My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Shakespeare. You can't change your mouth." Gong Ming smiled lightly and shook his head.

"What's the difference between Shakespeare who doesn't dare to open his mouth and Xianyu." The girl said indifferently.

"You..." Gong Ming felt a little helpless towards this sharp-toothed student.

"Speaking of which, I'm really surprised that you let those ordinary people hold you down." Gong Ming laughed suddenly:

"I don't know what those people will think if they know that the person they rubbed against the ground is the former captain of the third team of the Valkyrie Army, the dignified A-level Valkyrie."

"What else can I do if I'm not held down by them?" The girl named Shakespeare glanced at her teacher angrily, "No one in Nicholas' classroom is allowed unless he has permission from Nicholas himself and his life is threatened. Use the Honkai energy on ordinary people. Did you forget the rules you set yourself back then?"

Gong Ming was obviously taken aback, then laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to remember."

"Of course I remember." Shakespeare said blankly, "If someone abandons the classroom he built, there must always be someone who sticks to it. Since you don't care, someone must care."

"Shakespeare..." Gong Ming said with a bit of embarrassment on his face, but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"How does it feel to be betrayed by one of your own disciples? How does it feel to build up your own strength to be a bird and beast?" Shakespeare said with a mocking face. Apocalypse, who is in charge of the regime, is fighting for the front. But now the disciples are walking, scattered, and retired. Only two or three kittens and dogs who have lost their positions are still barely maintaining their appearance. Even the founder I don’t even care about the classroom anymore. The golden generation of the year has already become duckweed in the rain and drifted in the wind. There are even many people who changed the door and fell into the door of the enemy Apocalypse. This kind of betrayal..."

"How can it be called betrayal." Gong Ming shook his head, and said calmly to the red-haired girl, "Aren't they still comrades in the trenches with us now? It's just a change of place of work, how can you say that?" It's betrayal."

"Just hypnotize yourself." Shakespeare snorted, "Who in the world doesn't know that Kaslana and Apocalypse are almost torn apart? Even the merger of Nicholas and Kaslana is due to disadvantages, you old man It was a really good hand.”

"...Actually, I didn't want to involve you..." Gong Ming said softly, as if he felt a little guilty, "The so-called Nicholas classroom is actually just something I created to stimulate your collective sense of honor. I didn't expect that It will be your burden one day."

"Is it still meaningful to say this now?" Shakespeare snorted coldly.

"..." After a moment of silence, Gong Ming decided to change the subject.

"How is your senior sister doing recently?"

"Her? How can her house girl live?" The red-haired girl suddenly said angrily, as if she had been brought up to some serious point of anger:

"Don't you have any idea of ​​her character? Without you, she would step out of the room? Shut yourself in the room every day to carve this and that, and spend a few more from time to time. Now even the monthly salary It’s all maids. If it weren’t for a few people who took care of her all day long, the red cloth covering her head would grow mushrooms, would you believe it? Oh! I almost forgot, back then you liked this kind of student the most , don’t cry, don’t fight, don’t fight, don’t grab! Like a little milk cat, you can be happy for a long time if you tease it casually. Since she was dismissed from her post during the rectification of the Destiny Legion, she has stayed in that house every day. I The only few times I saw her come out was holding someone's statue in a daze in the yard. But someone is so cruel that he hasn't seen her for six years!"

"Don't say it so ambiguously..." Gong Ming rubbed his head with some headaches, "I seem to be a liar who deceives the little girl's feelings. Your elder sister will not marry in the future. It's really...some You can't talk nonsense."

"Marry?" Shakespeare's eyes widened. "You still expect that guy to marry someone other than you? Are you not as shameless as an emotional liar?"

"I'm her teacher." Gong Ming emphasized with a serious face, "Girls will always have a good impression of older men in adolescence, but when they grow up, they will always meet someone who suits them."

Seeing that Shakespeare was about to reply, Gong Ming quickly said: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it, don't mess with it, I finally asked you to come here to deal with relationship issues."

"Hmph." Shakespeare folded his hands on his chest, but he also knew it was not the time to be noisy, so he just let out a cold snort and stopped talking.Waiting for Gong Ming's next words.

"How many people can we gather now?" Gong Ming asked.

"If you say right away," Shakespeare put away his smiling face and turned serious, "then don't think about it, it's just me and the house girl. In terms of combat power, I can count as two, and the house girl is about three." If you count two and a half of yourself and two and a half of your little princess, it can be counted as nine and a half A-level combat power, which is about half of the high-end combat power of Destiny today. But the mid-range combat power of the Valkyrie level Force is a complete no-brainer. None of us."

Having said that, she glared at Gong Ming angrily.Gong Ming, who knew he was wrong, could only smile apologetically.

"But if you give me 3 months, I should still be able to gather some of the strength of the year. As long as I can gather [-]% of the strength of the year, we will have a fight with the Apocalypse family. If you are willing to climb up Reorganizing the Nicholas classroom, then it is possible to gather more than [-]%. As long as there are [-]%, we can at least equal the strength of the opponent in the middle.”

Gong Ming was taken aback for a moment, "Did we have such a great talent back then?"

Shakespeare was stunned by Gong Ming's question, stepped on Gong Ming's foot instantly annoyed, and said through gritted teeth:

"You also said that if the Apocalypse family had not cultivated a series of Valkyries themselves, now the entire Destiny, except Kaslana's Valkyries, should have the blood of Nicholas' classroom. It's nothing more than a matter of closeness .”

"You have spent more than ten years cultivating something, don't you have any idea in your heart?"

"Hey..." Gong Ming laughed, "Go on, go on."

"Haven't I finished?" The red-haired girl said angrily: "I need to know your plan, and then arrange my next tasks. If you just want to assassinate a few high-level members of the Apocalypse family, then you and I will join you." It’s about the same as the house girl. If we directly set up a rebellion to overthrow the destiny, I have a lot of work to do on our side, and their Kaslana family should also have to prepare a lot of things..."

"That... wait." Gong Ming suddenly spoke weakly, interrupting Shakespeare's words. "Can I say something?"

"Say!"

"I can say that I just want to catch up with you today. By the way, make preparations so that Karen won't be bullied when she marries..."

"Oh, teacher, why are you running outside?"

"William PS, you don't want this expression, I always feel panicked."

"It's in a panic...Nicholas! Stop! I, Shakespeare, will beat you to death today, you bastard!!"

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Chapter 32 Justice

"Since the seed of evil has been planted, and the poppies have bloomed the flowers of evil desire in the shadows. Then there must be deft hands weaving the banner of the righteous, and there must be a hero who draws the sword of judgment and shouts to the evil: "

At night, in an ordinary room in a holy city, a small kerosene lamp lights up a small area on the table, and a red-haired figure is crouching there, borrowing the faint light from the lamp to light up a small area. , writing quickly on the paper with a quill.

Her handwriting is clear and elegant, delicate and meaningful.Just like the handwriting written on the blackboard by the man who taught them how to write.