I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

But Cocolia is Russian!

This kind of thing is obviously a traditional art of the extreme east, but it was carried forward by Cocolia, a Russian, during the semester.

I really don't know whether to praise or mourn.

Walter flipped through the history book, opened the PPT, and wanted to start lecturing.

Twitching shoulder to shoulder, he smelled a strange smell.

Like the sweetness of a girl?

He put down the book and said sternly, "Is there really no problem? Classmate Rosalia? Classmate Lilia?"

"Teacher, please continue teaching."

"Don't waste everyone's time for us."

"..."

Weird, very strange.

But this is the class of destiny, there are girls everywhere, and Walter, as a man, is not convenient to go up to find out the situation.

Isn't this also Bronya?

Seeing Bronya sitting between Rosalia and Lilia, he nodded. Although the vodka girls in the orphanage were known for being unruly and unreliable, Bronya knew it.

With Bronya around, Walter felt that he didn't have to worry at all.

The course went on like this.

As the school bell rang, Rosalia and Lilia closed their eyes as if resigned, ready to face the judgment of their sins.

Bronya took their hands.

"Follow me and escape together."

In a succinct manner, Rosalia blinked her star eyes, as if looking at the savior who fell from the sky.

"Sister Bronya!"

"run."

They are like the elegant wind, moving around in the spacious classroom, bypassing the crowded crowd, and disappearing in an instant.

When Bronya didn't speak, they thought they had been abandoned.

Unexpectedly, she was actually reconnaissance, planning a route, and taking them away from the scene as quickly as possible.

Bronya is an angel.

The student who wanted to rush up to touch or lick the two big tails suddenly felt lonely, and the outstretched hand froze in place. Before Mr. Walter could go far, he was suddenly hit by the bulls behind him.

It was nothing less than a super headbutt.

Walter sat down slowly, clutching his waist. History textbooks and lesson plans were scattered all over the place, and he was not in a hurry to pick them up.

"My waist..."

Uncle Wa was very tired, but the perpetrator didn't stop to apologize or something.

Are you afraid that he will touch porcelain?

Walter looked at the three figures who had walked away, and sighed secretly.

Unlike Mr. Walter's depression, in the classroom, those female classmates who were not touched were slightly stunned, and then fell into the indignation of the crowd.

"unacceptable!"

"Left and right hug, and a boyfriend, I'm so sour!"

"I want to hug left and right too!"

"Don't say anything, the acid is over."

"........."

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"Sister Bronya, there are no more chasing troops, where are we going?"

Rosalia asked.

She was not tired from running, and even had a chance to look back while running, and there were no chasing soldiers behind.

Bronya stopped immediately.

"I didn't expect that Saint Freya would be such a terrifying place..."

"Lilia Lilia, why are they scrambling to touch our tails, and they still don't give money after touching them?"

"It's liking our performance."

"Really?!"

Rosalia shouted with joy: "Then can we debut as school idols?"

She thought very well, and even entrusted Zhao Bai, an agent in her mind, to sell handshake coupons for idols, but the handshake coupons she sold were not for handshakes, but for tails.