Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

"Um?"

When Naruto turned her head, she caught a strange man in the crowd.

The man was so neatly dressed that it could even be said that he was about to go on a date.

But Naruto Muku was sure he wasn't going on a date.

As the daughter of Naruto Qiuren, Naruto Muku also inherited her father's terrifying powers of observation.

First of all, his face was haggard and he looked very sad. The whole person hurriedly walked on the road.

It's like a middle-aged man after learning that his relatives had an accident.

Second, who would hold a puppet in their arms when they have nothing to do on a date?

His gaze moved to the doll in the man's arms, and Naruto's eyes were very subtle.

This doll is so ugly.

And it's wood.

It turns out that human XP has reached this level now?

Anyway, it is also wrapped in a layer of silicone, which is not too expensive.

Shaking his head, Naruto no longer thinks about this man.

Although her father is a criminal policeman, she herself has no interest in this kind of thing, and naturally she will not choose to do some murderous behavior.

Don't even think about stalking men and the like.

She still has to go to school.

Taking a step forward, Naruto Ming walked towards the school.

The man also didn't notice the existence of Naruto Mukuro, but continued to look anxiously for something while holding the doll in his arms.

If you get close, you can hear him muttering to himself:

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"I'll find it for you."

"Please, please don't be sad."

Pedestrians passing by looked sideways at him, seeming to regard him as a strange person.

After seeing the doll in his arms, the idea was even stronger.

This person is definitely a weirdo who will appear in urban legends.

Thinking of this, passers-by pulled away from the man one after another.

And the man didn't care about these pedestrians, but continued to look for something anxiously.

It didn't take long for Luo Zhen and Heping Zewei to appear in their respective classrooms on time.

When Luo Zhen stuffed his schoolbag into the table, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

For the other students in this classroom, these two days were just ordinary days.

Going to and from school as always, as always on weekends to go out to play or stay at home.

There were no waves and nothing special.

But for Luo Zhen, these two days feel like a long time has passed.

About thirty chapters long.

"Student Luo Zhen, how is your body?"

Kono Sakura, who was sitting in the back row, took the initiative to ask.

Luo Zhen didn't come to class on the previous Thursday and Friday.

The excuse is also very old-fashioned, 'I'm sick, I'm not feeling well, and if I have to go to school, I'll cause trouble for other people. ’

If it is in our words, the latter half of the sentence is very redundant.

The teacher doesn't care about that either.

But if it is placed in Japan, the probability of success in asking for leave in the latter half of the sentence will be much higher.

After all, one of the education that many people have received since childhood has been repeatedly mentioned "don't cause trouble to other people".

Luo Zhen does not comment on this point, in fact, this is nothing to brag about.

It's just a matter of education.

If you insist on bragging, then Luo Zhen can only talk to you about the messy understanding of politics here.

If nothing else, it is enough to say that a well-known "Japanese manga artist is politically sloppy".

Although Luo Zhen also knows that this kind of thing cannot be generalized, it is too stereotyped.

But who makes some people like to use stereotypes to talk about things?

Whoops, that's going a little too far.

"It's okay, I feel better now."

Nodding, Luo Zhen said with a smile.

Even if he can play openly and truantly at any time, the feeling of not coming to school is still very cool.

The two chatted each and every sentence until the closing time of the school was approaching.

"almost."

Pulling over a chair, Luo Zhen looked out the window expectantly.

As a celebrity of Sobu Gao, Sakamoto can always play some new tricks when it comes to going to school and entering the school gate.

Every time he got stuck, he was always fighting wits and courage with the doorman, the security guard.

Of course, it all ended in Sakamoto's victory.

"Da da da da da da..."

In the distance, there was the sound of dense footsteps.

The security guard's eyes suddenly sharpened as he was about to close the door.

'It's that guy! ’

Turning his head, Sakamoto, whose glasses were reflecting a strange light in the sun, was moving fast.

Surprisingly, he was holding a long bamboo in his hand, as if he was about to jump high.

"Wait? High jump?"

The security guard, who had almost closed the door, suddenly realized something.

But it could be too late.

The tip of the bamboo was on the floor. Sakamoto crossed the school gate with a very standard and graceful high jump posture. After landing, he rushed into the teaching building and disappeared.

Only a bamboo standing outside the school gate silently proves what happened here.

"Damn guy!"

Today's victory.

Sakamoto wins.

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Chapter 141 The road ahead is at your feet

When the class bell rang, Sakamoto sat in his seat on time.

Obviously, in terms of time, it will not be able to catch up, but Sakamoto did it.

The students in the class are also used to it.

Sakamoto, no matter how unreasonable things happen to Sakamoto, it seems normal.

They are used to it.

Pushing the glasses, the corner of Sakamoto's mouth drew a slight arc.

As expected of me.

"Okay, everyone, please be quiet."

After a few seconds, Shizuo Hiratsuka walked into the classroom with the lecture notes.

After habitually scanning the classroom, he put his eyes on Luo Zhen.

After finding that Luo Zhen's complexion was not bad, he nodded slightly.

Before Luo Zhen didn't come to school without saying hello, she was really worried for a while.

It wasn't until I received the news of the leave that I was a little relieved.

Although every time she goes out to drink, she always talks about saying something like quitting, but she still subconsciously cares about the students in her class.

"Everyone, it's almost June, please cheer up and study hard."

As I said before, the first semester in Japan is generally from April to July, with summer vacation in August.

For Luo Zhen and his group of students, half of the semester has passed.

"Ah, why so fast."

"I haven't had a good time yet."

"Damn it, my club will be disbanded if it goes on like this!"

Not surprisingly, when it came to the study podium, there was a wailing.

Except for some students who really like to learn, most people have some subconscious resistance to learning.

Although under the pressure of further education, I will keep this resistance in my heart, and then I will do my best to study.

Turning his head, Luo Zhen looked at An Yilun in surprise.

You haven't given up your broken society yet?

To tell the truth, sometimes Luo Zhen can't understand why this guy insists so much.

For a dream?

But Luo Zhen didn't feel the enthusiasm for the dream from the other side.

How do you feel.

Anyway, it's a little weird, like white sugar mixed with glass ballast.

It all looks the same but something just isn't right.

never mind.

Shaking his head, Luo Zhen stopped thinking about An Yi Lun's affairs.

No matter how good his society is, Luo Zhen doesn't care.

If An Yilun can really rely on the community that is not even a small workshop to make a work that "surpasses all galgame games on the market" as he said, then the staff of those large game companies can Suicide in situ.

Before committing suicide, he had to write a 10,000-word apology.

Geniuses are everywhere, especially in this age of population explosion.

Even if the probability is small, it is not a small number under the support of a huge base.

Not just in the animation industry, but in all walks of life.

For example, e-sports are still fighting in the professional arena.

Who wasn't a genius AD/top/mid/jungle/support back then?

The staff of those big companies were all geniuses who competed one by one. Luo Zhen really couldn't understand how An Yilun would compete.

Of course, there are so-called dung works produced by those big companies.

But it's an exaggeration to say that it will surpass all similar games on the market.