[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

The acting team leader, who was on duty for the day, held a stack of notebooks and frowned: "The homework is handed in."

Zhiyu Sakurana was surprised: "Homework?"

"That's right, both physics and Chinese have to be collected as homework. It was arranged on the blackboard two days ago, and I didn't see such a big character? You...you didn't write it, did you?"

It's not that it's not written, Zhiyu Yingna said: "There is nothing on the blackboard."

"Then, think of a way for yourself. I'm only responsible for collecting homework. Or, when the time comes, you can tell the teacher yourself?"

She has no objection: "OK."

"Let me tell you," the girl lowered her head and whispered, "Did you go on duty that day? The homework for both subjects was written on the blackboard, and it must have been erased before you came back."

Zhiyu Yingna hummed: "I see."

The girl was a little sympathetic, but also a little angry: "Anyway, you are like this now, so there is nothing to be afraid of. If I do, I will fight with them."

Zhiyu Yingna glanced at her: "Hirano, you can go if you want, and there is no one stopping you."

"You," Hirano's face sank, he turned around and left with the book in his arms, "You really don't know what's good and what's wrong, and your concern for others is so eccentric. No wonder everyone doesn't like you. I'm just talking nonsense when I'm full. .”

Zhiyu Yingna nodded: "Yes, you are full."

Hirano jumped in anger, turned around and left.

It’s really not easy to be a student. After finishing class all morning like being in jail, Oriha Sakura packed up the things on the table, and some girls came to convey the teacher’s meaning to her: “Teacher Eguchi said that this time The homework is not difficult, and it was assigned two days in advance, so the students in Group A should not be unable to complete it."

She spread her hands: "What can I do if I don't finish it?"

The other party didn't seem to care much about this attitude, and said sternly: "Mr. Jiangguchi said that you should report to him before eating, and tell me the reason."

"In the office?"

"Not in the office. The teacher just came back from a business trip. He is going to get the lesson plans and materials. It's in the reference room. Hurry up, I have the key to the reference room, and I have to rush over to open the door for Mr. Eguchi."

The girl urged: "Hurry up, everyone is short on time, and I'm still in a hurry to eat."

It's not rushing to reincarnate.Zhiyu Yingna cleared her things slowly: "Okay, you lead the way."

Before Keigo Atobe came, the school of Hyotei had already occupied a large area, and the distance between the buildings could make people break their legs.The girl led her to go more and more erratically, seeing that this direction really didn't look like going to the reference room, Zhiyu Yingna simply stopped and didn't leave.

"Go, you, why don't you go?"

The girl frowned impatiently: "Hurry up, I don't have so much free time to waste here with you, your time is worthless, mine is worth it!"

Zhiyu Sakura complained: "Are you lying to me, this is not the direction to the reference room at all."

"What do you think you know?" The girl scolded Zhiyu Sakurana disdainfully, and grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in front of her: "This is a newly built reference room, so don't ask so many questions if you don't understand, just follow me Now, where is all this nonsense?"

The girl snorted coldly and let go, Zhiyu Yingna carefully grabbed her wrinkled collar and looked at her in fear: "Yes... I'm sorry."

She persisted: "If you know you are wrong, you can still save, but you are really serious, shouldn't it be something that kindergartens know about not causing trouble to others? Didn't your father tell you?"

Zhiyu Yingna lowered her head, as if she was about to cry: "I'm sorry."

"Oh, I remembered," the girl smiled maliciously, and apologized hypocritically: "I'm really sorry, I don't have a good memory, and I forgot. Your father committed suicide by taking poison a long time ago. I'm really sorry to mention your sadness ah."

The girl said threateningly: "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I don't mind," Zhiyu Sakura bit her lower lip, her eyes were red: "It's just a misunderstanding, it's okay."

The girl nodded, as a matter of course: "Let's go, now the misunderstanding is over. I said, don't think about everything so darkly. You don't have many friends. If you don't sharpen your bad personality, you will become suspicious. You deserve to be rejected by others."

Zhiyu Yingna nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

"Follow," the girl gave a step back and signaled with her eyes, "Forget it, you can go ahead."

"……it is good."

The girl felt a bit of contempt in her heart: she thought it would be so hard, but the mud still couldn't support the wall.

The two of them didn't talk all the way, Zhiyu Sakura would be pushed forward as long as she slowed down a little bit, the girl seemed to be proud of enjoying the pleasure of dominating others.

Weaving Sakura used to be very powerful, his father was a member of parliament, he was picked up by car every day to and from school, he ate delicious food, and lived in a villa.The girl is a bit jealous and contemptuous: So what if she was arrogant before, no wonder she committed suicide in fear of crime, maybe it was all because of her father's greed!

The daughter born of such a man is definitely not a good product.

She pouted behind Zhiyu Sakurana: "You bitch."

Zhiyu Sakura suddenly turned her head, with a strange expression on her face: "What did you say?"

The girl's heart skipped a beat: "What... what?"

"I'll ask you again." She repeated, "What did you just say?"

The girl's legs softened, and she should have scolded back severely, but she subconsciously changed her words: "...I didn't say anything just now, probably...you probably heard it wrong."

Seeming to have found a reason, the girl quickly nodded in affirmation: "You heard wrong."

Zhiyu Yingna wondered: "Did I hear wrong?"

The pressure suddenly disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

Heck.

The girl was angry from her guts, stepped forward and pushed her: "Hurry up."