The days of learning black magic in another world

"I'm mad at me! I'm mad at me!"

"Don't let me know which bastard did it and made me look so ugly!"

The little fat man rushed into the door angrily, and his bulky body created a small whirlwind.

Riemann felt a little guilty subconsciously, and wanted to hide in the shadows to reduce his sense of existence.

But soon he thought that unless the other party had sharp eyes, he would never be able to connect the current self in Rhodes College uniform with the muddy newspaper boy back then, and he was very clean. Possibly realized that he had stolen a small button from him.

"Mr. Polo, what happened?"

"Little Mr. Polo" paused for a moment, and arrogantly glanced at the life teacher lady who asked: "Don't worry about it! Calling you Ms. Becky doesn't mean you are really our teacher."

The face of Ms. Becky, who had been as stern as a statue since seeing Riemann for the first time, without any change in her complexion, turned pale, and she quickly glanced in Riemann's direction.

Riemann had no choice but to play dumb immediately, pretending that he was distracted.

Ms. Becky forcibly steadied her breathing, and her face regained her calmness and appropriate color: "Good night, Mr. Polo, good night, Mr. Joyce."

After she greeted the little fat man and the skinny and shy young man who was following behind the little fat man, she straightened her back and left. The narrow skirt behind her showed a burst of anger, and she didn't give Riemann a look at all.

Just left a Ms. Becky, this dormitory came again, it can be said that it is very lively.

Two groups of people came, one group was led by a blond-haired boy, the other was led by a dark-haired boy, and they were followed by three or four boys, who were now crowding at the door of this dormitory.

The blond boy at the head sneered loudly: "Hey, Polo, I heard that your pants blew up today?"

Little Polo blushed immediately: "No! Who said my pants exploded!"

"Hahaha, it's spread all over the place now. As soon as you bent down, there was an earth-shattering bang in the auditorium, and then everyone saw that the dignified heir of the Poluo family was standing in the middle of the auditorium wearing his clothes torn in half. , Tsk tsk, what a pity, I was supposed to go to the auditorium for dinner today, I really missed a good show..."

The little fat man shouted angrily: "It's not my pants at all, it's my coat! The coat!"

"Damn it, which bastard undid that button for me! That button won't be able to run on its own!"

"Oh~ It turns out that the heir of the Poluo family used to be able to dress decently without blowing up because of a button, hahahahahahahaha..."

This time Riemann was really guilty. He was almost 90.00% sure that the button the other party pointed to was definitely the button he walked behind him in order to complete the system's tasks.

Hmm... In other words, I was the culprit who caused this teenager who looked like a teenager to have a big embarrassment.

He almost feels guilty for this little fat man. After all, for adolescent children, blowing up his pants is indeed a first-class shame, um... Although it is not actually blown up, it sounds like "pants blown up" is completely gone. It spread throughout the public school, and the fact that "Little Polo's pants exploded" may become an established fact.

Riemann looked at the little fat man sympathetically, and silently said "sorry" in his heart.

"Don't hurry up!"

During the time when Riemann was distracted, the two groups who came here to laugh at the little fat boy Polo had dispersed, and only the shy boy who followed him in at the beginning was left. Shaking a little, he ran away in a hurry.

So now only Riemann and Fatty are left in the room.

The little fat man turned around, with the expression of just finding someone here.

"Who are you?!"

Riemann: "I'm a new student, and Ms. Becky brought me here and said this is my dormitory."

Little Polo: "Oh, then you are my roommate. Whose family do you belong to?"

Riemann: "My name is Riemann."

Little Polo snorted impatiently: "Who asked your name? What's your last name? Joe? Moore?"

"no……"

"No? Then you are not a subsidiary family of our Polo family, Dean? Thames? Redmond?"

"no……"

"Very well, as long as it's not a vassal of that idiot Redmond."

"No, wait, what's your last name?"

Riemann: "I don't have a surname, so my name is Riemann."

Little Polo showed an extremely concrete standard bewildered expression, the kind that could be put into an acting textbook: "What do you mean without a surname?"

"How did you get in here? When did Rhodes School start confiscating people with no names? It really pollutes the air I breathe."

Little Polo raised his head high: "How can you be my roommate? Sleeping in my servant's room makes me think the air is dirty, so get out!"

Riemann tried his best to recall that this guy blew up his pants in public because of himself (Little Polo: Not pants! It's a jacket!) This incident slowly suppressed the impatience with the brat that emerged from the bottom of his heart. .

Seeing that I caused the other party to make a big ugliness worth remembering for a lifetime, I endured it.

He didn't bother to care about the other party's thoughts. After several days of life where the bed was neither a quilt nor a quilt, he was full of longing for the soft quilt that looked like clouds from the moment he entered the door. A strict Ms. Becky finished reading the long list of school discipline and school rules, and was forced to watch a farce of elementary school students. Now he just wants to bury himself in the quilt.

And he did.

Little Polo raised his head, and didn't wait for a response from the other party for a long time. When he lowered his head, he saw that the boy with no name had already got into the bed, and the whole person was sunk in the huge bed, only a black head was exposed. , his eyes were closed, his face looked like he had fallen asleep, and the whole picture looked extremely peaceful.

This made little Polo very angry.

His shrill cry echoed throughout the room: "How dare you—how dare you ignore me—"

Riemann calmly put the quilt on his forehead and fell into a deep sleep.