Let's sneak, my sis [Comprehensive Gacha]

"Miss Yinzi!"

Almost when the cold light of duckweed crutches flashed across Mi's eyes, she subconsciously called out.Standing a few steps behind Yinzi, she could see Yinzi pulling out the knife at his waist with one hand, the speed was so fast that it left an afterimage, and she easily blocked the duckweed crutch that swung down, and the duckweed crutch hit the scabbard hard There was a muffled sound.

"You really have a bad temper..." Before Yinzi could finish his complaint, he saw that the chairman had quickly retracted the duckweed crutch and hit Yinzi's lower plate. His eyes that were cold just now seemed to have discovered something interesting. Things narrowed slightly.

Yinzi threw the schoolbag to Mi, turned the handle of the knife between his fingers and thrust the knife straight into the ground, again blocking the silver crutch that came with the sound of wind.

"Listen well, Ah Yin, let me finish..." Yin Zi blocked the chairman's attack several times with a knife in his hand, but the knife never came out of its sheath.In the end, she seemed to be a little impatient, and when the opponent right-clicked on the flaw she deliberately exposed, she flashed lightly and slapped the opponent's shoulder with the handle of the knife.

"Well... seems to have caused some trouble." Seeing Yunque, who was repelled a few steps, holding a silver crutch and staring up at her again, the fighting spirit in those eyes and the strong aggression because he hadn't encountered a strong enemy for a long time Smiling meaningfully, Yinzi frowned in distress, "It was agreed that here are ordinary people, how can this kind of belligerent secondary school be ordinary, Ah Yin, I was really deceived by the advertising slogan again."

"Committee...Chairman!" The disciplinary committee members on one side all had a shocked expression, "How is it possible...the chairman will be taken by this baby-faced Obasan..."

"Who is Obasan talking about, bastard! Are the eyes growing to the buttocks?!" Yin Zispeed, who was still maintaining a handsome fencing posture, turned his face and shouted back, only to see that she got back a jk uniform from the crew next door. , quickly put it on and started to take a selfie with the mobile phone, "Ayin, no matter how I look at it, I am a young and energetic jk!"

"Draw the knife." The deep voice came from Skylark, he grasped the duckweed crutches in his hand, slightly bent his legs to assume an offensive posture, his eyes were fixed on Yinzi like an eagle locked on food, his voice was slightly excited , repeating "Draw the knife."

Yinzi watched Yunque slowly put down the phone in her hand, she scratched her head, patted the knife on her waist with some annoyance, and said, "It's not Ah Yin, I don't want to be serious." Yinzi looked at Yunque slightly melancholy " It’s the brat, you’re too weak, what if I accidentally cut you down, Yin, and you’re taken to jail? Although life is made up of countless experiences, I still don’t want the experience of being in a bureau, Yin. "

A certain sentence of Yinzi stepped on a certain nerve of Lark, and the black-haired boy with a handsome face rushed forward with a silver crutch in his hand.The old school uniform draped over her shoulders did not fall with Hibari's movements.It is obvious that Skylark's attack speed and reaction are extremely fast, and his horizontal and vertical slashes are clear, but Yinzi can always block his attacks one step ahead of Skylark, without even moving his feet, let alone being forced to swing his sword out of its sheath.

"Ah, I said, are we going to spend it here? Are we really going to spend it here forever? Ah Yin, I haven't bought my strawberry milk, and I haven't finished my breakfast. Ah Yin, I just want to send my daughter there. After going to school, go back and watch TV while drinking strawberry milk, how can it be repaired!" After resisting for a long time, when he realized that Skylark's persistence and energy in fighting were so tenacious to the point of frightening, Ah Yin finally couldn't help complaining loudly "I admit defeat, brother? Even if I lose, let Ah Yin go home."

Skylark's breath was a little messed up, and he didn't gain any advantage in many attacks. He glanced at Mi who was standing not far away from the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "Fight me seriously, and I'll let her in."

Ginko blinked a little unresponsively, "Eh, really?" She rolled up her sleeves as if she was motivated all of a sudden.

Needless to say, the result after that, within three seconds, Mi walked into the campus where classes were already in session. However, at this time, Mi hadn’t realized that her future life would always be between being late and being punished even if she wasn’t late. On the verge of being late.

The campus was empty, and as Mi walked towards the classroom, he imitated the way Yin Zi blocked it just now, making gestures and swipes, especially the skill of the sideways attack made Mi pay special attention to.

Arriving in the classroom soon, Mi took her bag and stood up, politely knocked on the half-covered door, "Sorry." She opened the door softly, with a look of shame in her eyes because she was late and interrupted the class.

"Katori?" The male teacher on the podium frowned.

Seeing that it was Mr. Nezu who had a bad temper, Mi sighed slightly in his heart.

"You were late for more than half an hour. Why didn't you just skip class today?" The teacher with thick glasses framed a bit meanly at Mi who lowered his head, "Let me guess, because my homework is not bad. , you can be late and even the teacher doesn’t respect you, right?”

Probably because the trainees were female students, no one in the class took pleasure in other people's misfortune.

"Katori, you go..." Nezu-sensei stretched out his hand to grab Mi's arm. The aggressive approach reminded Mi of something. The schoolbag in his hand smashed towards Mr. Nezu's face.

ok, perfectly copied Yin Zi's moves!

ok head it!He stared blankly at Nezu-sensei who fell on his back after being hit in the face by her.

#Now the explanation is a subconscious movement of the body, will anyone believe her? #

etc!Calm down!You won't be taken to the police station for attacking the teacher!All I have to do now is to sincerely apologize!Yamu tried to comfort himself with a face, okay, okay, if it was my sister, what would I say and do at this time?

"Uncle, your health bar seems to have bottomed out, do you want some red bottle?"

... Seems a bit wrong.

"It's okay, teacher. Anyway, it doesn't look different between the face that was smashed and the face that wasn't smashed."

#Whether it is learning Yinzi or learning Qiya, they are looking for a dead end! #

Mi looked heavily at Mr. Nezu, who got up from the ground with a grim face full of anger. Some people in the classroom who understood Mi's stalk made a slight laugh. Mi looked at the sky outside the window as if he was dead, and then Consciously turn around, "Teacher, please go to class first, I will wait for you in the teacher's room."

Mi took the initiative to turn around and leave, leaving behind the teacher who was full of anger but lacked targets and couldn't use the ultimate move. She walked to the teacher's room at the end of the corridor and waited for the get out of class to end.Almost half of the class was over, Mi leaned against the wall and thought about his speech, and when he was thinking about it, he saw the back table gentleman also came out of the classroom, accompanied by a roar from Mr. Nezu.

"Yo." The back table gentleman bent over and trotted over with a paralyzed face, holding a few pieces of paper in his arms.

"Are you drawing in class again?" Mi leaned against the wall and whispered, "No one is sitting in front of you, so you will be spotted easily."

The back table gentleman is also leaning against the wall, and the two of them get closer, and Mi can see the paper in the back table gentleman's hand when he lowers his head.

It was a pencil sketch, which was drawn in the classroom in the afternoon, with very beautiful and refreshing lines, it is hard to imagine that such a manuscript came from the hands of a guy who could only draw stick figures a few months ago "A transfer student came today. "

Hearing Mr. Houzhuo mentioned this, Mi also simply said "Yeah." to show that he knew.

Kanmi didn't respond, and the back table gentleman also looked at his painting, and asked lightly, "Is the painting okay?"

"The classroom is very restored." Mi nodded in approval.

The gentleman at the back table was taken aback, paused, and emphasized, "But what I drew is you, and the classroom is just the background."

Mi also froze for a moment, and Mi lowered her head and concentrated on trying to find a person on the sketch. After studying for a while, she finally found a few lines on her seat in the classroom that did not match the background. the lines.

It was a stick figure, and this time I thoughtfully added a few black lines to draw her long hair.

#In your heart I am really just a stickman! #

#You still have the nerve to say this is me?The love between the front and rear tables ends here!Goodbye manual! #

"It really doesn't look like it?" Looking at the silent Mi, the back table gentleman took back the drawing paper with a slumped face and some disappointment.

#What do you think it looks like?The style of painting is completely different, okay? #

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the master at the back desk consciously moved back to the edge of the classroom with his paper in his arms and stood there, waiting for Mr. Nezu, who was still angry, to come out until he was led to the principal's office.

"It's too much to attack the teacher in class anyway. What do you think the principal should do?" Mr. Nezu said dissatisfiedly looking at the old principal in suit and leather shoes. Rather than seeking justice, it is better It was a unilateral venting of his displeasure, and his attitude did not show any respect for the principal.

"Ah, this... this female student probably didn't do it on purpose..." The headmaster's voice was a little weak. She looked at Mi who was standing with her head bowed, as if she didn't expect that she would suddenly violently hurt someone.

"What are you talking about, principal?" Mr. Nezu looked at Mi with a vicious voice, "Students like this should hire their parents right away!"

"Listen, Katori." Nezu-sensei completely ignored the principal and gave orders to Mi, "Call your parents to the school immediately, or you will be expelled!"

Mi stood in the principal's office a little uneasy, her hand holding her schoolbag tightly, "Sorry, teacher." Her voice was also weak and guilty, "I don't have parents."

"No parents?" Mr. Nezu frowned and was about to explode, but suddenly remembered that in the student roster that he had seen, Katoriya was indeed living alone, and his parents seemed to have died early. "Ah, really, no wonder you are so uneducated."

Hearing Nezu-sensei's words, Mi's entire back stiffened slightly, and she trembled slightly.

There was a knock on the door, and the door was pushed open. A white-haired girl entered the door. She was wearing a white eye patch on her left eye, and she was wearing a light blue coat. She was slender. "Excuse me." She gently He smiled lightly, with a gentle and soothing temperament.

She walked into the principal's office, gently put her on Mi's shoulder, and patted him lightly as if comforting.

"My name is Yongjinyan, and I'm Mi's older sister. I heard that something happened to her at school?"