What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Mysterious zone = "New York alley =" Miscellaneous talk corner

Where is the landlord's father?

Dear friends, you said that there are so many Norse gods and mutants in New York, are there any magicians?

2L

100 years of professional sofa grabbing

Where did 3L's father go?

==Poke the chrysanthemum upstairs

4L

If nothing else, I will like the ID of the host

5L goodness biscuits

...I said, why don't you check the questions once in a while (╯‵口′)╯︵┻━┻

Let me answer the host: Avada Kedavra~

Where did 6L's father go?

Okay, thank you upstairs for your support [indifferent smiling face]

7L The king will conquer the world

Don't be afraid, the little biscuit is under my feet

8L

Fuck, I took a look at the host, he is a newcomer, he actually blows up Biscuit Da Da and Zong Gong Master [horrified face]

Where did 9L's father go?

...it's an honor

10 Little Ice Cream doesn't like to be cute

Why is the host so obsessed with where Dad went?

11 old popsicles twenty-five cents a catty

B, that's just his ID...

12 The uniform is my original

Hugging the upper thigh: I didn’t throw your lid out on purpose/(ㄒoㄒ)/～～

……

……

I turned off the webpage with black lines all over my head, and stuffed the phone back into my pocket.Is this site really an irrigation area?I watched this post build almost a hundred floors in one fell swoop, but half of the content was about a few old people stationed in the station chatting about the old days, and the other half was about others worshiping Da Da — completely ignoring me as the poster. Hey !

Nick looked at the blackboard and reminded me without changing his face: "Mr. Sekers has seen you five times."

I quickly sat up straight and looked up at the blackboard, and began to seriously think about how to arrange for little sister Meera.

After three days of frightening, I finally realized that secretly raising a loli is completely unrealistic.

The eating problem is okay, I left her the key, she just needs to go out to eat after we all go out, but Mela's washing problem gives me a bit of a headache, every time I come home, I have to double check the bathroom Leave the black curly hair - our whole family is blonde.Another big trouble is Peter. Hulk doesn’t come to the house every day. In order to let Meera avoid Peter, I cleaned out my closet and made a Doraemon style bedroom for Meera. Can hide in when there are people.But every time Peter came to me to exchange "brotherhood", I still couldn't help but shudder.

Mela has dropped her pretense completely, she is wearing my old T-shirt, she is calmly reading comics in my closet with the lamp on, and complains about my overwrought: "Idiot, I told you, 'Gentleman' novel It's all a lie!"

I started plucking my hair again, treating it like Mela's curly hair: Throw her out, it's unlikely...even if it's not my good mouth, but the little loli is still a little loli...placed in hostel?Even more unlikely, neither of us have ID cards.After much deliberation, I still think that the only best plan is to find her real father as soon as possible...

Just as I was scratching my head, something suddenly occurred to me.

I poked Nick: "Hey bro, are your parents home lately?"

Although Nick looks like a loser, his parents are both elite figures, they seem to be drug researchers, and they often need to travel on business. Nick's daily life is almost in charge of the nanny and aunt at home, that is to say ...

Nick glanced at me: "I left yesterday, and I'll be back at the end of the month."

I was relieved, and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, then I will leave something at your house tomorrow, and I will pick it up at the end of the month."

I used to secretly buy comics and dare not take them back. That's what I did. Nick nodded understandingly.

I'm proud of myself for solving a big problem so smartly, without feeling at all self-conscious about calling Meera a "thing" - you can't say Meera isn't a thing, can you?

That night, I explained to Meera that I was going to transfer her out. Meera didn't respond, but just nodded lightly: "Well, I had a hunch when you went out in the morning."

Me: "..." Why do I feel like a heartbreaker?

No matter how much I harassed Mela that night, she always had a calm expression, but as soon as I turned my head away, she would stare at me resentfully, and when I looked back, she would be calm again.

Before going to bed, Meera yawned and opened the closet door, and suddenly asked, "Do you feel a strong sense of guilt in your chest?"

"Uh..." I touched my nose.

"Actually, it's not necessary, just help me find my father." Meera had already laid down and smiled a little, "Good night." Then she closed the closet door.

I exhaled and felt better.

But just as I was about to turn off the light, another sentence came from the closet: "I ate all your pudding, don't be angry."

"..."

After class the next day, I quickly dragged Nick out, fearing that if I procrastinated, I would bump into Peter, but he seems to be very busy recently, it seems that his "study group" is working on a new topic again.

Before going out in the morning, I told Mela to wait for me at the "Zero Igloo" around 04:30. Nick and I walked out of the school gate and walked to this cold drink shop for 5 minutes. Mela was sitting by the window and waving to me.

I took Nick to sit across from Meera and ordered two Cokes.

Nick stopped me: "I don't drink Coke."

"...there is no hydrochloric acid here."

Nick (⊙﹏⊙) b: "I just want to drink juice."

"...a glass of orange juice, thank you."

Meera had been obediently watching me and Nick laughing, looking innocent.Nick looked at her, then at me, and suddenly showed a knowing expression.

I quickly slapped him across the face: "This is my sister."

Nick touched his face and questioned slowly: "Your sister?"

"Your sister! It's really my sister!" Although I am a lolicon, I don't intend to attack young girls!

Meera smiled brightly: "Actually, it might not be Ellen's sister~"

I looked nervously at Meera, could it be...she treats me?

Meera took a spoonful of the milkshake and ate it, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's my sister~"

cold joke?

Although it wasn't funny, but the topic just now was a diversion, and I quickly explained the situation to Nick.

Nick's face turned from blue to white, from white to red, from red to black, and he raised his voice in a rare way: "So you mean, you picked up a loli and want to put it in my house temporarily?"

"Uh, it can be summed up like this." I pointed to Meera, "Look, what a cute and sensible little loli, you don't suffer at all—of course you are absolutely not allowed to do anything to her!"

Nick drank the iced orange juice in one gulp, and spread his head on the seat: "You let me calm down for a while, let me calm down for a while..."

I knew that he agreed, so I sat next to Meera: "Meera, look, you know the situation on my side, it's too easy to be discovered, this is my good brother Nick, his family No one cares about him, and someone will cook for you, which is much better than hiding in my bedroom."

Meera twitched her lips.

"Bedroom?" Nick, who was pretending to be dead, suddenly woke up.

I didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to persuade Meera: "I promise you, at the end of the month at most, I'll help you find your father, okay?"

After eating the last bit of milkshake, Meera still had a little unhappy face, but she nodded obediently, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mela suddenly put a hand on my forehead, I was stunned for a moment, but saw that Mela retracted her hand, with a smile on her face, I probably knew that Mela was using her ability, so I asked: "How do you feel?" What's up?"

"Two things." Meera smiled cutely. "First, you will keep your promise. Second, your brother is very unhappy."

I will keep the promise?That means I can help her find her father?But I don't even believe what I said just now... My brother is very upset?my brother?

I finally saw Peter standing outside the glass window with a resentful face. He was leaning on the window, staring at Meera and me.

Where he couldn't see, Meera smiled innocently at me—it was all an illusion!

I couldn't help but shiver, as for?I just went out to have a cold drink with my classmates, as for? ?

Peter scolded me mercilessly: "I searched the school building, the toilet, the library (how could I go to this kind of place?), and you ended up dating a girl!"

I was dumbfounded: "How can I date a girl?"

Peter was furious: "Then the guy sitting next to you just now was a transvestite boy?"

All right.I was powerless: "Even if Meera is a woman—the eldest is only eleven or twelve years old, and you can't ignore Nick, okay? Even if I have a wingman, I won't bring such a one?"

With "I'm angry" written all over his face, Peter refused to talk to me and threw a load of study materials.

I caught it, and fell down on the bed. I flipped through it a little. It was the general subject materials for the entire first grade. It seemed that Peter had compiled them himself. It's not that it doesn't take time to make a thick stack.

Peter turned his back to me: "The monthly exam is coming soon, I hope you don't spend your time eating ice cream with the girl."

"Tell me I'm not with girls, and... thank you, Peter."

That night Peter sneaked out again through the window. I wondered how he managed to study hard and make progress every day while protecting the citizens of New York. Oh, and he also helped me sort out a set of study materials.

I dug out the physics part and wanted to take a good look at it, but as always dizzy, I had to put it down and smile bitterly: Peter's hard work was wasted after all.After thinking about it carefully, I still put this stack on the bedside with a guilty conscience, maybe it can bless my grades?

Before I went to bed, I logged into the "mysterious zone" again, and found that there were still people replying to my post, but most of them were flooding, and some people swore that "there must be magicians", and claimed that they were Muggle behavior researchers. An official in the New York Office of the Division?

I flipped through a few pages and decided to quit, only to find that I had received a private message from a guy named "Handsome Guys Love Flip-Flops". He sent a sentence: "What do you want to find a magician for?"

For some reason, I felt that this "flip-flop" should not be someone who was so bored that he casually sent private messages, so I replied: "I picked up something belonging to a magician, and I want to return it to him."

"Flip-flops" didn't reply to my private message for the time being, and I quit the forum and went to sleep without thinking too much.

Once again having a bedroom to myself is simply refreshing!

【Small Theater: Clouds in the Bedroom】

Meera finally found her father, who came to thank the Parker family with a gift.

S: Mr. Parker, thank you very much for bringing Meera back to me.

Allen: It's okay, it should be.

S: I'm so sorry to hear that you let her disturb you in your bedroom for a few days.

Alan:  …

Peter is aggressive: bedroom?

Mei Heng glared: Bedroom?

S: Haha, you guys seem to have some housework to do, so I'll take my leave first.