"Uh, because it is, your school life, huh?"

Today is the entrance ceremony.

I was a little tearful listening to the headmaster's "story".

National Imperial Weird High School.

That's the name of the school I'm going to go to today.

I have an image of some pretty good guys coming together when it comes to the state, but not really.

Since this country became a military power based on the force of the intelligentsia, many schools were established to train young intelligentsias.

At first, only schools were created by the state, but gradually all the good teachers began to flow there when large companies began to create private schools with large sums of money.

In this day and age, those with financial means attend private schools in search of an exceptionally good educational environment. Besides, those judged by the state to have "excellent incompetence" also began to choose private schools, which are mostly all in a good environment. Because the state gives you the "right to choose a good educational environment" and you are completely exempt from tuition.

Thus, those who blurted out of it… that is, students who "are less useful" or "have personality or ability problems" came together in the nation. Among them, Emperor Weird High School is the "F" rank of the country's school rating rank. It is the lowest ranking of a number of psychic training schools.

I mean, "sweep up".

Desolate people with no place to go in school, rotten but incompetent people rumble around, and they're so insecure.

I couldn't stop crying when I read that on my online bulletin board.

Goodbye, my first love, goodbye, my fun high school life.

Oh, no.

I think I'm going to cry even though it's an admissions ceremony.

... but how long does this story last?

It's been about an hour since I felt physically.

The clock needle's barely working, is it?

◇ ◇ ◇

We freshmen were freed after the headmaster's story, which seemed to last forever.

It was about four hours old with a physical sensation, but it was only five minutes old actually.

What is this, scary?

Anyway, forget what I don't understand, I'm going to my own classroom.

He can go home when he meets his teacher today, and let's just get this over with and go home.

I was just rushing down the hall thinking so.

"Gahahahahahaha!!! I'm not even old, Bira Yellow Springs!!

Nasty laughter sounds in the hallway, a very small brunette long girl in front of me...

You mean you're in high school, right?

It's small, isn't it? Junior high? If I suck, is it elementary school?

He seems to hold something like a western doll dear.

Aside from that, the girl seemed tangled up in end-of-the-century Mohican students to see.

"Gahahahahaha!! If I didn't know how to study, I would have told you! I like this one with a 75 national deviation!

Seriously!? This Mohican is that smart!?

I mean, are you approaching such a little girl?

Are you serious?

You're done with a lot...

Not really.

The girl involved is clearly frightened.

Should I come in to help?

The freshman next to me looked surprised when he thought so.

"That distinctive laugh......! A. Could he..."

"You know what?

The freshman next door seems to know about that Mohican, so I decided to ask him.

"On the online bulletin board. There's a shitty senior who's talking about it..."

"Fuck you... how long?

"He's Kirizaki Nobol, a two-year wind discipline commissioner at Teikoku High School. The exogenous evaluation is [the one who amputates everything (Divider)]. That too, level two. Humans can be easily torn apart..."

Commissioner Kazaki!? With that head!?

No more than that...... ability to cut things off!?

Shit.

That personality and ability mesh and suck.

... You can't.

He's not the one I can handle!

Let's see how it goes here…

"Gahahahaha!! Just be my girlfriend, okay? I won't do anything wrong.

"... Huh!

Mohican blushing her cheeks grabs the girl's arm.

She wandered off and dropped the doll she had in her hand.

"Hmm? Dirty doll, huh? Are you playing with dolls when you're in high school? Gahahahaha!!"

With that said, the man, Kirizaki Nobol, stomped on the doll that fell to the floor thoughtfully.

"... Huh!!!

The girl, obviously, wolfed.

My face is hidden with my forehead and I don't see it well, but I can see it for a tear full of eyes.

Kirizaki said as he kicked the doll.

"Still no crap. It's a hobby. That's why I can't even make friends. I'll teach you a better hobby, okay?

... crappy hobbies?

Oh well, did he mention her doll as a crappy hobby?

Right, crappy hobbies...... better. Ho... enough to be.

I have a hobby for stone buddha...

That honorable face, I'm watching, but I dust it.

Each region has its own unique characteristics… all of which are warm.

Yeah, well, that girl's doll has some pretty, stylistically interesting stuff, too.

It must have been made with soul by a tasteful plastic artist.

Somewhere, it gives the Stone Buddha an apologetic feel that leads to it.

That's now being kicked... trampled?

To whom?

Why is that?

... 'crappy hobbies'?

Putung

In my head, something sounded cut.

I slowly walked out in front of Kirizaki Nobol, an upper Mohican student.

"What? Are you interrupting me? You want to die?

"... people's... hobbies..."

"Am I right? What? Oh, I can't hear you, you fucking kid.

I was holding my fist, breathing in thoughtfully, screaming.

"People's hobbies...... stupid, sorry yeah!!!!"

Atsushi Serizawa, an alien with temperature changing mutagenicity [temperature changing person (thermo operator)].

The boiling point seems very low.

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