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After breakfast, I told my family and set off to attend what was probably the most brutal parent meeting in history.
This was a meeting that was going to be ridiculous. When a bunch of unscrupulous beauties at home learned about the news, they praised the teacher at the military academy for being such a genius. Lilina even said goodbye to me. The atmosphere is like that of Yi Shui. You can see how unloyal this guy is.
But no matter what, since I have accepted the invitation, I still have to go.
Parents¡¯ meeting, everyone knows this, right?
Anyway, I have a deep memory of this. During my elementary school and even junior high school years, this kind of activity accompanied a certain family for several years of campus life, and it left an indelible impression on me: because I had no parents to call.
At that time, my only relative was my sister, a girl who was only four or five years older than me. She was still a student at that time, so every parent-teacher meeting made us feel even more stressed. We were in high school at the time. Because of this, my elder sister had to take a leave of absence and travel half of the school to the elementary school to meet with my younger brother¡¯s teacher¡ªthat might even be the head teacher who taught her just a few semesters ago, and I had to accept all kinds of troubles caused by this. It was a difficult time, and even now I feel a little sour when I think about it, but whenever my sister and I talk about these things in those years, both of us will laugh for a while: those sour memories still exist today. It has unknowingly become a precious thing.
¡°In short, parent-teacher conferences, an experience that may seem ordinary to others, have a different meaning to me.
Therefore, after receiving the invitation letter for the parent-teacher meeting sent by Sister Misaka through the mercury lamp doll, I just sighed and decided to take this matter seriously.
Because those girls, like me, have no parents.
As mass-produced clones, living beings that can be mass-produced with the push of a button, the Misaka sisters, although they have thousands of sisters, do not have any relatives who can attend parent-teacher conferences for them, which creates a subtle sense of psychological resonance. It makes me feel that no matter which idiot instructor came up with the deceptive idea of ????a parent-teacher conference, I should go there myself, even if it is just to let the Misaka sisters feel some family care.
¡I thought so until I walked through the gate of the Imperial Military Academy.
"Thisthis is so fucking cheating!"
Looking at the notice at the gate, I looked up to the sky and sighed.
In order to welcome the upcoming carnival, the teachers and students of the school are working together to prepare programs for the celebration. Therefore, parents are invited to come to the school to contact the teachers. The scope of this parent-teacher meeting is: all classes in the junior high school. The following is omitted.
There are more than 10,000 Misaka girls in the entire junior high school! At first, I thought it was some crazy class teacher in the college who suddenly wanted the Misaka girls in his class to call their parents. Now it seems that the crazy one is a member of the college council? !
Co-author Today¡¯s parent-teacher conference was held for me alone!
I can imagine the following scene:
At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher began to announce the students¡¯ results, and then called their names one by one: ¡°Please come to the stage and say a few words for the parents of Misaka 10086.¡±
I slipped onto the stage.
"Please invite the parents of Misaka 10031 students to come and receive the certificate!"
I slipped onto the stage.
"Please tell the parents of Misaka 12580 students about their educational experience!"
I slipped onto the stage.
"Please ask the parents of Misaka 12345 students"
I used to practice sprinting and squatting!
"Ah! It's Onii-sama! Misaka 10031 saw Onii-sama in distress and immediately greeted him happily."
The sudden call from behind made me come back to my senses from the dizzy state of being tricked by my father. I turned my head and immediately saw a brown-haired girl wearing a winter school uniform standing less than ten meters behind me. The latter was standing in front of me. Holding his schoolbag, he looked at himself with a very happy expression.
"Oh, Misaka," I weakly greeted the Misaka sister I first met, "I'm here to attend the parent-teacher meeting"
"Well, everyone is waiting! Onii-sama, come here! Misaka 10031 said happily because she was the first to receive Onii-sama."
The girl ran over happily, took my arm and ran towards the depths of the college.
As for me, who has become a messy parabola, I can only move my legs upside down under the instinct of my reflex nerves, and I am dragged by Misaka sister to the junior high school.The twin-tailed girl who was twitching on the ground tried very hard to raise a hand and cast a look at me asking for help - she had just been hit by a hundred thousand volts, and she did not dare to reach out to Misaka again, "Pervert brother, help ¡¡±
You said two more words, idiot!
Without hesitation, I picked up the petite Shirai-san and aimed at the garbage basket not far away. I threw it!
We have mastered this trick with Lilina. Although Shirai is much taller than the unlucky guy who took decades to grow into a one-meter flat-chested king, this thin and small twin tail can be thrown up It doesn't affect the accuracy at all. Look, in a blink of an eye, the bad mosaic named Heizi wasplanted into the flower bed.
"Heizi won't die, will she?"
A worried voice sounded from behind us. Misaka Mikoto and I said without looking back x2: "This kind of pervert will never die!"
After I finished speaking, I remembered to turn around and take a look. Sure enough, Genki Hei Changzhi, wearing a winter school uniform, was standing behind me, and next to her, a flowerpot was looking at this building with amazement. It could be described as grand. The super academy.
Sorry, Uiharu-san, but I have always believed that the flowerpot is your true identity, just like I have always believed that Tavel¡¯s soul lives in her glasses.
"No matter how many times I see it, I always think it is a good luxurious school!" Uiharu Shili's face was full of excitement. The grandeur of the Imperial Military Academy was extremely shocking to this girl who had always longed for the life of a rich young lady. It is enviable that here there is a teaching building that can be used as a parliament building on earth, an arcane teaching area like a giant castle built by magisters from all over the world, and an aerospace interest group activity room where light warships can take off and land at any time (if the entire aerospace command center and the modular battleship platform can also be considered as activity rooms), ever since a certain purple-haired heroic spirit opened a "riding extracurricular tutoring class", we also opened a racecourse behind the junior high school A school has gone through so much trouble. Such a scale is not enough even if you move it to Academy City for comparison.
"It would be so dreamy if I could take classes here and learn magic in that castle! And maybe I could get acquainted with an elegant vampire and taste black tea under the moon" The girl named Uiharu Shiri was completely trapped at this moment She was in a delusional state, and the "glorious life of a young lady" began to impact her high-speed quad-core head hidden in a flower pot. As a result, I was ignored even when I took the initiative to say hello to her.
"Well, it's still like this in early spring," Ruizi stuck out her tongue at me cutely, and then turned around like a 9 in a flash, like Jingle Bells, "Oh no! Wow, it's a cute blue and white today."
The short skirt of the girl in the flower pot flutters, and Saten Ruiko, who is updraft level 6, is so powerful and domineering at this moment. She can perform the upskirt technique in front of others, especially a man, in front of her friends. Is this this guy Ruiko? Are you not treating me as an outsider at all, or should I say that a certain black man has become so subconscious about lifting his skirt that he doesn't even bother to observe his surroundings?
Feeling the cool breeze blowing by, Chuchun immediately froze for a moment, then turned to look at me with his face flushed and his neck stiff, and the flower on his head suddenly bloomed: high temperature catalysis!
"Wow wow wow! How could Saten-sanhow could he do it in front of so many people"
"Ha, it seems quite lively," while the girls were having fun, another voice rang from not far away. This time, it was the red-haired bad priest and the greatest bishop next to him. Laura Stewart. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com