Albedo suddenly thought of something. The manuscript that Droste had written before was very fresh and popular. It did not look like a book that could be written by a local.

If Droste had not been financially independent, this shocking book would have definitely become a hot book at the Birch Newspaper!

Why didn’t I think of it just now? Why did I forget about it when Droste came to visit me!
Albedo was getting excited. It was hard for her to suppress her emotions when it came to writing a book. But Droste looked at it curiously, frowned slightly, and spoke.

"Um... why are you so excited?"

"Um...it's nothing. I'm just happy for my sister..." A few beads of sweat appeared on Albedo's forehead, and she controlled her expression and smiled slightly.

"Yeah." Droste waved his hand nonchalantly. His calm voice helped Albedo's violently beating heart to calm down a little. "Go back."

"Yes, Lord Droste." Albedo bowed, turned around, spread her wings and flew away.

Droste climbed into bed and went to sleep, where he had another dream in which he was awakened by the warmth of the maid.

He lazily prepared to get up, but found that the temperature was evenly distributed in the upper and lower parts. He looked carefully and found two maids lying on his bed, one wearing black clothes mixed with white maid clothes, and the other wearing white clothes mixed with black maid clothes.

The two men were busy warming Droste's bed, which scared him.

Even as he tried hard to see, he could not see clearly because it was blurry.

……

A ray of sunlight shone in dimly in the early morning, and Droste woke up with the morning light. After breakfast, he went to school with Phoenix.

Along the way, the weather was not particularly good, with a slight breeze blowing on my face.

Today is the day when the masquerade ball is about to be held. Even Phoenix, who was not very excited in the past, is very excited to talk to Droste about the masquerade ball.

I met a lot of students along the way, who were chattering about this.

"Hey! Are you going to the masquerade this year? You must go and see the world!"

"Go! Why shouldn't I go? I'll dance hard. I'm the prince of the masquerade!"

"Really? Then what are you going to wear?"

"Bib overalls, and a ball!"

"Okay, okay, okay, you little black guy!"

Conversations like these continued on Droste's way to school, which aroused Droste's interest.

"Did Droste participate in the masquerade?" Phoenix asked curiously.

"Ah... not yet. What about Phoenix?"

"Maybe I will join the gymnastics team and do gymnastics with the seniors. Several seniors have told me that I can do it."

Droste imagined the lithe Phoenix in the center of the stage, spinning, leaping, with her eyes closed.

I couldn't help but smile and said, "That's good. After all, Phoenix is ​​a cat girl."

"How can there be..."

Phoenix blushed slightly, pursed her lips as she listened to Droste's teasing, and her heart was a little fluttering.

By then, Droste will see my performance, so I have to perform well!
Chatting and laughing, Droste and Phoenix walked to the school gate. Even though it had stood in Monk City for many years, the magnificent building of Aretes Royal School was still magnificent and majestic.

Just as Droste was about to go upstairs with Phoenix, he suddenly saw a beautiful and cold figure.

It's Teacher Fremea.

Droste smiled slyly, stretched out his hand to greet, and shouted loudly: "Hello, teacher! Hello, teacher Fremea!"

The sudden voice startled teacher Fremea. When she saw that it was that bastard boy Droste, she felt very sorry for him.

Teacher Fremea's cold mood was immediately destroyed. She quietly rolled her eyes, then forced a smile, her face a little stiff, and said, "Ah, it's classmate Droste, what...what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just saying hello to the teacher. I haven't seen Teacher Fremea for a long time. I wonder if Teacher Fremea is feeling better." Droste touched his head, rubbed his fingers, and said with a smile.

"Everyone is worried about you, Teacher Fremea."

"It's...it's been a long time since I got better. There's no need to worry about me, Mr. Droste." Teacher Fremea spoke, stuttering a little.

This kid obviously ordered what happened last weekend, damn little bastard.

"Okay, then I wish the teacher good health. You will have classes later. See you then!" Droste continued with a smile.

"...Okay, classmate Droste, go to class early, don't be late..." Teacher Fremea said hurriedly and ran to the office in a hurry.

What does "see you later" mean? Although I don't have my own class today, I do have teacher Ilinal's class!
Teacher Fremea was thinking about this, and she recalled the absurd things that happened that day. She was hiding in the bathroom, and Teacher Irinale and Droste were doing something on her bed...

When she thought of what happened that day, Teacher Freya's face couldn't help but get hot, and her heart felt a little bit hot, spreading from her mind to every part of her body.

Hmm... the vampire bloodline gradually became quiet and under my control. I began to become more emotional and had more time to daydream...

Teacher Fremea patted her face, gradually calming herself down and regaining her cold expression.

"Got it, teacher!" Droste responded and walked back to the classroom, but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

……

"How about it, Droste, do you have a dance partner for the dance? Do you need my help?"

As soon as he sat down, Droste saw Patrick in front of him turn around and say to Droste with a smile.

After listening to Patrick's words, Droste thought for a moment, then refused: "No need, besides, you can't help me with anything."

"Why! Droste, you don't believe me! We are the Golden Horn and the Silver Horn!"

"When the two horns go to war, not a blade of grass will grow!" Droste was speechless. He looked at the high-spirited Patrick and shook his head helplessly: "Who says you are the Golden Horn or the Silver Horn? Don't kill me."

"You took my kindness for granted! Then you can just eat at the buffet and watch me dance on the center stage." Patrick retorted indignantly and said:
"I asked you last time, and you said you didn't have a dance partner. Today should be the last day, so hurry up and contact someone. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Dancing? You can't hide your belly? Droste glanced at the round belly and complained.

Then he pretended to be very excited and cooperated with Patrick's performance.

"No problem, I will remember it. We are as close as brothers. If I were Xiaoyu'er, you would be Hua Wuque. If I were Yang Jian, you would be my most precious Roaring Sky Dog!"

"Are you really that passionate, Droste?!"

"necessary!"

Seeing Patrick turning around with his blood boiling, completely unaware of what the Howling Sky Dog was, Droste also smiled, let out a long breath, and thought about his current situation.

At the dance, Phoenix will do gymnastics, and teachers Irinale and Fremea will definitely be judges, or they may be teachers to maintain order. It is not clear what will happen then.

Droste had an idea. Yes, why not ask President Bernadette? Maybe she has some ideas. Besides, she is the leader of the student union in charge of this matter. Maybe she knows something.

As for Bernadette dancing with him, Droste didn't think too much about it. A daughter of power and nobility like Bernadette would probably dance with others as part of the marriage alliance.

Thinking of this, Droste focused on his class and would ask Bernadette after class.

"Jingle Bell."

The bell for class rang on time, and Droste walked out of the classroom with Patrick.

After finishing some physical activities, everyone dispersed and Droste walked towards the health room.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

After knocking gently on the door, Droste closed it and walked into the health room. The familiar figures were still busy with their work, and there was a girl sitting on a stool, preparing to bandage the wound.

Hearing the voice, Teacher Ilinal lowered her head and busied herself finding the bandage, her voice neither hurried nor slow.

"If you have anything to say, please wait a moment. I will bandage this student first."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Taking out a white bandage, Teacher Ilinar looked back and saw Droste standing there upright, smiling at her with a gentle and magnetic voice.

"Teacher, I feel a little uncomfortable in my chest. Does the teacher know if there is any clue?"

Teacher Ilinal blinked her eyes, smiled, and responded, "Oh, I see. Your chest is uncomfortable. Please be patient. I will bandage this student."

"Okay, Teacher Irina, you go ahead." After getting a wink from Teacher Irina, he responded with a word. Droste looked around, found a chair and sat down directly.

His eyes scanned left and right, finally settling on Teacher Irinale.

Teacher Ilinar was wearing a white coat. Her perfect and plump body was wrapped in the white coat, which made people fantasize.

The white coat had only three or four buttons fastened, and it couldn't cover the plump fruit. A bottomless ravine was very obvious, attracting Droste's attention.

Looking down, it couldn't cover the tight legs. There was almost no gap between the two legs. They were very elastic, and were stretched by a black lace garter stocking, which squeezed out a circle of delicious and tempting pudding meat.

What she wears is not important. What is important is her sexy and charming temperament, which is very consistent with Teacher Ilinal's identity as a spider girl.

Wicked, seductive, and charming.

Teacher Irinaer was standing next to the girl, stretching out her delicate fingers to bandage her wound. There was a one or two centimeter wound on the girl's arm. Not much blood oozed out, but when Teacher Irinaer bandaged the girl, she still couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Droste watched the girl apply the potion. As the white transparent potion was applied upwards, the girl's pretty face couldn't help but tremble a little. Then he pressed it tightly, pressed it with a piece of cotton, and then wrapped it tightly with circles of bandages.

The girl's facial expression seemed a little distorted, her eyes were closed tightly, her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, her breathing became a little rapid, and every breath seemed like she was trying to control her emotions.

Although Teacher Irinaer's hands were gentle enough, she couldn't be too reckless in order to stop the bleeding. The girl tried to stay strong, but occasionally she could be heard taking a deep breath or letting out a slight moan when the bandage was slightly tightened.

After the bandage was done, the girl's face turned a little paler.

"Then teacher... I'll leave first. Thank you, teacher." The girl covered her injured hand and bowed. Then her eyes fell on Droste, marveling at how handsome this classmate was.

"It's okay, you should pay more attention to rest." Teacher Ilinar said with a smile, then watched the girl walk away and closed the door with a "bang".

"Hey, Droste, come and support the teacher. I'm exhausted." As soon as the man left, Teacher Ilinal turned into a soft and cute slime and went straight to Droste.

Droste smiled, took her in, sniffed the faint smell of medicine on her body, and said, "Teacher, you are working so hard, but I am the patient."

"What's wrong with the patient? The patient is also a man." Teacher Ilinar smelled the scent of her little man and couldn't help feeling a little intoxicated. She reached out and began to caress Droste's body as if she were familiar with it.

"Besides, the teacher is working so hard, Drost should also take care of the teacher, otherwise the disease will easily relapse."

Drost also supported Teacher Irinaer, and calmed her emotions with his hands, and got into the seductive white coat. Hearing her words, Drost curled his lips and asked with a smile: "Relapse of symptoms? What is the disease?"

"Student Droste, would you like to guess it yourself?" Teacher Ilinar licked her lips, then offered her sweet lips, and kissed Droste with her rosy lips.

Ears, collarbones, neck.

I learned all this about kissing from Droste, so it's completely Droste's style.

The gorgeous teacher clumsily uses her rights, learns her techniques, and then uses this method and this feeling on herself.

It's really great.

"Then I guess it's because he's thinking about me and feeling uncomfortable. It's a complete psychological activity and symptom, right?"

Droste also responded to teacher Ilinal's expectations, comforting her without being overly soothing. Teacher Ilinal even leaned back completely to make it easier for Droste to move.

"Totally... is this a psychological activity? Droste needs to make up for his health care course." Teacher Irinaer looked at him seductively, then lowered her head and made a "boo" sound. (End of this chapter)