"... are you okay, or...?

I arrived at school to make sure my friend, who was like a corpse, was safe.

"……………………………………………………………"

A fluttering, face-raised corpse - not his best friend, Chang, voiced a voice steeped in despair.

What the hell is wrong with you?

There must have been a lot of time before Chang gave the look that he was being pushed so far.

No way, did Mr. Charlotte confess to me and shake me?

I can't deny that prediction just for the occasional award for doing something ironless.

How can I comfort you?

I didn't assume this per se, so it's hard to speak up.

"Hey Chang, let's not screw it up"

That's the only unusual word that came up.

If you say bad things, you can spread the wound, so you can't help it.

"Oh... right... Honestly, I'm going to be pissed off..."

...... hmm?

Honestly pissed off?

Could this be......

I notice from the words of the award that I have misunderstood.

Bad, Chang.

I had decided on my own that it was a broken heart.

Though he hasn't found out, he's kind of a bad ass. I look away a little.

And I decided to fix it as if nothing had happened.

"So, what did you do this time?

"Hey, wait a minute! Why are you talking to me on the assumption that I did it!

"No?

When I tried to ask why, the award got angry, and I tilted my neck and asked back.

Well, even if you're angry, it feels like a comic talent scratch.

"No! I haven't done anything today!

No, Chang......

At the time you say you're still (...), you're aware of what you're always doing...

"Right. So, what did you do?

"Hey here! Why are you still suspicious! You're telling me you're not making fun of me! I just didn't finish my homework!

In the meantime, Chang seems to be getting better complaining, so I just kidding around a little bit.

Looks like it worked. Above all.

Finally, I was able to find out the contents, which saved me a lot of trouble.

"Homework...... They were only offering six times as much as awards. So, how much is it over?

"Ha, that's all...!

Half (naked) it sucked, and Zhang threw a bunch of prints on his desk.

By and large, it feels like a third of what they gave me yesterday......

It's an amount of hard work for an award.

But...

"Whatever the amount, you're 80% wrong... This is definitely going to piss me off, Dr. Meiyu."

I've been looking at the contents of the print, and I have a feeling there's going to be a tragedy in a matter of minutes.

That's about it, the content of the print was too tragic.

"Oh yes... Oh, my God, what were you doing last night? I wanted you to tell me the answer to the print, but I didn't hear from you no matter how many times I called."

An award that will look at my face with a little resentment.

Speaking of which, I thought you were harassing me.

It was a pretty late hour to see the smartphone because I was dealing with almost Emma and Mr. Charlotte yesterday.

I didn't think it would be annoying to call back, but was it a call about homework?

To be honest with you about yesterday, it sounds very loud.

Not to mention that I can't break a promise while I tell Mr. Charlotte not to tell anyone.

I'm sorry to trick you, but let me lie to you here.

"Oh, bad. I had a harder time with just the numbers."

"Hmm? What do you mean? You didn't get more homework for a bright man, did you?

With a strangely inclined award aside, I put a ton of prints (...) on my desk.

An award with a bunch of prints in his eyes circles his eyes.

Honestly, I knew the award couldn't have done six times as much homework.

So after Mr. Charlotte left yesterday, I went to the convenience store and kept a copy of yesterday's homework.

The amount is triple.

I mean, half of the awards were in the shape I would do.

Naturally, the part where awards are likely to go wrong is deliberately wrong.

The correct answer rate is 50%.

The lack of sleep is also a good place thanks to it.

Well, I'm not going to say anything about that because I'm on my own.

It was also my fault that the award added more homework, so I felt good about it because of Charlotte and the others, and I reconsidered trying to help.

But I didn't think the award had a better answer rate of 50%.

Now, despite the tests, you've been playing all the games here lately without even studying.

"Oh, hey, bright man...... Why are you looking at me with those scary eyes? It's like," What are we gonna do with this idiot? ♪ Isn't that the eye... ♪

"Oh, you got it."

"-!"

An award for hearing my reply makes a rattling noise and rises from his seat.

Trying to keep running - instantly, I grabbed the shoulder of the award.

"Come on, where are we going?

"Yes, no, I just wanted to go to the bathroom..."

"Well, there's no choice in physiological phenomena. Now, let me ask you a question about the award. Which do you prefer if you keep running into the bathroom and you can show me hell without finishing your homework, or if you can show me hell here and now?

I smiled and asked.

By the way, I'm asking, there can't be a choice in awards or anything.

"If I could, without either..."

"I can't."

I knew how Zhang would answer, and the moment Zhang spoke, I forced him to sit in the chair.

Thirty minutes after the homeroom begins.

Three times as much homework as I have to do, but twice as much is done by the awards.

One of these days the answers match the part I expected, so you can rewrite the wrong part to match the print I've done.

If it's just rewriting and copying, the two of us will be critical in time.

It's just that I'm willing to die for the award, so I'll do my best.

- The hell I said I'd show you is a copy of this massive print.

Until Dr. Meiyu arrived, we both moved our arms desperately.

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