The carriage moved slowly, and on the smooth road built in Monk City, not even a little bump could be felt.

Drost sighed as he sat in the carriage.

I have to say that the Fast family’s pastry chef truly represents the authentic Monk City dessert tradition, and their desserts are of a different style from those made by Mrs. Isabel.

The craftsmanship inherited from the elves prefers to use light and comfortable whipped cream, paired with delicious and fresh fruits as embellishment. The taste is relaxing and pleasant, and it will not cause a burden due to eating too much, and it is becoming more and more popular.

The desserts of the Fast family are consistent with the dessert tradition of Monk City. They pursue exquisiteness and deliciousness, and even the sugar content is very strict. Therefore, the taste is thick and dense. It is almost impossible to find any flaws. However, they are expensive, and few people can afford them for a long time.

If President Bernadette's carriage had not been equipped with this level of breakfast, Droste would have never tasted such a variety of desserts.

As soon as Droste wiped his mouth with a silk scarf, he saw President Bernadette also starting to enjoy her breakfast, a glass of delicious milk and a sausage bread.

The contrast between his impatient look and his cold expression is very strong.

"So what exactly is going on with the student union? After we finished the stage, are there any other activities going to be held later?" Droste reached out and touched her cheek, watching her sucking on a straw like a starving ghost.

"Well... the student council has been so-so lately. We were supposed to be preparing for the school sports meet, but... well!!" President Bernadette's eyes were blurry, she was absorbed in the food in front of her, and she hesitated for a few words. "But... I don't know what the situation is with the teacher, so it's not confirmed yet."

“So there’s a possibility that it won’t happen?”

"Well... the teacher's words are unpredictable. She always wants to change her mind at a certain time." President Bernadette licked the lid of the milk, looking as innocent as an elementary school student. "So I don't know what she thinks."

"Okay, that's nothing we can do." Droste reached out and peeled back President Bernadette's bangs, then leaned forward fiercely. Soon Bernadette rolled her eyes with a look of satisfaction and wildness on her face.

"Yeah... Of course no problem. I'll tell you if there's anything else." President Bernadette held the straw in her mouth, finished the last bite of breakfast happily, and then responded softly.

"Yes, sure..."

I watched as President Bernadette started to clean up the breakfast utensils, wiping all the used ones clean and then putting them back in their original places.

Everything looks so well organized.

Droste sat on the luxurious seat of the carriage and began to rest. The school was still some distance away, so he decided to take a nap.

But soon Droste was interrupted. President Bernadette lay on his legs and looked at him quietly with a hesitant look on her face.

"What's wrong? Haven't you already fed her?" Drost wantonly ravaged her body and patted her raised butt twice. "I just happened to get on the carriage. Let me rest for a while."

"I... I saw a more fun way to play in a book yesterday, but you have to cooperate with me a little, okay?" President Bernadette looked at Droste a little shyly and said. "Otherwise, I don't dare to go over... ..."

"What's wrong? Who told you to run to the teacher's office?" Droste showed a half-smile and stared into President Bernadette's eyes.

Things or ways of playing that could make Bernadette feel awkward at the meeting must be very exciting for President Bernadette. Sometimes, Droste couldn't help but admire her wild ideas, as she could always challenge her limits inadvertently.

"That's it... I'll come to see you tonight, how about we go shopping or take a walk?" President Bernadette looked at Droste with a gentle expression. "Then let's take a rest in the small park."

"?"

"Small park..." Droste blinked, as if he knew something.

Is this the legendary wilderness?
It seems that Bernadette is planning to go to the park to do something more exciting, but she doesn't know how shameful it is. However, it is definitely related to the outdoors, so it may be some activity in which the psychological stimulation is more powerful than the physical stimulation.

For example, there will always be people watching, or doing some shameful actions.

As expected of the perverted President Bernadette, she has a very thorough understanding of this kind of thing. She said that every trick was seen in a book, but who knows?

"It seems that President Bernadette has a very strong learning ability. It hasn't been long since she came up with a new way to play." Droste said with a smile, and then reached out to rub President Bernadette's face. The latter squinted her eyes very intimately, like a cat, and enjoyed it very much.

She clearly looks like a pure, indifferent and focused good student and good girl. This is a very good reputation not only in Droste's eyes, but also in the whole school. It has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Who would have thought that President Bernadette was like this behind the scenes?

"Well... I just discovered it by accident." President Bernadette pursed her lips, "If you have any tricks to use tonight, just prepare them well and use them. I will not give in, even if you force me to do something I have never done before. ... Well..."

"Just like..."

President Bernadette was still speaking, but Droste put his hand on her lips, and she began to stammer and couldn't say anything.

"We're already at school. If you have any perverted thoughts, please keep them to yourself and don't speak them out, okay?" Drost said unhappily, and his anger towards President Bernadette increased. "If you want them to discover your secret, I think you'd be very excited."

"Well……"

Then, with President Bernadette looking aggrieved, Droste pushed open the curtain of the carriage and walked down.

The school is right in front of us, so there is no chance to continue fooling around with President Bernadette here.

……

When I went in, the class had not started yet and students were chatting there in groups of three or four.

I chatted casually with Patrick about the weekend, but nothing really happened. We just happened to talk about Mrs. Elf's dessert shop.

"Do you know that there is a dessert shop opened by an elf? It is very popular in Monk City now. It is said that many nobles are rushing to buy it, but the dessert shop opened by the elf is very strange." Patrick talked incessantly and kept attacking Droste.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Droste put down his bag and asked casually.

Also, why did what Patrick said sound so familiar? Why did I feel like I had heard it somewhere before?
Elf, dessert?
"You don't know what's so strange about her, right? That elf is so pretty, but for some reason, she doesn't sell many desserts every day. It's like she's just leaving the money there but not making any profit. I really don't understand it at all."

"We get off work so early every day and the store is closed. It's not even our turn to buy the dessert. Who came up with this idea? It's so stupid. I asked my subordinates to buy it for me on Saturday and Sunday, but I didn't get any. I'm really fed up." Patrick looked a little indignant.

"And it is said that the store seems to be near the stores in your home. I don't seem to remember the details, but it is quite close to your home. Do you know what is going on?"

"Well... I think you are talking about the elf tenant of my shop. I seem to have told you about it before." Droste straightened his face and looked at Patrick with a smile. "So you are scolding me here in front of my tenant, right?"

"what?!"

……

After beating up Patrick, Droste quietly enjoyed the leisure unique to his student days. In the past, all the hard work and study seemed to have rushed through life, but now it was different.

If it weren't for his tenants who needed to be taken care of, Droste would have been ready to pick up the Warrior Sword and head west to find the ferocious dragon, the terrifying Demon Isabel, the most powerful demon king.

And after hearing what Patrick said today, it seems that Mrs. Isabel's dessert promotion has begun to show miraculous effects, and my method is also effective.

After all, no one in the other world has such gimmicky things, and the honest humans of the Val Continent don’t have so many twists and turns and evil marketing tricks.

While thinking, Droste began his day's study process.

Time passes quickly.

The only pity was that the two respected monster teachers didn't see the business. Just when Droste was about to contact with the magic screen, he happened to see Teacher Fremea at the door.

It is still a very ordinary, but sexy and elegant pencil gray skirt and a blue and white shirt. The vertical stripes make her figure look slimmer and more well-proportioned. She also wears a pair of glasses, which adds a lot of handsomeness and intelligence to her overall look.

He just walked so quickly that he didn't see Droste at all.

It doesn't matter if she didn't see it. Droste has 100 ways to make her see it.

Then Droste raised his hands and shouted:

"Hello, Teacher Fremea!!"

"..." Teacher Fremea glanced over here calmly, and then saw Droste's somewhat hateful smile.

The strange trauma brought by the weekend, and the feeling of having tasted the sweetness of something, made Teacher Fremeia feel a little strange. Her first reaction was not to go over, but to tiptoe and prepare to leave.

"Teacher Fremea, I see you, where else do you want to go?"

Seeing that she couldn't get away, Teacher Fremea shyly walked up to Droste, raised her face slightly, but one hand unconsciously pinched her palm in her pocket.

It was this little bastard who made me almost unable to move for two days over the weekend. Even when I went down the stairs, my thighs were shaking.

After a while of shaking, I would feel a sore and swollen feeling coming over me, and then it would spread throughout my body like an electric shock, making me feel numb and tingling.

She really wanted to rush up and bite this little bastard, but this was at school and she had no choice but to pretend that she didn't care.

"What's wrong, Drost-san? Is there anything you want to talk to the teacher about?"

"Well... nothing much, I'm just worried about teacher Fremea's health. When I saw her on Saturday, she was shaking all the time. Of course, although this is a special situation, I'm still worried about teacher Fremea's health."

"After all, this is what students should do. We should be considerate enough and take it seriously."

Why are you bringing up such a topic?! You little bastard?! Why is this happening? Don’t you know?!
He is so strong that he doesn't look like a human at all. Instead, he looks like a monster with infinite strength.

"Well... Thank you very much for your concern, Droste. But if there is nothing else, the teacher has to go back in a hurry." Teacher Fremea's eyes were gloomy, but with a hint of shame and anger, she stared at Droste closely.

It was as if a tiger ready to devour its prey was about to jump out and suppress this little bastard student who had been teasing him, even though... even though he had taken away the most important thing to him.

Although he doesn't seem to be that rude, sometimes he can be inexplicably gentle.

"Teacher, don't leave yet. I have prepared a small gift for you." Droste said with a smile, and then placed an exquisite small black box in Teacher Fremea's palm.

The box is not big, but it feels heavy.

“What…what is this…?” Even though she had always been bullied by Droste, Teacher Fremea was still very happy the moment she received the gift.

"Teacher Fremea, you can open it and take a look." Droste said with a smile, but the smile seemed to have a somewhat warm feeling.

"Um……"

Teacher Fremeia nodded: I didn't expect that this little bastard is so thoughtful. It seems that he is not as mischievous as he seems. He even knows to give gifts to the teacher. It seems that he is not a fool.

But as soon as it was opened, a puzzled look appeared on Teacher Fremea's face.

The small box contained a strange, embarrassing thing, and more than ten packs of Band-Aids. One of the Band-Aids was specially made, with a light pink pattern of a bat on it.

What is this? A magical custom band-aid?!?

"You...? What is this!?" Teacher Fremea looked confused, and then looked at Droste with a gloomy face. "You give girls gifts like this, right? No wonder no girl likes you."

After thinking for a while, Teacher Fremea remembered that the last time this little bastard asked her to prepare a few band-aids? !

Teacher Fremea, who was somewhat indignant, looked up at Xiao Ming, only to find that the latter was holding an identical box in his hand. He opened it slightly, and a sweet aroma overflowed from the box. It was obvious that a strong nutty aroma could be smelled. (End of this chapter)