LOL: Classmate Lacus who is good at teasing

Chapter 2 Graves
"Sorry, teacher."

Silas quickly apologized and picked up the papers on the floor.

Lux originally didn't want to go up to help him pick it up, but seeing his pouting his buttocks in a hurry, she couldn't help but sighed, and knelt down to help him clean it up.

"It's okay, classmate, are you okay?"

The professor's voice was deep and magnetic, and his face looked peaceful and lifeless, but he was not in a hurry to pack up the papers, but was groping for something on the ground.

Silas saw a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the ground, and knowing that they belonged to the teacher, he picked them up and handed them to him.

"Thank you, classmate."

The teacher was very gentle, wearing white gloves, and thanked him by adjusting his glasses.

Silas glanced curiously at the teacher who was dressed as a professor, with brown hair and brown beard, black-rimmed glasses, and the red-brown uniform of Trond College, with a refined and easy-going appearance.

How do you feel, this teacher always has a feeling of deja vu?

He vaguely felt that this teacher looked familiar, but he also felt that he lacked an important weapon, and his temperament was not like him.

"Teacher, I'm really sorry. Where are you going? I'll send you there."

"No, I'm already here."

Silas looked up as the professor strode into the classroom next to them.

"Class One, Grade One."

After reading the class card, his face immediately darkened.

It turned out that this professor was the teacher of Class [-]. He offended the teacher of his own class on the first day of school.

Fortunately, this teacher seems approachable and easy to get along with, and he is a friendly person at first glance.

Lux walked towards the classroom, and smiled back at Silas: "Let's go, it seems that the teacher is an amiable person."

He nodded and glanced at his watch again, it was 55:5, and he would be late in [-] minutes.

If you offend the teacher again and are late again, it's like flying a plane in a cesspit-you've passed the mark.

So he quickly followed her into the classroom.

The classroom is very empty, covering more than 100 square meters, with more than a dozen pairs of desks and chairs, all of which are single-person desks. Only a few scattered students sit in the back, and the brown-bearded professor just now is standing in front of the desk, sorting out the complicated material.

He saw the two people following in, paused for a while, and then said, "It turns out they are students in my class. They are very punctual. You should choose two seats to sit down first."

Seeing that the teacher really didn't care about what happened just now, Silas breathed a sigh of relief, and chose a seat by the window to sit down.

Just as he was about to sit down, a gust of fragrant wind passed by, and Lacus also came here.

"I'll sit next to you and give me more questions in the future."

She looked at Silas with a grin, and sat beside him before he could answer.

"Are you serious?"

Silas was speechless. Haha, a bitter student who passed the exam, gave lectures to recommended students. Are you sure he wasn't making fun of him?
"Ang." Lux smiled sweetly, but it made Silas's scalp tingle.

Why do I always feel that she is different from what I think, why is she not innocent at all.

He patted his head helplessly, turned his head and glanced, and found that the classroom was empty, so he raised his wrist to look at his watch.

It's almost nine o'clock, why are there still so few people in the classroom, what about the others?
The time passed by every minute and every second, and it was already ten past nine, and the teacher on the stage, Mr. Zongxu, was still calmly sorting out the materials, as if he had forgotten that it was time for class.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

"report!"

A yellow-haired boy broke in panting and shouted a report to the brown-bearded teacher.

Silas and Lux ​​cast their eyes on the sweaty little yellow-haired little embarrassment.

"Ezreal?"

Silas glanced at it and recognized that the little yellow hair was Ezreal, but like them, he was not wearing a college uniform, and he was also a freshman.

"You recognize him?"

Lux's beautiful eyes shone with curiosity, and she glanced at Silas, why does he know everyone, isn't he a freshman?

"I know, oh, I don't know." He subconsciously answered yes, then thought about where he knew Ezreal in this world, and shook his head again.

He said he didn't know him, but he didn't feel strange or curious about the classmate who came in at the door, which made Lacus curious about him.

There is a problem, he is hiding it from himself!
Teacher Zongxu was still sorting out the materials on his own, as if he didn't hear the report from Ezreal.

Even Silas couldn't bear to see him standing at the door, sweating profusely and bewildered.

The most depressing thing is not the stormy criticism from the teacher after you make a mistake, but the depressive silence before the storm.

"report!"

Ezreal yelled again, and this time Mr. Brownbeard glanced at him.

"Newborn Ezreal, what time is it?"

A deep voice came, and Ezreal wiped his sweat with his sleeve, his lips were trembling, knowing that he was late, but he didn't know how to speak.

"That classmate is Silas, tell him what time it is."

Seeing that the teacher recognized him too, Silas stood up, looked at his watch, and sighed.

You little yellow hair, please be blessed.

"Ten past nine." He said the time.

Hearing that he was 10 minutes late, Ezreal hurriedly explained to Mr. Brownbeard.

"Teacher, I'm not late, it's just that there is a traffic jam on the road, and the school bus is too late..."

"Then get up earlier next time and come over by yourself. Close the door and stand in the corner by yourself."

"But I really..."

Before he could explain anything, the teacher turned his head and gave him a sideways look.

"Do you need me to ask you?"

"..."

Apparently all teachers are the same and don't listen to what students explain at all.

Ezreal could only close the door obediently, and stood by the wall in front of the door.

"Heck, daredevil."

Seeing his aggrieved look, Lacus covered her mouth and snickered, where did this pupil come from, and she was still arguing with the teacher.

Silas sat down, looking at Ezreal with sympathy.

Even if you have a mouth that Thanos can't get rid of with a snap of his fingers, you can't stand up to the teacher.

Even when Aurelion Sol came, he had to report to the teacher when he came in.

"boom!"

The door that had just been closed was slammed open again, this time with great force, directly hitting the wall, and hitting Ezreal who was standing in a daze, knocking him down.

"Report, there is a traffic jam, I seem to be late, teacher, don't mind."

I guess, this one is even more heavyweight.

Silas quickly responded and looked, and saw that the person who came in this time was wearing earphones, a black mask, a black peaked cap, a romantic bun, and a cool hip-hop outfit when he arrived in the classroom.

"Brother Suozi?"

He recognized this prodigal young man, Yasuo, who looked like he was really hurting his skin, had a very strong black aura.

"You know a new classmate?" Lacus was even more puzzled. He really knows everyone. Could it be that his surname is actually Song Mingjiang?
Yasuo didn't notice that there was someone behind the door. Seeing that the teacher didn't respond, he thought he didn't care, so he shook his head coolly and walked in.

"I didn't say you could go."

In an instant, a crimson overall, light and complex short spear full of technology and arcane atmosphere arrived at Yasuo's head.

It's the teacher, he took out a shotgun from nowhere with a blank expression, and put it on the forehead of the dissolute Yasuo.

"I……"

Not to mention how horrified Yasuo was, even Silas and Lux ​​below were taken aback.

Didn't this teacher look elegant and easy-going just now?Why is it so wild to point a shotgun full of technology at the head of your student without a word?
There was cold sweat on Yasuo's forehead, and he didn't want to open his mind.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to explain again, a hand suddenly stretched out from the ground and grabbed his feet.

"What the hell?!"

Yasuo jumped up instantly in fright and stepped on that hand.

"what!"

A scream spread throughout the classroom, and Ezreal clutched his swollen hands and wailed, causing everyone to be unable to bear to look directly at him.

He raised his head dumbly, and met Yasuo's eyes, wanting to cry but not crying.

I didn't mess with any of you...

"My Aurelion Sol, these guys are heavyweights."

Silas muttered to himself, isn't Class [-] of this grade said to be full of talents?Why do I feel that apart from myself and Lacus, they are all valuables.

Lux also stroked her forehead, looking helplessly at her future classmates.

It seems that only myself and Silas next to me are normal people.

At the same time, many students rushed outside, their eyes widened as they looked at the gun held by Mr. Brown Beard.

Did you come to the wrong place, you went to the hot weapon training ground, do you want to train American Iai?

Teacher Zongxu glared at the group of students who came late, knowing that it was really a traffic jam and they were all late, but he still held his gun and groaned.

"Everyone go in and find a seat to stand, and the next class meeting will begin."

He carried the gun steadily and turned around to walk to the podium. As if the late students were amnesty, Yasuo quickly covered the crying Ezreal and hurried in.

In the classroom, Silas and Lux ​​were sitting. They looked at the brown-bearded teacher who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, carrying a gun, and wearing white gloves. He had an elegant and easy-going demeanor, and they all swallowed.

He was gentle and gentle just now, but the appearance of carrying a thick shotgun now really makes people feel a strong contrast.

He wrote his phone number on the blackboard, then turned around and glanced at the students below, and said slowly, "Let me introduce you, from now on I will be your head teacher, Army Major, Special Researcher of God's Weapon, Graves."

(End of this chapter)