Chapter 33, worn corners of table?

Thoughtful?
But Bernadette felt that she had gone a little crazy.

He originally needed a maid to help him take care of his skin at home, but she refused last night.

It is to prevent this mark from being erased.

She didn't even clean herself seriously yesterday.

Without knowing the preservation of the black charcoal, Bernadette did not dare to take any risk.

In the morning, she needs to hold down the hem of her skirt to avoid being noticed by the wind or other dangerous sight.

This absurd and exciting feeling of being discovered kept Bernadette alert and excited at all times.

Excitement follows.

Sure enough, it seems like I met someone who knows how to have fun.

Bernadette thought so as she gently pinched the tender flesh on her thighs through the brown and yellow retro skirt.

The slight tingling feeling made me want to calm down.

My heart kept beating and a feeling of uneasiness filled my whole body.

Shame, anger, excitement.

I just don’t know when that boy will come over, and the girl next to him seems to be very pretty.

He's also a cat-person.

Is it also a toy for evil boys?
It seems that he is very knowledgeable and understands a lot.

Let's see what happens after he comes to the student union president's office.

As she thought about it, Bernadette stood up and walked around the large desk.

In the corner of the table that is farthest from the door and most remote.

Bernadette gently moved the book that was hidden on the corner of the table.

The black table corner, which should have been delicate and heavy, had traces of wear and tear, revealing the original color of the wood inside.

The paint seems to have been damaged a bit.

Bernadette's hand gently stroked the corner of the table, with some anticipation.

……

Droste is still unaware of his own reputation as a pure, innocent, and loving young handsome boy.

He turned into a demon with an evil and weird mind.

The get out of class had just ended, and Droste closed his book and leaned gently on his stool.

Patrick, who was sitting in front of him, immediately turned around and spoke.

"Hey, Droste, do you know what the next class is?"

As he spoke, Droste's expression was mysterious and cunning.

It doesn't look like a human at all, but more like a rat from the Skaven tribe.

I was afraid that Patrick would open his mouth and say the classic quote: "Rat, I..."

Droste immediately responded: "What class?"

"How about you beg me to tell you?"

Patrick leaned back with a somewhat mean expression.

"Come on, grandson of yours, hurry up and speak."

"Oh, I'll tell you."

"The next class is where I can see Mr. Mowen's class! Did you know that?"

"Magic Pattern Teacher?"

When Droste heard the name, he was suddenly stunned.

I felt vaguely familiar, but I didn't know what it was.

"Yes, it's the teacher with the magic pattern on his face. You don't know him, do you?"

Patrick's expression became somewhat thoughtful, and a breath of holy light hit him.

"The magic pattern on her face is so beautiful, coupled with her charming temperament! Oh, I can't help it. Although I like loli, the teacher is really great!" "Teacher Ilinal? Spider-Man?"

As soon as Droste heard the words magic pattern and charming temperament, this person immediately appeared in his mind.

"Yeah, but why Spider-Man? It sounds so ugly."

Patrick curled his lips and continued to add.

"His temperament is simply amazing. Other teachers can't compare to him at all."

"Even teacher Fremea can't compare to me! I said!"

"Then what should I call her? How about Spider-Woman. She's very similar to Spider-Man."

Droste rolled his eyes and said.

"And Teacher Fremea is so normal. Teacher Ilinal, I feel it's very dangerous. She probably loves eating fat white people like you the most."

"Then you will be hung upside down in a house with a huge net above you. You will be trapped in the middle of the net and the white cocoon will wrap you up."

Droste smiled and imitated the atmosphere, pretending to be terrifying with his eyes.

"When Teacher Ilinal gets hungry, she will wrap you up and eat you alive."

Patrick’s fat face trembled, and the fat on his body began to tremble: “You… stop talking.

What can I do? I'll just stick with Lolita. "

Droste nodded in agreement and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's not your fault that you like lolita. It's just that this world is too distorted. You can do it."

"what……"

Just as Patrick was about to say something, the school bell rang.

"Come on, let's go. It's time for physical education class. We can go to the entrance of the health room then."

After saying that, Patrick ran out of the classroom excitedly.

"You guys don't learn your lesson, do you?"

Droste stretched his body and stood up.

……

The Royal Academy of Aretes has a wide variety of sports programs.

Moreover, most of them are mainly aimed at cultivating interests, and there are even more classes that specialize in these competition projects.

The class that Drost is in is generally just for normal knowledge training, and then they will use that knowledge to make progress in various careers.

So now physical education class is also a good opportunity for Droste and his class to relax.

It is still April in Monk City and the weather is a little cool, so it is a good time for everyone to do some outdoor activities.

When the weather gets hotter in summer,
The Aretes Royal School for the Nobles offers something more suitable for the weather, more commonly known as swimming lessons.

By then, there will be all kinds of beautiful girls in the school, whether they are human, orcs or other races.

There are all kinds of races and all kinds of swimsuit styles, it’s dizzying to take in.

This is what Patrick and Droste had been nagging about throughout the class.

"I didn't expect you to know so much about this knowledge." Droste gave a thumbs up sincerely.

"Of course. But do you want to go to the infirmary now?" Patrick patted his chest, and the fat on his body shook.

"What are you going to the health room to see..."

Droste's tone was hesitant.

After all, before school started, Teacher Ilinar approached him very seductively, and then used some body language to make him sufficiently awake and energized.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm looking forward to having a more in-depth exchange with classmate Droste. Come to the health room to find me then. Got it?"

Teacher Irinale's charming and seductive words still echoed faintly in Droste's ears.

"Let's go see Teacher Ilinal. She looks so beautiful in her work clothes, a white coat!"

Patrick dragged him to the infirmary with some excitement.

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