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School life is not always good, there are exams and exams (2)
"What's wrong? Brock, you are basically surrounded by beautiful girls of the elves, right? If you like mature models, there are teachers. This is the rosy campus life that countless people dream of." Roland faced. I shook my finger.
"The life I live here is clearly bloody red!"
"It's all red, classmate Brock," she reminded calmly.
"The meaning is different!"
"But didn't you just get along with my sister very happily in the morning?" She said as she took out a projection crystal, reflecting the scene at the time, and frozen on the picture of Feilan holding my arm tightly, "Look, She's still holding her arms, it's very intimate, isn't it?"
"You watched it all the time..." I was too lazy to argue. Anyway, this guy must know the whole story. He just used this to tease me.
"This reaction is really boring." She retracted the projection slightly disappointed. "I said you also try to enjoy this kind of campus life, isn't it good?"
"If I can enjoy it, I must be a masochist..."
"I mean, take the initiative to participate in the life corresponding to the student's identity, for example, how about joining a club? In the morning, after you spread the message about Feilan and Miria hanging up and training in the small forest, you invited it before The members of your clubs are about to step on the threshold of my office. Everyone is lying on my desk with their eyes open to petition, asking me to approve Brock to join their club. . Look, arenโt you popular?"
"What's so happy about being entangled in perverts?"
Just one Miria is enough for me. If such a masochist hits again, I would rather die!
"Okay, these are not the points, Brock. The important thing is that you, as a prisoner of war, have gained too many privileges now, right? You can imagine if it was not me who captured you, but was led by Miria. Troops, might you be treated like this now?"
"This...impossible..."
What would happen if it fell into her hands, couldn't imagine...
"So, what qualifications do you have to give me advice? I see you, it is because you are too comfortable here, so you think about those who have it, right?" Roland lifted his legs at me, completely Put on a superior attitude.
"..."
She was so reasonable, I was speechless.
"In vain, I took the risk of being impeached by the main battle faction and being suspected by the neutral faction to fight for so many rights for you. You actually lost your temper to me. I am so hurt." She folded her hands and pinned her bulging face. Go aside.
"This...I'm sorry..." I was at a loss for a while.
"If the apology is useful, what do the guards do? I would never forgive you if I didn't lick this foot clean today!" She dangled her outstretched foot reluctantly at me.
"Okay, okay... a ghost!" I reacted abruptly, "How obsessed are you? And what you said above has nothing to do with the pranks you made against me!" Although it is true that I am a prisoner of war, I am also a co-worker of your plan, is it true that something you made on a whim has delayed the plan and caused me trouble. It is still a fact!"
"Oh, I actually reacted." Roland covered his mouth and smiled.
It's so risky, she was almost crippled by her...
"Okay, okay, don't get excited. I said I'm reflecting on it, this is the truth." She waved her hand to me, "You and I will both open up and say, you are not really discouraged, right wrong?"
"Do you see it?"
"Boy, it's a hundred years too early to play the game with me, your father was not born when I was on the battlefield." Roland raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, so... well, I admit, I just want to bargain with you." I simply nodded.
I am not surprised to be seen through. Most of the orcs are rectal. We are more accustomed to directly overwhelming opponents with threats and intimidation. This kind of side-by-side negotiation is not our specialty, and it is inevitable to be seen through. It's better to say it clearly like this, I actually feel more relaxed.
"Let me be straightforward. Actually, I have considered compensation and have already thought of a plan. After all, I did something that I am sorry for." Roland spread his hands toward me.
"Oh? Let's listen to it." I was interested.
Then she put her hand on her plump breast with a shy face: "Just use this bodyโ"
"Stop it, this joke is too old-fashioned." I interrupted her blankly.
"I'm not kidding you." Her expression became serious, and she said lines that made me feel familiar.