Collapse: Lady Herrscher is a bit too lazy

"Next, I need an assistant to assist me in teaching this class. Which student is willing to come up and be my assistant?!"

After saying that, Kiana, who was rarely active, quickly jumped up from her chair, raised her hands, and kept shouting: "Teacher, I, I, I, I! I want to be an assistant!"

Although other students were not as lively as Kiana, they also raised their hands to liven up the classroom atmosphere.

"Oh, it seems that everyone is very active..." Warith walked down the podium and looked at the dozen Valkyries in the classroom with a smile, as if he wanted to choose one person from the group of people who raised their hands.

Hina, who was in the corner of the classroom, clearly felt that this woman was looking at others on the surface, but her eyes were always on her and never moved away.

It was just that I was a little rough when I rushed back to take a nap at noon! Do you have to hold a grudge like this!

Sure enough, just when Hina felt that the unlucky person who was pulled up was most likely herself, Warith walked to Hina's side, patted her shoulder with his left hand, and chuckled:

"So many students in the class raised their hands, I can't be partial to one or the other. Since you didn't raise your hand, Hina, you'll have to go up to the stage and be my assistant!"

"DAMN! I knew it! This vengeful and petty bad woman!" Hina stood up and walked towards the podium muttering softly.

From the low pressure that permeated Hina and the gloomy expression on her face, it is not difficult to see that she was called up to the stage... She was really reluctant.

"Hey, since you're here, just smile, the teacher doesn't owe you money!" Warith pulled Hina to the desk and pressed her on the chair.

"To be honest, I'd rather owe you money..." Hina rolled her eyes at Warith, still looking cold on her thin and pale face.

"You don't look very good, so I'll put on some beautiful makeup for you today."

Although Hina's attitude was not friendly, Warith was not angry.

She clapped her hands gently and picked up a brand new lipstick from the desk: "Come on, everyone, look here, today our classmate Hina will be the model in class!"

"Wuhu, great!" Kiana was making a fuss, and Hina's heart was almost broken. What kind of suffering is this!

"Smile!" Warith said while manually helping Hina adjust her smile.

Feeling that her face was covered with a bunch of cosmetics that looked similar, but seemed to be very different in Warth's mouth, Hina looked out the window with a squinting look, as if she was expecting someone to appear.

Whether it's Teacher Jizi, Dean Theresa, or any other teacher, please come and take up a class! I can't stand it!

It is said that when people are extremely tormented, they will feel that time passes very slowly.

With Warith's level, even if he broke down the details one by one and explained them, it actually took only a few minutes, but in Hina's sense, she seemed to be nailed to the cross, as if she had been half dead for several years.

Finally, after Warith finished his work, he put the tools on the podium. She clapped her hands and checked it with a very critical eye.

Finally, Warith handed a small mirror to Hina and said, "Look for yourself, isn't it beautiful!"

"...", how beautiful can it be in just a few minutes...

Hina pursed her lips, complained a few words in her heart, and then picked up the mirror to look at her face.

"Mom... No, not!? This... This is me?!" Hina turned her head to look at Warith, pointing to her face in the mirror, which already looked 80% like her mother and asked tremblingly.

"Yes, that's you! What's wrong?" Warith looked at the student in front of him who was obviously not in a good state with a strange face, and nodded very firmly.

"Thank you..." Hina stood up holding the mirror and bowed deeply to Warith.

"Hey... you... why are you so polite..." Warith was also confused by Hina's abrupt behavior. She helped the little girl in front of her and was about to say something, but she happened to see the crystal tears flashing in Hina's hazy eyes.

Why are you crying again? It doesn't make sense? Even if I have good makeup skills, it shouldn't be like this! Jizi, what's the matter with your student?

In the end, Warith, who was at a loss, had to let Hina return to her seat to continue his course.

For most of the next class, Warith paid attention to Hina's behavior while teaching.

She found that although the girl didn't cry, she kept crying for most of the next class.She stared at herself in the mirror, and she didn't know why she was so fascinated.

After class, Warith found Jizi's office and sat on Jizi's desk: "Hey, Jizi, what's the situation with your student?"

"Huh?"

Hearing that it was related to her student, Jizi put down the red pen in her hand for marking homework, looked up at Warith, and said: "Which student? Kiana? Did she make you angry in class?"

"No, it's the one called Hina." Warith shook his head, pressed his body down, and lay on Jizi's desk in a side-lying posture.

"Xina? She's a very good girl, sensible and obedient, and she cooks delicious food."

"Tsk, you foodie! I'm not asking you if her cooking is delicious." Warith waved his hands in annoyance, turned over in Jizi's puzzled eyes, and then said: "I'm asking if she has any psychological trauma!"

"Psychological trauma?"

"Well, I put makeup on her in class today, and she almost cried when she looked at the mirror! In the second half of the class, she also lowered her head and stared at the mirror, as if there was something special in the mirror that attracted her!" Warith recalled Xina's strange behavior in class and repeated it verbatim.

"Is that so?" Jizi frowned slightly and said, "What did you put on her? Can you let me see it?"

"Of course."

After speaking, Warith sat up straight and copied the makeup on Xina's face on his own face in just a few seconds.

Looking at Warith's face, Ji Zi smiled bitterly, shook her head and murmured: "If that's the case, then it's no wonder..."

"No wonder what?" Warith wiped off the makeup on his face, stared at Ji Zi who was hesitant to speak at the table, and complained: "Can you explain it more clearly and stop being a riddler?"