Color painting collection and a certain strongest

Since a transfer student came to the class, the hairline of the head teacher of Class A of the fourth year has moved back crazily. It was originally just a bald forehead with a little shine, but it quickly evolved into a Mediterranean in just one month.

The head teacher burst into tears: I am too difficult.

It's literally a career flop these days!

For example, when he turned his head after entering the classroom, he saw this little devil leaning on the chair with his legs crossed.

"Student Wutiao, put your feet down!"

"Hi~"

You should let it go!

For example, I saw the opponent's cheeks bulging and moving during class.

"Student Wutiao, you are not allowed to eat in class!"

"understood."

I know, if you don’t spit it out, at least swallow it!

When get out of class was over and I was about to leave, I turned around and saw the manga in the other party's hand.

"Student Wutiao! Go to school, ah, forget it..."

Reading extracurricular books after class is a student's freedom. Rather, this extremely capricious little devil waited until after class to read comics. His education must have had a good effect!

.......

"The long-winded Mediterranean." Gojo Satoru and Lantang commented on their class teacher when they had lunch together.

Then I got a surprise from Lantang: "Don't give your elders ugly nicknames."

Mao Mao touched his forehead and was extremely wronged: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's just a super weak ordinary person."

"..." Before Lan Tang could speak, Ayumi, who had been sticking to her for lunch with her for some reason since the beginning of school, spoke first: "Senior Wujo, you can't say that about the teacher, you have to use honorifics." .”

!!!

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up 'shua', and a sunflower suddenly turned to look at Lan Tang: "Lan Tang!"

Lan Tang: "?"

Gojo Satoru had a serious face: "I think this guy is right, we should all be polite!"

Yoshida Ayumi: "Ah, how can you use 'this guy' to call someone."

Lan Tang: "...Well, so?"

The five cats and cats saw poorly: "Lantang, you should also call me senior or senior! Be polite, Lantang!"

"...Heh!" Lan Tang's forehead was bulging with veins, and he raised his fist with a smile.

So Mao Mao, who only heard the information he wanted to hear, once again ushered in Lantang's Iron Fist of Love!

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......

During the first month of school, Lantang also gradually adapted to the life of ordinary children.

Especially recently, there are no new super curses in Tokyo. Lantang only goes to school every day, waters the flowers on weekends, makes enough desserts, takes a plate of biscuits, and sits on the balcony while basking in the sun while watching his favorite movies. A collection of poems, in the evening I put a bathtub of water for the little white cat who has been wandering for a day.

Cleaning and other housework was handed over to the toolmen, and Lan Tang, who only cooks three meals a day, mixed happiness into delicious food.

Even the night moth Zhengdao, who is often on business trips, said that the rice cooked by Lan Tang has a more homely taste.

In such an ordinary and peaceful life, it seems that the wind is gentle.

Although I read aloud with other children in the class: "one by one, one by one, two by two", "spring is here, and the little animals are waking up" and so on, it's still a bit embarrassing.

Immersed in the gentle pace of life, Lan Tang felt a little annoyed when he suddenly received a task.

The cautious voice of the logistics staff came from the phone: "Mr. Attil, the chairman of the Gu Group wants to invite you to their house to get rid of the first-level curse that was born suddenly, and..."

"No," Lan Tang coldly refused with a hoarse falsetto, "It's just a first-level curse, let others go."

His peaceful life cannot be broken by a mere curse.

The logistics almost didn't cry: "Yes, but, according to the client, there is actually something hidden about this task, and he doesn't want to say the specific reason, but he insisted on inviting you, Mr. Attil, and paid a large sum of money." remuneration."

"Oh."

Lan Tang, who was not short of money, planned to hang up the phone indifferently, and the logistics staff quickly added: "There is also a pocketbook left by the famous American pastry chef Mr. Stephen in the reward!"

"..." Lan Tang stopped the hand that hung up the phone.

The dessert journal of the legendary pastry chef Stephen.

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"It is said that there are hundreds of homemade desserts recorded in the book. Originally, the client planned to let the chef at home study it and make it for his daughter!"

“…”

Lan Tang showed tangled and longing eyes: Crazy Heartbeat.jpg

“Most of them are calcium-fortified and nutritious healthy desserts for kids!”

"..."

Lan has always been a head shorter than Gojo Satoru. Tang said: "Where is the location!"