The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man - 191 Lesson 6 Classes A and S

A short walk out of the dorm becomes a way to school to the School of Magic Instruction.

It’s a holiday and there shouldn’t be any classes. Yet a good number of students were walking towards the classroom.

“Hey, isn’t that class G?

“You can’t give us a busy class, so you can work with us and take remedial classes?

“Seriously. What’s the college side thinking too!? What are you going to do when you get involved with the incompetents and lower our level at this important time in your life!!”

Remedial and thoughtful surprise voices from the students, words of contempt can be heard.

Mia and the others initially went through this route to school, but they stopped using this road after finding out it could go directly from the mountain road behind the G-class dorm to the classroom. Everyone gave me the best reason to change my way to school, but I think maybe he cared about Mia, who hates me around him.

After a short walk, I just run into a few students.

“Ah, everyone in the cockroach class. You left a long time ago.”

A girl with Sarah’s golden hair stretched up to her waist had her usual bottomless grin on one side of her face.

“It’s you again… never tired, you persevere”

Pruitt doesn’t even try to hide his disgust, so he throws up.

This ill-eyed girl is Messalina Geffelt. She is the daughter of the Duke of Geffelt’s house under heaven. When we all use this path, such as holidays, it becomes tangled in a determined and unpleasant manner.

“Oh, how can you afford a lot of exams even though they’re close? We’re going to be teaching Dr. Lennox! Have you finally been abandoned by that busy teacher?

“Oh, I’m gonna try not to.”

I don’t even try to get my right hand to praprapra and meet the Messalinas, but I pass by that side.

Initially, it was sticking around Pruitt, but no-one’s even been dealing with him lately.

“What, that attitude!

A girl from the same class in Messalina was outraged,

……

Messalina had been staring at Mia and the others for a little while with her eyes as if to see even the revenge of her parents, but immediately distorted her face maliciously.

“You guys look pathetic, too. In such a dilapidated, filthy dorm, the school building in the mountains? It’s like a mountain monkey.”

“Excuse me, Master Messalina, mainly for the mountain monkeys.”

“Well, that was a silence. I have to apologize. I’m sorry. Mr. Mountain Monkey.”

Messalina and the others laugh at each other as they bow to the mountains. I don’t really understand the laugh bump, but I think they’re making fun of me for once.

“I guess. The dorm is pretty easy to live in, and our classroom feels good inside.”

Teresa put her hands on her thin hips and bragged about the extra. The surrounding wild horses, who stood by our ears in conversation, make a scene at once.

Teresa is the son of Count Hartwigh’s family. In the regional luxury, he has the force and economic power to compete with the McBurn border uncle. Because I’m supposed to be living wealthier than a bad central gatekeeper nobleman.

“You’re strong.”

Nothing. I’m not strong enough.

to Teresa, who tilts her neck properly,

“Class G classrooms are on the verge of collapse.”

Mesarina dives into her eyebrows and mouths rumors that are spreading in the alley.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Was? Or maybe even remodeling?

“I did. With our hands.”

We were all pokin ‘at Theresa for a moment to say proudly, but soon a laugh would spill and it would be a big bang.

“Huh! Ha ha! We fixed it ourselves.

“Oh, it looks like you’re going to make a student do such a waste. Apparently, as rumors have it, your teacher is genuinely incompetent.”

A blonde puffy boy student snorts over and over again, but he mouths an assessment that is ultimately unacceptable to those Mias.

“Say it again?

Pruitt asked Messalina and the others in a voice that was quiet but made her spine cold.

“Hey, what the fuck! That rebellious attitude at the civilian minute. Ha! Take me…”

“Let’s go”

Eight hits Pruitt’s right shoulder a few times lightly with a gentle smile on his ass with the summoning Messalina.

Pruitt had shaken his head left and right a few times,

“Right.”

He nods lightly and tries to walk out. At that time…

“Hey! Class S is here!

A tense voice sounds, and a group walking this way enters sight.

……

No one opens his mouth, he leaves the road aside.

Eyebrows walking at the head of the group The brilliant silver-haired boy is the owner of the Ronald Rose Archive, a talent that is also known as the best of the historical royal family.

The eye-sharp red-haired boy next door is Alan Kruger, the son of one of Sir Kruger’s military lords, and still has gifted talent, including literary martial arts.

Mia knows best about these two anomalies if not outside. Plus, the prodigies I’ve heard of once in Imperial Capital. That’s what brings us together in this class. Normally it should be them who monopolize gaze.

Yet the end of everyone’s gaze was not even Ronald and Alan, poured on the red-haired girl walking right behind it.

Beautiful appearance as if it embodied the goddess as it was in the picture book. The magnificent standings that do not yield to anyone have made even Ronald and Alan just sidekicks.

She remembered in her exams at the School of Magic Instruction, but that was just the impression of an unusual girl in maid clothes. At least he shouldn’t have been the kind of person that would take anyone and him away from his heart.

Nevertheless, the appearance impression hasn’t changed that much from what I once saw. If you dare to point out changes, how do you behave?

The girl, who had always been thorough in the shadows in an inconspicuous way, may have taken that shackle off herself.

“Mia, we’ll never lose.”

Ronald muttered small enough to bite as he passed by.

“Wow, me too!

Alan raises the end of his mouth to Mia’s declaration and passes by. The other S-class members also glanced at Mia and the others and passed away.

Only the red-haired girl didn’t even gaze at Mia and the others, as if they weren’t even in the eye in the first place, such as the presence of students starting with Class A.

“Hey, what the heck? That civilian bitch!!”

Messalina awakens as soon as possible in the crowd still watching Bo and their hindsight, sprinkling her anger with a look of humiliation, but not one voice of endorsement.

“You guys don’t regret it! There’s no such thing as a horse’s bone. A wasting horse beside His Highness Ronald or Alan!

“Well, I regret it…”

The girl around Messalina had a mouth cage,

“Because…”

Other members deflect their gaze from bowing. More and more Messalina turns that face into something dangerous to their appearance.

Maybe, guys, you’ve unconsciously admitted it. the decisive difference as an organism lying between her and herself. That red-haired girl was so overwhelming that I had to think so.

“Aqua, Satella……”

Among the students scattered if they weren’t enemies when they hit eight, Cliff looked behind S-Class with a complex look with countless mixed emotions.

“Let’s go too.”

Encouraged by Eight,

“Oh, yeah.”

Cliff nodded, and Mia and the others followed the scene.