Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

Although he has been vomiting for a long time in this state.

How to ignore before, now his body is the level of an elite goblin.

If you drink too much, you will still vomit.

But none of this matters!

The important thing is that he has to criticize those guys in strange clothes tonight!

Yes, it is like that.

I guess those guys who are stubborn all day have nothing to say about their behavior, right?

After all, this is trying to pull those lost lambs back to the right path.

It's just that it doesn't work for the time being, so I have to keep working hard tonight.

Squinting, a surge of drowsiness struck.

He wouldn't have woken up at all if it wasn't for a tumult in his stomach.

At this time, he was ready to take a good sleep.

"But what did I just do?"

In a trance, the sheep head man seemed to think of what he seemed to have done before.

But now I can't remember anything.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the sheep-headed man sat up from the bed.

"By the way, I threw Pinocchio's nose away."

Thinking of this, the sheep head man lay back on the bed with peace of mind.

Ah~

comfortable~

Well, alcohol is really powerful.

But was my alcohol intake so bad before?

None of the dwarves' wine could get him drunk...

Humans are really interesting creatures...

In this way, the sheep-headed man lay on the bed of the small hotel and fell asleep.

While falling asleep, he turned over and scratched his butt.

In the classroom, Hikigaya Hachiman felt that something was really wrong.

'what is the problem? ’

Sitting in position, it feels like leaning on an iceberg.

Chills swept across his body from behind, making him feel like he was in an ice cellar.

Hikigaya Hachiman felt that his mind was confused.

Obviously it was fine at noon, but I don't know when my mind was occupied by all kinds of messy thoughts.

Like when he first got the oil lamp.

After this period of time, Hikigaya Hachiman was almost able to restrain the impulse.

It is even possible to take classes with peace of mind ignoring the presence of oil lamps.

Originally, he thought that his life was about to return to peace, and he continued to be a small transparent student.

That impulse was aroused again, even more ferocious than before.

His chaotic thoughts were gradually engulfed.

The firm will also disintegrated little by little.

Not that his personality or soul was devoured.

But his will was disintegrated, knowing that there was a problem with this oil lamp, but he couldn't help but want to use it.

Hikigaya Hachiman knew that something was wrong with him.

His sanity was like that of a soldier in a lonely city surrounded by enemies.

Although it is still stubbornly resisting, the fall of this city is a matter of time.

"Classmate? Classmate? Your homework?"

"what?"

In a trance, Hikiya Hachiman heard someone calling him.

Raising his head sharply, his pupils, which were gradually occupied by bloodshot eyes, looked at the person in front of him.

"You, your homework."

The person being stared at was also startled.

When Hikigaya Hachiman raised her head just now, she almost thought she was going to be beaten.

"Give."

Fortunately, this gloomy man who seemed to be in a bad mood finally gave her his homework normally.

A false alarm.

Patting her chest, the girl left the classroom with her homework.

Just happened to meet a very familiar figure.

"Sakamoto-san."

It was obvious that he appeared with Sakamoto, but only Sakamoto was recognized.

It seems that Luo Zhen doesn't have much fame among girls?

Chapter 355 The great philosopher Dior Brando said...

With his head buried in his arms, Hikigaya Hachiman tried his best to restrain the turbulent thoughts in his heart.

On the one hand his reason told him that the oil lamp could not be used.

But on the other hand, he couldn't help but want to make a wish.

Sounds a bit complicated.

To put it simply, before the exam, you clearly knew that you should read the book to review, but you still couldn't help but take out your phone and start playing games and swiping the small video screen.

Even knowing that such behavior is wrong can even lead to a feeling of guilt inside.

But the body still gave the action honestly.

How fun is it to play mobile phones, why read books?

The current situation of Hikigaya Hachiman is more serious than this.

Similar to some sane addicts.

I knew it couldn't go on like this, but I couldn't help but step out of that line.

With his head attached to the table, he felt the table change from cold to warm.

Hikigaya Hachiman's heart is also active.

‘Obviously there is such a good thing, why not use it? ’

‘Didn’t you make a wish before? Isn't it okay? ’

'It'll be alright, make a wish. ’

'Now there's a good chance to get out of my boring youth. ’

'No matter what you want to do, you can achieve it, just use this oil lamp. ’

The zipper of the bag is unzipped.

Hikigaya Hachiman's hand had left the table at some point and touched the schoolbag in the belly of the table.

The fingertips were less than a centimeter away from the oil lamp.

Through the opening of the zipper, Hikigu Hachiman stared blankly at the dazzling golden color.

The oil lamp, which was originally made of brass, was as charming as glittering gold in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and Hikiya Hachiman was about to take it out.

At the moment when the fingertips touched the icy wall of lamps——

"Ah! It's Sakamoto-san!"

"Where?"

"I saw it! So handsome!"

"Wow! He's really tall."

"I have a picture of him on my phone."

"Really? Send me a copy!"

A girl's suppressed screams came from the classroom.

The corners of Hikigu Hachiman's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction of the voice, ready to make a mocking comment in the style of Hikigu Hachiman.

By the way, what kind of style is Hikiya Hachiman style?

Dead fisheye style?

In other words, why do I associate ranting and ridicule so naturally?

The head that had been occupied by all kinds of messy thoughts now only has the content of the spit running.

Following the gaze of several girls, Hikigaya Hachiman saw a tall figure.

As a Japanese, Sakamoto's height is indeed a bit too high.

‘This guy has to be 1.9 meters tall, right? ’

'At least one meter eighty-five. ’

‘Did that girl say he was two meters two before? This is obviously unscientific. ’

'But these girls are really making a fuss. ’

Rolling his eyes, he was a little calmer than Keiya Hachiman's mind.

But only some.

Glancing at the oil lamp in the schoolbag, Hikiya Hachiman pulled the zipper with difficulty.

Be prepared to find a suitable place to make a wish after school in the afternoon.

Well, he still hasn't given up the idea of ​​making a wish.

The last few times he'd been able to pull the brakes at the last minute, but not this time.

Not even the thought of hitting the brakes.

There is a great momentum.

"It seems a little strange?"

Rubbing his chin, Luo Zhen said thoughtfully.

He also saw Hikiya Hachiman's dazed expression before.

Like some addicts with seizures.

Don't doubt, Luo Zhen has seen those guys who lose their minds for a little powder.

At that time, they could no longer be called human beings.

They have become slaves of desire.

Withered face, thin limbs, sluggish expression, severely damaged nerves.