I seem to have done something wrong in my daily life in the hot blood series

Lift your feet and walk straight over.

Walking to the boy's side, he stretched out his tender little hand, and poked the boy's cheek.

"Hey, are you still alive?"

"No, he's dead."

"Really?"

"Ninety-nine percent of them are dead, and there is only one breath left."

The boy said so.

Listening to that tone, there is really a feeling of "weakness".

Is it really dying?

The little girl tilted her head and looked at the boy.

Well, she didn't think he was dying, she was just joking.

Keep talking.

"Hey, why are you lying here?"

"Waiting for someone."

"Wait for who?"

"Waiting for someone who will destroy the world for twenty cents."

"Two cents?"

"A kind of banknote in China."

"Oh."

The little girl nodded.

Although there is no concept in mind, it sounds like it is very powerful.

After all, there is an existence that can make people destroy the world.

"Why destroy the world?"

"trouble."

"Ok?"

"Because it's troublesome, the world is too troublesome, and living is too troublesome, so let's just destroy it and let everyone die together, so that no one will have to worry about it."

The boy replied.

This reason for destroying the world...

The little girl said it was the first time she heard it, and it was a bit too weird.

"Is it too cheap to destroy the world because of trouble?"

"The world is cheap."

The boy replied.

But this is not right.

At least, the little girl didn't think that was the right answer.

"This classmate, the world is not cheap at all!"

she said so.

Yes, not cheap at all.

"You will know when you grow up, classmate, when you grow up, you will know that not only is it not cheap at all, but it is also a bit expensive."

A house, a car, whatever.

Life is really bitter.

"classmate?"

The boy just grasped the word.

He, who had been lying on the bench all this time, finally made some movement.

Although he just rolled his eyes to look at the little girl.

His eyes stayed on the little girl's face for two seconds.

Then, he sat up with some difficulty, as if he had no bones, and slumped on the bench.

"Little girl, you can't call me classmate, you have to call me brother."

"No, I'm just a classmate, I'm a teacher!"

"Teacher? I'm also a teacher."

"Don't lie."

She wrinkled her nose and looked cute.

"You are obviously a high school student, how could you be a teacher?"

"what?"

The boy seemed amused.

"If I am a high school student, then you are an elementary school student, how can you be a teacher?"

A girl who looks about 12 years old, and a boy who looks about 17 years old, who is less like a teacher?

Well, neither is alike.

"I'm really a teacher!"

The little girl is serious and determined, and wants to prove something.

But the boy just smiled, stretched out his hand, and stroked the pink hair.

"I'm also really a teacher, so be obedient, wait a minute and my brother will take you to buy lollipops."

"I'm really a teacher!"

She emphasized again.

However, the boy didn't seem to intend to listen to her.

He reached out, picked her up, turned over, and put her in his arms.

"I picked up a little girl, it looks like I'm lucky tonight."

"let me go!"

The little girl struggled.

However, as far as her small arms and legs are concerned, they are completely useless.

"It's best not to struggle wildly when you're hugged by a man. If you go in or go to the wrong place, it will be bad."

"……Eh?"

"No, nothing."

The young man shook his head.

He raised his head again and looked at the dark night sky, where the stars were still twinkling.

The little girl didn't struggle anymore.

Maybe you already understand that struggling is useless, or maybe you are tired.

"Student, can you let go of the teacher?"

"Call me brother and I'll let you go."

"The teacher is a teacher, how can I call you brother?"

"I'm also a teacher."

"You can't lie."

she said.

The voice sounds like a little girl who has just entered the development of secondary sexual characteristics.

So no matter how you look at it, she is just a little girl.

"Little girl, you can't lie!"

"They didn't lie to anyone!"

The little girl wrinkled her nose, as if expressing her displeasure.

"Don't look at me as a primary school student, but I'm really a teacher. It's just that my body has been kept like this for some reason and I haven't grown up."

"I didn't lie either."

The boy came back like this.

"I'm also really a teacher, but for some reason, my body has been kept like this and I haven't grown up."

"You can't learn how to speak from me!"

"I didn't learn, what I said was the truth."

"..."

The little girl pouted, but said nothing.

This student is really annoying, he doesn't believe her, and imitates her, even with the same reason.

"classmate."

"what?"

"I'm really a teacher. I have a teacher's certificate and I carry it with me."

"Really? Where?"

"In the pocket... eh? I'll take it myself, don't mess around... ah..."

"..."

……

Name: Yueyong Xiaomeng.

Gender: Female.

Occupation: teacher.

School: a high school.

"Yueyong Xiaomeng..."

Looking at the teacher's card in his hand, the boy seemed lost in thought.

The little girl who was held in her arms blushed a little.

But start talking.

"See? The teacher is really a teacher, classmate."

"Well, I saw it."

The young man nodded.

Then he returned the teacher's card to the other party, took out something similar from his white coat, and stuffed it into the little girl's hand.

Then the light of the street lamp, the little girl looked up.

"Nanayo, Tokiwadai teacher... eh? Teacher?"

"I said that I am also a teacher."

There was a smile on the boy's face.

Take back the teacher's certificate from the little girl.