The Holy Grail of Self-discipline Xiawuren

Before seeing the nitrous in the mouth of a casual fan friend, I encountered the first crisis since amnesia.

I don’t know why my shadow became alive, just like the literal meaning, it suddenly moved by itself, although there is still a thin black line connecting me and the shadow, but this is not good ah.

After all, the shadow of a normal person doesn't move at all, it's not a living creature with legs.

The accident not only frightened me, but also frightened the casual fan. He even took off his sunglasses, revealing those two incomparable blue eyes.

Considering that the moving shadow has not shown any harm so far, I will temporarily let a casual fanmate look at it.

"It's actually with Serva

t appeared the same energy fluctuations. "

He glanced at Alice.

The little girl with silver-pink hair approached me not to be outdone, she pulled my robe and said to me with her little face raised.

"Master, it's Hassan. He said there is a bad smell here, and he wants to come out to protect the master."

After saying this, Alice pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Alice is also very strong, she can protect the master well!"

The angry little girl even stepped forward to step on the shadow a few times, feeling the anger of her companion, the black shadow that was still rolling like a cloud finally calmed down.

"Bad breath?"

I squinted my eyes and squinted at the temporary fan friend. Could it be related to this guy?

Sensing my distrust of him, the casual fanboy raised his hands to show his innocence.

"I didn't do anything. It's definitely not me."

He swore a promise.

But why am I so unbelievable?

Just when I was trying to see through the real face of the temporary fan friend with my eyes, a very energetic shout came from not far away.

"Teacher Wutiao, we are going shopping later, do you want to go together?"

A healthy young man with pink hair waved to this side with a hearty smile. Behind him was a young man with a thorny hairstyle like a sea urchin, and a girl with brown hair with her hips akimbo.

While saying hello, they walked towards the place where my temporary fan friends and I were. As we got closer, I realized that the school uniforms of the three looked similar, but they were different in details. It turns out that religious schools still pay attention to students. Between the different personality development?

"Oh wow, the teacher is next to the new teacher? Conjurer? The clothes are so cool!"

The pink-haired boy looked at me curiously. His eyes were pure curiosity and admiration, which did not make people feel disgusted.

It looks like a dyed pistachio, this is my first impression of the pink-haired boy, much friendlier than a temporary meal.

"It turns out that there are teachers other than you in the school."

The spokesperson is a girl with brown hair, and the "you" in her mouth refers to a temporary fan friend.

"Ah."

The boy with the head of a sea urchin who doesn't know if he agrees or disagrees.

But unfortunately, I am not a teacher in a religious school. Today is the first time I am here, and I haven't even collected the first-hand information completely.

"Bingo~ Everyone guessed wrong~"

The temporary meal buddies happily denied the students' guesses.

"Cut." The brown-haired girl pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

"That's it." The pink-haired boy suddenly realized.

Just when the temporary fanmate took the opportunity to teach the students 'how to correctly guess the identity and purpose of the opponent', I felt the hem of my robe being pulled a few times.

Bowing her head, it was Alice who was pulling the fabric that had been pinched in her hand.

I bent down, put my ears in front of the little girl, and got a breathy sound.

"Master, that person has a very bad breath."

She was referring to vitality pistachios.

I also noticed this, there are two completely different auras in that young man, one light and one dark, one hot and one cold, the difference is very big.

Looking at the black shadow that had calmed down before, but fluctuated slightly at this moment, I realized in my heart that the shadow would fluctuate violently before, probably because I sensed the approach of the pink-haired boy.

"What are you whispering about? Teacher Wutiao also listens~"

The casual fanboy abandoned his students and forced his way to Alice and me.

In order to avoid face-to-face with/unfamiliar men, I controlled my body and shrank back slightly, which inevitably led to the interruption of my conversation with Alice.

"whispering sound……"

I saw it, you pouted, casual fan friend, is it really good to learn and sell students like this?

I suddenly had some concerns about the future career of those students.

In the end, because the three students who found me and the temporary fan friend and sent out the invitation link were unlucky enough to be detained by their Wutiao teacher in the training ground for special training.

Listening to the tea-haired girl complaining that she couldn't find the latest bags on sale, I rubbed my nose.

I can probably understand the behavior of the temporary fan friend. After all, an unknown person who looks like a former friend appears next to him. No matter who he is, he will not be at ease. In this case, it is naturally better to hold the threat in his hands.

If it were me, I would have taken the same measures, just to implicate these children and smash their plan to go shopping.

When our group walked to the training ground, I found that the upright panda I saw before had disappeared. I guess it must have gone back to the forest to chew bamboo.

"Does Alice want to play?"

In the venue, a casual fan friend was tossing a few of his students, looking at the cute little girl sitting next to me, I couldn't bear to let her not have the childhood memories she deserved.

Alice shook her head.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?"

I turned my eyes to the picture book of fairy tales in the other party's arms.

Hearing what I said, the little girl's light purple eyes lit up, and she happily put the picture book into my hand.

When I got the picture book, I was overwhelmed by the weight beyond guessing. It doesn't look particularly big, so how could it be so heavy?Fortunately, my strength is still great.

Accompanied by the sound of training on the side, I told Alice a story about the Hun King Attila's domination of Eurasia.

"Oh~ isn't it Altera?"

The casual fan who was supposed to be in the training ground came over at some point, and those students followed behind him like tails.

"Because the name Altera is cuter."

I explained, and Alice nodded in agreement.

"That's right~"

The casual fanboy once again dragged out his tone of voice, causing the real high school girl to roll her eyes.

"But isn't Attila the King of the Huns? Why do you think she is a killing machine that only destroys?"

Obedient to my statement, the casual fanboy asked other questions.

Obviously, this question exposed the fact that he had been eavesdropping on my conversation with Alice from the beginning to the end, but he didn't care. Instead, he stared at me with shining eyes, waiting for my explanation.

A casual meal friend is a person who has no sense of proportion and boundaries. I realized this matter again. The first time I realized this cruel truth was when the other party ignored me and wanted to go to Orange Hall for dinner with me. when.

"That's because someone installed a command system in Attila's body, ordering Attila with a high force value to destroy everywhere. Since he didn't realize the fact that he was being manipulated, Attila mistakenly thought that All acts of destruction are of her own volition. Therefore, Altera sees herself as a killing machine."

I magically changed the story in the picture book, which frightened the audience for a moment.

"Altila is really stupid."

The pink-haired boy cried with tears in his eyes.

"Why don't you just kill the mastermind behind the scenes?"

The brown-haired girl was furious.

"..."

The boy with the head of a sea urchin remained silent.

The abnormal one was the temporary fan friend. He lowered his head so that the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, and the silver-white hair on his head lost its proper luster for a moment.

"Then what happened to Attila who was in control?"

The normal adult tone came from the mouth of the casual meal friend.

Yes, I did not get to the end of Attila's story, because I was interrupted before that.

So I started to narrate the story of the Hun King who was modified by the devil.

"In the end, after going through some twists and turns, Altila defeated the person who controlled her, but because of her past, she didn't think she was worthy of being saved, so after giving the sword of the military god to her friend, she Slowly toward death."

Hearing this fairly perfect ending, the pink-haired boy and the brown-haired girl cried into each other's arms, and even the sea urchin head, who was always in a calm mood, shrugged his shoulders a little.

Alice has shrunk into my arms wiping her tears.

"Wow, Alice will definitely help Attila deliver chocolates to the master in the future, Altila is really pitiful~"

Um?Why send chocolates for Altila?Why are you giving me chocolate?Isn't this a magical story?

I feel that there is a deep generation gap between me who lost my memory and this group of people in front of me, and I feel tired.

"How could she accept the fact of her death so easily? This is too much. Doesn't she know how irresponsible her actions are?"

"Since you have destroyed so many things, you should take the responsibility and say 'death is my final destination', these are all bullshit! What about the people who are left behind?"

The temporary meal friend suddenly roared.

I have to say that I was really scared. From the moment I met him, except for silently studying me with his eyes, he was a female high school student most of the time, and suddenly turned into an incompetent and furious adult. It's really unimaginable.

Even the few students beside him were frightened. The tears of the pink-haired boy and the tea-haired girl who were still crying before were froze in their eye sockets for a moment, with no intention of daring to shed them. He also stared at his teacher with wide eyes.

As the one who caused all this to happen, I feel the need to take responsibility.

"It's just a story, Satoru."

After thinking about it, I finally called him by the name I heard from the Panda and Night Moth Principal.

"Really?"

Hearing his name, the owner of the blue eyes raised his head and looked at me weakly.