Tutor: The Queen is the Queen

"Mina-san turned to page 38 of the history textbook. In the last class, it was about..." The teacher's voice sounded on the podium, and the rustling of notes slowly sounded in the classroom.

Ayano spread out the blank notebook, but practiced calligraphy with a calm expression. Her Japanese writing is still not perfect. Italian and English can be written smoothly and gracefully, but Japanese is not very good.

"It's all words that I can't remember. It's really bad..." Tsunayoshi Sawada sat on the seat and stared at the history textbook as if he was reading a bible.

Iori on the side covered his mouth and smiled when he heard his words, "Sawada, of course you can't memorize by rote, and you need to have skills in memorizing textbooks, but my sister is an exception. Her memory is good, and she has a thick family history. She recites everything verbatim."

When Ayano heard Yizhi's words, she didn't raise her eyes, and practiced calligraphy calmly.

"Family history?" Tsunayoshi Sawada's eyes circled. Does anyone still memorize family history?By the way, which family will have a thick family history for future generations to memorize?

"The family history of the Chiran family is very long. I brought that book from Italy, but it's in my room. I can let you read it when I have time," Iori said with a smile.

"Uh..." Tsunayoshi Sawada broke into a cold sweat, looking at family history?It's so long, so I don't want it, but she and Ayano-san are both in Italy, the same as Prisoner?

"Iori, you can't show that kind of thing to outsiders," Ayano finally said calmly. There are many family secrets in the family history, so they can't be seen casually.

Iori stuck out her tongue, "Sister, I know I was wrong"

...Ayano-san doesn't want to see me.Sawada Tsunayoshi thought with tears in his eyes.

Family history... Ayano's pen tip paused slightly, and the calm ripples in her closed eyes slightly opened.

Nearly 800 years ago, the Chiran family began in this land of Japan. The first head of the family, Chiran Yangluo, was a genius. Arrived in Italy.

Chiran Yangluo's weapon, the scarlet whip, is extremely powerful, with some incredible and shocking power. It is a weapon that generations of Chiran family heads have dreamed of inheriting.

But in fact, the weapon only recognized the first generation, and the leader of the second generation has never touched the red whip.

Later, the third generation was also admitted, but the whip seemed to be lost after the third generation. If you want to tell Ayano, it might as well be that the weapon disappeared on its own. She felt that way somehow.

The whip symbolizes majesty and victory, and even the powerful Chiyan whip is still the existence that the current Chiran family is constantly looking for.

Ayano closed her eyes slightly, remembering the words her father used to sigh every day, "It would be great if the red whip can return to the family..."

The leaders of the Chiran family will inherit the mission of looking for the Chiyan whip from generation to generation, but she Chiran Ayano will not spend effort to find something she is not rare.

"Huh?" Ayano raised his eyes and looked at the back of Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was troubled by everything, and a monster with round bloody eyes was staring at him.

Che, ever since passing through the swamp where monsters gather, her eyes have often been able to see this ugly existence.

In the past, although she had the eyes of the evil dragon, although she could often feel some evil aura, she could not see any shadows, but maybe it was because the eyes of the evil dragon did not let her see it. When she saw it, she would only feel that there were too many obstacles in her vision. , might as well not see.

However, these monsters are very different from the monsters in that area. These monsters seem to be parasitic because of the darkness in people's hearts, and they usually don't take the initiative to attack humans.

"Sister, I feel so cold all of a sudden." Yizhi poked his arm and said, goosebumps appeared for no reason, why?

"I also feel the back of my head is cold," Sawada Tsunayoshi muttered.

A smile flashed in Ayano's eyes. If these two guys knew that a monster was between them, they would probably roll their eyes and faint.

However, that monster was still unable to attack Sawada Tsunayoshi. Maybe Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't have much darkness in his heart. Energy boy.

Thinking of this, Ayano ignored the monster.

"Shut up!" During the class break, the sound of the classroom door being opened suddenly sounded in the noisy Class 1-A, and two people wearing uniforms and disciplinary committee badges appeared at the door, and said loudly:

"Ayano Akaran from Class 1-A, go to the reception room to find the chairperson!"

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and the chairman of the Devil's Disciplinary Committee looked for their dangerous squad leader, and he knew that nothing was good.

"Sister..." Iori looked worriedly at Ayano who was dozing off after class.

The two teenagers at the door frowned, and when no one responded, they repeated, "Chiran from class 1-A... Peng Peng!"

The children's shoes stared dumbfounded at the two disciplinary committee members who were knocked unconscious by a book from Ayano and fell to the ground...

"Noisy, it's 100 years too early to order me!" Ayano's displeased voice spread to every corner of the classroom, and everyone who heard it couldn't laugh or cry. It's really powerful, and the danger is no less than that of the chairman of the Disciplinary Committee!

Sawada Tsunayoshi's legs trembled on the seat, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. Can he sit away from her, she is terrible!

The afternoon sun pours down on the soft green grass, and the clean smell blown by the wind makes one unable to take a deep breath.

After the morning classes were over, Ayano and Iori had dinner together, and at the end Ayano took a walk in the campus alone, and the girl Iori was bouncing around, not knowing where to find entertainment.

A sound of punching and kicking came to his ears, and Ayano's eyes remained unchanged. He leaned against a corner and watched a few boys in school uniforms in white shirts being beaten to the ground by several aircraft head discipline committee members.

"It's not because you are against the skylark, but because of gathering together in front of the skylark, you will end up like this. You should remember it well," the boy with the head of the plane said condescendingly, looking at the fallen man.

Ayano smiled lightly, neither gentle nor blunt but slightly cool and slightly cold, with a touch of playfulness, "Oh? This happened because of the group gathering. I saw a very interesting reason..."

She has seen so many fights, but she has never seen such a willful reason.

"However, such a hairstyle makes people feel the urge to use scissors, heh—" Ayano murmured slightly, the wind didn't blow the words, but the heads of the planes shivered inexplicably.

"Seto-kun, do you feel that it was scary just now?"

"..."

Bing Shengzhong, a gardener, was working hard to repair the extra branches in the flowerbed, when suddenly a beautiful figure appeared behind him, but he spoke in commanding words, "I want the scissors in your hand"