The Snow Queen's Growth History

"Prince Reinhardt."

After knocking on the door, Trieste directly opened the door and walked in, and found Prince Reinhardt who was nodding and shaking his head in front of the desk to wake himself up, and walked over with a smile.

"Need something to eat?"

"Huh... Huh?" Reinhardt, who reacted a little slower, realized that someone was there, and when he looked up, it was Trieste who had been missing all day, "You, why are you here!?"

"It's great to be able to study so hard, but it's inefficient for you to study like this, Prince." Trieste smiled, ignoring the prince's question, "Go to sleep when you want to sleep, and take a nap while you're at it." I can’t remember even while reading.”

"You don't need to worry about it. I will try my best to get my grades up and let my father recognize me." Reinhardt rubbed his eyes, reached for the triangle made of rice grains and said, "What is this?"

"Rice balls are something that can be eaten." Trieste replied with a smile, and first gave the sour plum to the prince and said, "Prince, eat this first~"

Reinhardt shuddered, looked at Trieste's fluttering tone, and chose another rice ball, "Hmph! I won't be fooled by you!"

"Prince Reinhardt is so smart, I am willing to bow down." Trieste pretended to be sad, but saw the prince eating the "salt" rice ball complacently.

"Pfft!" Almost spit it out, but for his sake, Reinhardt swallowed it down, "What the hell! It's so sour!!"

"I forgot to say that the rice balls I made come in sour plum and salt flavors. Congratulations to the prince for getting the sour plum flavor." Trieste smiled and gave the salt rice balls to the prince, "Eat this too."

"...No, it can't be sour, right?" Reinhardt looked at the last rice ball in his hand with a blue face, swallowed, closed his eyes and ate it, "Hey...delicious..."

Reinhardt didn't expect that the salt rice balls would not be very salty, and the rice grains were softer than the sweet and sour taste in his mouth just now.

"Humph! Ordinary." Seeing Trieste's smile, Reinhardt blushed and turned his head away and said, "It's not delicious, your craftsmanship is really bad, thank you this prince for helping you Let's deal with this rice ball."

"Hehe, I don't want to disturb the prince and you are studying, I will leave first." Trieste did not reveal the prince's secrets, and when she was about to leave after bowing, she heard the prince hesitantly calling her to stop.

"You...you are also a teacher, right?" Reinhardt supported his head, not looking in the direction of Trieste, "Since...since you are a teacher, shouldn't you solve this prince's problem..."

Trieste's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that Prince Reinhardt would beg her for help.

"You, don't get me wrong!" Reinhardt looked at the other party's surprised wide-eyed look by accident, and said to her unhappily, "I have to come here because Heine is sleeping. Yours, don't be self-righteous and complacent."

"Actually, I was just surprised that there was a ghost behind the prince." Triste said blankly, just joking, but unexpectedly Prince Reinhardt jumped up, hid behind her and tremblingly said, "You, you Where do you think there are ghosts!?"

"...I'm sorry, I was just joking." Trieste apologized sincerely.I didn't expect Prince Reinhardt to be afraid of ghosts.

"I, I'm not afraid of ghosts! Ghosts should be afraid of this prince!" Knowing that he was tricked, Reinhardt stood up angrily, went back to the desk and sat down.

"Your Highness, why did you move the chair aside?"

Reinhardt, who was caught, said stiffly, "I, I'm not afraid of ghosts! I just think it's easier to study at this distance."

Trieste silently looked at the prince who was some distance away from the table, shook her head helplessly and smiled, "Forgive me for being rude."

Walking over to pick up the prince, Triste moved the chair back with her feet, and put the stunned prince back on the chair.

"...What kind of strange power is that..." Reinhard looked at a weak woman in disbelief and hugged him, and he still used that kind of princess hug, "No! Why is it a princess hug!?"

"It's easy." Trieste answered him with a smile, and then picked up the book the prince was reading, "Mathematics? Indeed, mathematics scores the highest, but these questions are fairly simple."

"Prince, can you add, subtract, multiply and divide?"

"..." Reinhardt pondered with a serious face, then tilted his head and asked, "What is that?"

"...How much is one plus one?"

"Two!" Reinhardt said confidently, "I can count with my fingers!"

"What about one by one?"

"two!"

"..." Triste looked at the face begging for praise, recalled the questions of the examination paper, and said with a dry smile, "Prince, please memorize these ninety-nine forms."

He took out the paper and wrote out the ninety-nine form, only to find that Prince Reinhardt said with a puzzled expression, "Why is three plus three not nine or six?"

"I was wrong." Triste supported her forehead, and took her fingers to write out the math questions on the test paper again, but she changed the numbers, "Prince, let's solve these questions first, use the familiar After that, it is guaranteed that you will have no problems in the exam.”

"Really!?" Reinhardt's eyes lit up, and he pulled himself together and began to work hard to solve these problems. If he saw something wrong during the process, Trieste would help point out the wrong place and correct it.

Let the prince solve the same problem, but after changing the numbers and names, she found that the prince can't do it again, so she had to teach it again, until the prince was familiar with it, and then changed the numbers and quantities.

"Prince, please have a cup of hot chocolate milk first." Trieste looked at the time, touched the cup to make sure it changed from hot to lukewarm, and gave it to the prince.

It was already two o'clock, and it was time for the prince to go to bed.

"Thank you." Reinhardt rubbed his eyes and drank the chocolate milk in the cup, "Okay! I will definitely let Heine and the king see how amazing I am!"

It didn't take long for her to be excited, and she quickly fell down on the table. Trieste saw the prince who had fallen asleep, picked him up and put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and went to the desk to clean up the messy things. Paper, cover the book and set it aside.

"I wish you a sweet dream, Your Highness."

Blowing out the candles, the room was instantly dark, and Trieste opened the door and walked out.

The author has something to say: In the future, the plot of the missing person should be created or not... (distressed