Ordinary daily love with knotweed

"I'm sorry, teacher! I didn't skip class on purpose. In fact, I met aliens on the road, and then I was taken into a UFO by accident. When I was thrown off, I got lost in the forest." I spoke decisively, with a five-point tone Sorry, four points confused, one point flustered, very good, a fan-shaped statistical chart came out.

Hold on, Ayaya Hanakain, you can do it.

"Oh, that's it--did you think I would say that?!" the head teacher said angrily, "Anyway, no matter where you are, I must see you in the classroom in the next class!"

"Okay :)" I walked back dejectedly, "Yujin, how far is it from my school?"

Youroto smiled dryly and didn't dare to answer, how could he tell Aya that it was an hour's drive from the city.

I raised my head in doubt, and Hisuhito hesitated for a long time without speaking. He wanted to ask Gojo Satoru for help, but when he turned his eyes, he saw Gojo Satoru had slipped away. Before leaving, he gave him a thumbs up.

No, come back, Mr. Wutiao, I can't handle it!

Yuzu Yujin shouted in his heart, facing my suspicious gaze, his smile became more and more stiff, and finally he closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's an hour's journey from the city."

I split.

One hour? !It didn't take you an hour to come here behind my back!

"Yu Ren, can you lower your head?" I took a deep breath, and called out in a gentle voice that could drip water, Youruhito's pink hair was shaggy with vigilance, and my heart was chilling, and the vigilance of a dog told me He couldn't listen to Ayaya's words, he hesitated for a while, and didn't move for a while.

I became irritable, sneered, and decided to jump up and give him a headbutt.

Newton is indeed an eternal god, the effect of force is mutual, how could I forget this sentence.

Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

No, actually I didn't kill a thousand enemies. I looked at the pink hair who looked nothing unusual, but asked worriedly around me.

hateful.

dizziness.

I squatted on the ground with my forehead covered, impotent and furious: "I'm so mad!"

Those who were attacked were unscathed, but those who actively harmed others were severely hit.

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "So weak."

Fu Heihui: "Indeed."

The two hid in the grass and watched the whole process. They had never seen that beating someone could actually injure themselves.

Gojo Satoru: "Yes, Hanakain is just an ordinary female high school student."

The two of them didn't even look back, they complained blankly: "Tch, didn't you leave?"

"My lovely students are all outside, so the teacher has no choice but to come out and catch them back to class." Gojo Satoru held one in each hand, Nagasaki Maomao opened his teeth and claws, unwilling to be caught, Fuhei Maomao was calm and indifferent, quite a master demeanor.

"Hey, Youren, send him back and come to today's class. I'll give you a leave of absence."

Today is the second Knotweed brand roller coaster, you deserve it... a ghost.

When I got to school, the morning class was over!

I missed a morning class, and was taught by the head teacher for three hours, accusing me of looking down on his IQ, skipping class without a good reason, and finally waved my hand-let me go, of course it is impossible —Let me write a [-]-word review.

Vomiting blood.

"Isn't it usually three thousand words?" I tried to reason.

My homeroom teacher pushed his glasses and smiled ghostly: "Because you made two mistakes, first, absent from class, and second, absent from class. Three thousand at a time, is there a problem?"

"I didn't leave twice." I argued, "I really came back from the suburbs!"

The head teacher pointed at my shoes contemptuously and arrogantly, I lowered my head, the indoor shoes were right.

I looked at him with a confused face, not knowing what the problem was.

"I saw you when you entered school. Your shoes are clean. It doesn't look like you went to the suburbs, hmph."

The class teacher is full of confidence and believes in his own reasoning.

It turned out that it was because I didn't walk back by myself, but if I walked back by myself, my leg would be broken.

Then there's no way.

That being the case, Yuren, I leave my review to you.

……

That's why Youruhito is in my house.

I drank Coke, ate potato chips, and watched TV happily and leisurely. Yuren grabbed the pen holder, scratched his hair, and wrote the review in pain and silence.

With a painful expression on his face, he stopped after writing a few words, deleted, deleted, deleted and filled in, using what he had learned all his life to write a review for me.

I was secretly happy, and slid off the sofa: "Youren, come on."

He nodded, and comforted me in turn: "Aya, please watch TV at ease, I will finish writing for you, it will be fine."

Yoren, so cute.

"Yeah, I'll leave it to you." I stuffed a piece of potato chips into my mouth. It was the sea salt flavor I like. I looked at Yuren and decided to eat it by myself. Yuren probably didn't like it.

Knotaba Yuhito bit the tip of his pen, glanced at Ayaya, he didn't even give potato chips, cheapskate.

Cursing in his heart for a second, Kojou Yuhito looked at the swollen bump on Aya's forehead, but he was too guilty to speak.

Who... who knew that he would actually hurt himself in the end when he hit someone.

Yuzu Yuhito's eyes drifted away, and he touched his forehead, it was still a human head, he couldn't become a conjurer and even his species changed.

Of course, this can reflect how much strength I used at the time.

This incident told me not to do anything casually in the future, beating people is wrong.

"That..." Youren stammered, I didn't hear the next sentence after drinking the coke, I couldn't help but look at it in doubt, Youren stared at the paper on the table, "Is your head okay?"

In the last sentence, I actually heard a little bit of caution, and I ate another piece of potato chips: "It's okay, the swelling will subside tomorrow, probably."

"How much have you written?"

"There are still two thousand characters." Youren counted carefully before answering, I turned over and sat up, and moved to Youren's side.

"Wow, it's quick, well done." I patted Youruhito on the shoulder like a boss.

Youren's face was slumped, with a bitter and aggrieved expression: "It's so difficult to write, but luckily I have experience."

Writing a report as a conjurer is much more difficult than writing a review.

"Youren is often punished to write a self-criticism?" I retreated to the sofa, took a sip of Coke and potato chips, and then watched Youroto write a self-criticism.

Sure enough, people's happiness still has to be based on the pain of others.

"No, it's because our school has to write a report every time we hold an activity, and practice makes perfect." Youren stopped writing, never used short sentences if he could use long sentences, and tried to count as many words as possible.

"What activity still needs to write a report?"

"Ah, it's just...extracurricular research." Knotabagi Yujin's tone was weak, and removing the curse spirit was considered an extracurricular practice.

"Oh, that's for a report." I nodded and didn't continue to ask.

Knotabazu Yuhito breathed a sigh of relief, and then accelerated the speed of writing on his hands.

It's too dangerous, only this matter must never be told to Aya.