After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

After going through a lot of hardships, I was about to sneak into the class quietly, but it turned out that although Teacher Mediterranean was short-sighted, he was not blind.

After working so hard to get to the door of the class, I found the right time and walked in while Mr. Mediterranean was writing on the blackboard.

My seat is in the back row. In theory, this matter should not be difficult.

In theory.

:)

When I was standing at the gate of the class, I didn't want to say anything anymore.

Mr. Mediterranean must have eyes in the back of his head.

I thought blankly.

98.

Strange, shouldn't the first reaction of a normal person be that this teacher is very experienced, or that this teacher is very responsive?

Why do I think it's because of the eyes on the back of the teacher's head.

what.

It must be because my heart has been corrupted by magical creatures.

Otherwise, how could the unscientific possibility pop up first?

99.

After class, I returned to my seat in a blunt manner.

Gang, who was sitting behind me, looked very panicked. He asked me incoherently: "Say...why is Sashi late today? Yes, is there any trouble..."

Alas, even after signing a contract to become a horse monkey shochu, A Gang is still so heartwarming.

In order to live up to Ah Gang's concern, I described my miserable experience not long ago with more details and vividness.

When I talked about Kyouya Hibari pulling up the weeping willow, the blood on his face faded suddenly, and even his lips trembled uncontrollably.

Oh, it seems that Ah Gang has a psychological shadow on the Chairman!

I got excited and started telling him stories harder.

In order to make the characters more plump, I also added some plots such as [Harak Kyouya smiled charmingly, stuck out his tongue and licked his duckweed crutches and said: My crutches are poisonous].

After the flickering, I was very nervous. After all, this was one of the few moments when I ran the train with my mouth full, and judging from my historical experience, I am not a person suitable for lying.

I cautiously raised my head and glanced at A Gang.

Oh hoo.

Ah Gang has lost all color now.

Ah Gang slumped on the seat, making an unintelligible "噫噫噫噫噫噫" sound, looking as fragile as a paper man.

emmmmm Is what I said too scary?

For the first time in my life, I began to doubt my ability to lie.

its not right?

Yukimura Seichi said that when I lie, I run the train with my mouth full. There is no most outrageous, only more outrageous. It should be easy to tell, right?

I am more puzzled.

This--

I must have improved, right?

Yes, it must be so!

I have made progress!

100.

When school was over, I dragged A Gang back home, who hadn’t recovered from his stress. As the saying goes, the person who untied the bell had to tie it, so I decided to tell him the truth.

"Actually, duckweed is not poisonous."

"Eh?!" Ah Gang looked shocked.

I let out a long breath, and patted A Gang's shoulder with a palm.

He shivered like a conditioned reflex.

"Think about it, duckweed crutches won't break a person's skin, and the poison won't penetrate into it—"

Ah Gang breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his hand and scratched his hair and said, "Ah...haha, I knew Saki was joking, after all, how could Senior Skylark..."

"but--"

I also patted the other hand on Ah Gang's shoulder, and I used both hands to shorten the distance between the two of us.

"The real poison is on Hibari Kyouya's tongue, and whenever he speaks, the poison will come out along his breath. So Tsuna—"

I solemnly said to him.

"If Senior Skylark wants to talk to you, please block it with a book."

Hey.

Ah Gang looks even more sad than before.