiled? This is very, very rare, okay?"

Patrick narrowed his eyes and looked at Droste with a look of disdain.

"With your very relaxed and cheerful tone, people who don't know would think that President Bernadette smiles at you every day."

"I never thought that you, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Droste, would have such a dream in the daytime."

As he spoke, Patrick snorted disdainfully.

OK, OK, I was dreaming. But one of my hands was wet, sticky and cold this morning. How can I explain it? It was also a dream?
Droste complained in his heart, but he definitely couldn't say this to Patrick.

If he knew Bernadette's true strength, it would be too... too chaotic.

"Yeah, you're right, you're right."

Droste decided to answer him with the universal backtalk formula, then slowly lay down.

"If nothing else, I'll just rest first."

I thought Patrick would just calm down, but his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something.

"Wait, dear friend, do you know that there is a very popular novel recently?"

"novel?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I heard that it was written by an unknown writer who suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Now the whole city of Monk is discussing this novel. It is really popular."

"Hmm? Tell me more about it."

Droste's interest was immediately piqued. After all, he had decided to start writing his own novel in the near future.

I originally planned to use this novel to make some money to supplement my family income.

I said I would start writing earlier, but who knew that the system would send me 20 gold coins all at once, and my life seems to be getting better again.

"'Reincarnated as the Strongest Slime, Goblin Slayer' is very well written, and there are some unspeakable parts in it." (A random book title)

"Like, like, like!"

Looking at Patrick's shining eyes, Droste was speechless. So this is a restricted novel, right?
I, Droste, will never be contaminated by such filthy things that would insult my noble character.

God bless you!

"And then, besides this, what else is there in this novel?"

"Um……"

Droste stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then clapped his hands excitedly.

"Oh, yes, some people also say that the author of this novel is a very, very beautiful woman, but no one knows whether it is true or not."

"Looking at her writing style, I feel like it's all male authors. How could a female author write something like this?"

"Why do you say that?" Droste asked curiously.

"Because it is so realistic and true, only the purest virgin author can write about love so perfectly."

“Only a virgin could write that!”

Patrick was very confident.

"Well, you have a point, you are always right."

Feeling suddenly offended, Droste wiped the corners of his mouth with some dissatisfaction.

No, didn't I spend a wonderful evening with Mrs. Isabel? I don't count myself.

Thinking of this, Droste looked at Patrick with a hint of pity.

What an ignorant person.

At first he was extremely narrow, but only then did he understand people.

Those who are content with what they have in their hearts do not realize that their food and body are not as well provided as others.

Little Patrick, how could he know such a beautiful thing.

"Hahaha, that's natural."

Patrick smiled proudly, suddenly catching Droste's eye.

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes!"

"nothing."

Droste shrugged, and the school bell rang.

He stood up, adjusted his tie, looked at Phoenix walking away, and spoke.

"Let's go, physical education class, go to class."

"Ah, oh oh, here it comes."

(End of this chapter)