After breakfast, I spoke to my family and headed off for what might have been the most brutal parent meeting ever.
This is a meeting where you can guess how nonsense it will be. After hearing the news, a group of unscrupulous beauties in the family praised the teacher of the Military Academy as a genius. Lilina even said goodbye to me. Make the atmosphere as if it's on the edge of Yishui, you can see how disloyal this guy is.
But no matter what, since I have accepted the invitation, I still have to go.
Parent meeting, everyone knows this, right
Anyway, I have a deep memory of this. In my elementary school or even junior high school, this kind of activity accompanied a certain family for a whole year 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 elder sister, a girl who was only four or five years older than me. She was even a student that year, so every parent meeting put pressure on my siblings. We were in high school at the time. Because of this, my older sister had to take leave of absence to travel half the school to the elementary school to meet my younger brother’s teacher—it might even be the head teacher who had just taught her a few semesters ago, and I had to accept all kinds of onlookers. , It was a difficult time, and even now I still feel a little sour when I think about it, but whenever my sister and I talked about these things back then, we both would laugh for a while: those sour memories are now gone. Unknowingly, it has become a precious thing.
In short, the parent meeting, which seems very ordinary to others, has a different meaning to me.
Therefore, after receiving the invitation letter for the parent meeting sent by Misaka sister through the mercury lamp doll, I just sighed that I was cheating, and decided to take this matter seriously.
Because those girls, like me, have no parents.
As mass-produced clones, fresh lives that can be mass-produced with a single button, although the Misaka sisters have thousands of sisters, they do not have a relative who can attend the parent-teacher meeting for themselves, a certain kind of subtle psychological resonance It made me think that no matter which idiot instructor came up with such a foolish idea of the parents' meeting, I should go there in person, even if it's just to let the Misaka sisters feel some family care.
… I thought so until I walked into the gate of Imperial College.
"This... this 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 of the students are invited to come to the school to meet with the teachers. The scope of this parent meeting: all classes in the junior high school, which are omitted below.
In the entire junior high school, more than 10,000 Misaka sisters are all in the junior high school! At first, I thought it was some brain-twitching homeroom teacher in the college who suddenly wanted the Misaka sisters in his class to be called parents. Now it seems that the brain-twitching is a member of the college council? !
Co-author Today's parent meeting is for me alone!
I can imagine the following scenarios:
At the parent meeting, the teacher began to announce the students' grades, and then called the students one by one: "The parents of Misaka 10086, please come to the stage and say a few words."
I slipped onto the stage.
"The parents of classmate Misaka 10031 are invited to receive the certificate!"
I slipped onto the stage.
"Ask the parents of classmate Misaka 12580 to introduce their educational experience!"
I slipped onto the stage.
"Please parents of classmate Misaka 12345..."
Co-author, I used to exercise sprinting and squatting!
"Ah! It's my brother! Misaka 10031 greeted my brother happily when he saw his distressed brother."
The sudden call from behind made me recover from the dizzy state of being cheated by my parents. I turned my head and immediately saw a girl with brown hair wearing a winter school uniform standing less than ten meters behind. Holding the schoolbag, he looked at himself with a very happy expression.
"Oh, Misaka," I weakly greeted the younger sister Misaka I knew first, "I'm here to attend the parent-teacher meeting..."
"Well, everyone is waiting! Onii-sama, come here! Misaka 10031 said happily because he was the first to receive on-ii-sama."
The girl ran over excitedly, took my arm and ran to the depths of the academy.
As for himself, who has been messed up in a parabola, he can only move his legs under the instinct of reflex nerves, and is dragged by sister Misaka to the auditorium of the junior high school.
I have to say that the things made by the empire are huge, even the auditorium of the junior high school is of such a brutal level. The circular auditorium that Misaka dragged me to is said to be able to hold a meeting of up to 20,000 people without any problem. On the surface is a junior high school auditorium, and if it is bigger, it is simply a parliament!
Although I had already guessed what a cruel scene this parent meeting would be, when I actually saw this scene, I still felt the corners of my eyes twitch.
Can you imagine that there are thousands of teachers sitting on the rostrum, tens of thousands of students sitting in the student area, and only one parent in the parent area would be a cruel thing.
He turned his head and looked at the more than 10,000 Misaka sisters behind him who seemed to come out neatly as if rl+ and then rl+v came out, then looked at the teacher team with distorted expressions not far in front, and finally looked at the side beside him In an empty environment, I decided to speak: "Then what, did you think of this scene before?"
A thousand or so teachers on the podium were stunned at the same time, and then turned their heads away.
"Over a thousand people, none of you have enlightened?!"
At that time, I jumped up and pointed at the group of guys in front of me who pretended to have nothing to do with me at this time and shouted.
I am probably the only parent in the world who dares to yell at the teacher like this at the parent meeting: these guys really deserve it!
How did your sister's environment, which is the same as that of the United Nations interrogation of Class A war criminals, unfold
"Well, someone actually thought of it," Medea, who was sitting in the class teacher's area, stroked her hair awkwardly, her elf-like pointed ears trembling, which was a sign of nervousness, "But the Misakas really want one Parents' meeting, although we are teachers, we can't beat your 10,000 younger sisters at all, I'm very sorry... "
When Medea said this, the surrounding teachers also showed embarrassing expressions. Whether it was the imperial instructor, the heroic teacher, or the foreign instructors from other worlds, each of them was a little bit uncomfortable.
But my heart moved, and I turned to look at the younger sister legions behind me.
Want a parent-teacher conference? Why
For wanting my attention? Want to act like a baby? Want to show that you have family too? Or do you just want to experience the campus life of normal girls in this way
I don't know what these girls who are gradually gaining rich feelings are thinking, but since it's their wish, let's cooperate...
This fucking can't cooperate at all! Thousands of teachers, tens of thousands of students and one parent, how do you plan to hold this kind of parent meeting? ! Since this is the case, why don't you just say something and let me come to the school to meet the teachers? It's stupid to have to put on this kind of battle of the parents' meeting
It's not just me who sighed like this, even the thousands of teachers on the stage thought the same way. Most of them are college instructors who are guest stars of the emperor. Let these guys hold a parent meeting with the head of state of the empire as teachers. It is difficult to get rid of them, and the rest are foreign teachers collected from all over the world. These heroes and emperors from all over the world and all ages absolutely have no teacher qualification certificates. They don’t know what a normal parent meeting looks like. You still expect them to be able to do it. How about this ghost version
As a result, the meeting place soon became the expected chaotic state. The heroic spirits lost interest within a few minutes. One by one, they took out wine bottles or playing cards and began to sneak in. The imperial instructors took out the tactical map and began to speak in a low voice. Discussing whether next year's internship assignment should let the Misakas conquer a certain world, and the 10,000 or so Misaka girls began to whisper to each other, exchanging their experience of the first parent-teacher meeting. As for me, I have already joined Medea's side Got to know the situation.
"In other words, it's still a problem with the carnival program?"
Medea nodded: "Indeed, these children are trying very hard to attract your attention at the carnival, but in front of the hero teams from various worlds, no matter how hard a group of students work, it is too ordinary, so the Misakas I have devised a lot of weird ideas, and I called you here today because the student council wants you to have a look at these ideas—by the way, the student council is also full of Misaka."
Does Misaka rule the world
After making some complaints, I looked at the Misakas who had already started to line up seats: "Are they preparing for a show?"
"Well, the first program was "nly my rilgun" sung by tens of thousands of people, then "Melting Hearts" by tens of thousands of people, and then "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" by tens of thousands of people..."
I'm sorry... This is the naked show of your synchronization rate, my sisters! "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku", something that humans can't sing, you dare to sing with thousands of people!
But my sisters can’t live up to their wishes. It’s actually not bad to listen to the programs that my sisters have worked so hard to prepare for me for so many days... probably.
Anyway, it didn't take long for us to regret it: the next hour... was 245 x 9968 beats per minute hell, and when the murderous chorus ended, my whole body resonated.
There is also a whole area on the podium. I guess the junior high school of the Military Academy will have a long vacation starting tomorrow.
The murderous melody still seems to be echoing in the smoky auditorium. The buzzing feeling in my mind makes me see things as double images. Medusa who was muttering, and the purple-haired Yujie who was the riding instructor had mosquito coils in her eyes: "I can't hear you, I can't hear anything..."
"I've decided!" I slammed the table and stood up, barely avoiding falling down after swinging in the air twice, "This show must definitely be kept!"
"Huh?" Medusa, who was startled by me, immediately opened her eyes wide, her square pupils were full of panic—couldn't her boss be too stimulated
"Damn, we can't take it by ourselves, everyone at the carnival is tied up here to listen to the music!"
In all fairness, "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" is not bad, and 245 beats per minute is not a torture, but when all this is multiplied by 10,000, it will be a hell of a bang. You can never imagine Misaka in front of you. When the Legion spoke at the same time, what a terrifying thing was the roaring sound that seemed to be pushed forward by the substance, and it was a sound that oscillated more than two hundred times a minute-the conscience of heaven and earth, look at Artoria over there, How classic is the desolate back standing on the edge of the rostrum leaning on her own holy sword... Oh, she fell.
"Well, well, it makes sense," Medusa rubbed her forehead and took out her notebook, "Of course, the carnival lasts for many days, and these songs of the chorus are just one of the programs. The carnival school festival, it is said that the school festival is a very important campus event in the memory of Misaka, maybe this can become the practice of the military academy in the future, and it can also be counted as our cultural display, um, head It hurts... That's all, the Misakas just want you to see these things."
The younger sisters are really trying to prove themselves. Although the methods used are a bit brutal, I believe that those who have experienced the baptism of 245bm will firmly remember these younger sisters whose synchronization rate has exploded.
The so-called parents' meeting turned into a rehearsal for the Misakas, but I didn't have any expectations for this "parents' meeting" at the beginning. Naturally, those younger sisters came as they pleased. After more than two hours of tossing like this, I finally left the Military Academy with erratic steps.
The moment I saw the blue sky and white clouds outside, I really felt like I was reborn.
... As a result of looking at the sky, he collided with a petite figure at the school gate.
"Wow!" Accompanied by a somewhat familiar scream, out of the corner of my eye, a girl with short hair fell backwards in embarrassment, and two big words immediately appeared in my mind: dog blood!
What a bloody plot this is!
But the expected welfare broadcast did not appear. Even before I reached out to help, the girl opposite was firmly supported by a figure that suddenly appeared behind her, and at the same time, the latter gave an exaggerated exclamation :"sister!"
Oh oh oh! Write as sunspot, read as pervert! As soon as I hear this classic voice, I don't need to look at the face to know who the twin ponytails flashed by!
“Mikoto? The elder sister of the public, Misaka Mikoto, and the one standing next to her is looking at her flat-chested double ponytail with angry eyes... Sorry, the word flat-chested is slippery - of course we are always perverted, never The ultimate lily lover who has been surpassed, classmate Shirai Kuroko.
It's just that the latter's attitude towards me is not very friendly now: "Damn it! You actually used this old-fashioned way to knock down my sister to seek benefits! This kind of fat times that knocked down my sister at the corner of the intersection and then unscrupulously admired the girl's purity And the privilege of onee-sama's cute cheeks flushed with shame should be Kuroko's exclusive treatment, exclusive treatment... Wow!"
A thunder flashed, and the world was quiet.
So, Heizi, did you only have seven seconds and four or five lines of lines from entering to exiting the stage today? Are you the legendary three-camera bento girl
"Heizi... Heizi is not dead yet... Heizi can continue to fight..."
The girl with twin ponytails who had turned into coke and twitched on the ground tried very hard to raise a hand, and cast a look of pleading for help—just now she was hit by a hundred thousand volts, and she dared not reach out to Misaka again, "Pervert brother ,Help… "
You said two more words, idiot!
Without hesitation, I picked up the petite classmate Shirai, aimed at the trash basket not far away, and I threw it away!
We have practiced this trick with Lilina. Although Shirai's height is much taller than that unlucky guy who took decades to grow into a one-meter-flat-chested king, this thin and small double ponytail It doesn't affect the accuracy at all, look, with a swish, the terrible mosaic named Heizi was... planted in the flower bed.
"Heizi won't die, will she?"
A worried voice sounded from behind us, and Misaka Mikoto and I said x2 without looking back: "This pervert can't die!"
After I finished speaking, I remembered to turn my head to look. Sure enough, Yuan Qi Hei Changzhi, who was wearing a winter school uniform, was standing behind me, and beside her, a flower pot was looking at this place with amazed eyes, which can be described as magnificent. super academy.
I'm sorry, Chuchun, but I always think that the flower pot is your body, just like I always think that Tavel's soul lives in her glasses.
"No matter how many times I watch it, I still think it's a good... luxurious school!" Chuchun Shili's face was full of excitement. The magnificence of Imperial Affairs College was the envy of this girl who had always yearned for the life of a rich lady. Yes, here are the teaching buildings that can be directly used as the Capitol on the earth, the arcane teaching area like a giant castle built by magisters from all over the world, and the space interest group activity room where light warships can be taken off and landed at any time (if the entire space command center and If the modular battleship platform can also be considered as an activity room), since a certain heroic spirit with purple long straight opened the "riding extracurricular tutoring class", we also opened a racecourse behind the junior high school... a school has tossed to this scale , Even if Academy City moves here for comparison, it's not enough to see.
"If I could take classes here and learn magic in that castle, it would be too dreamy! And maybe I could meet elegant vampires and taste black tea under the moon..." The girl named Uchiharu Shiri has completely fallen into the trap at this moment. In a delusional state, "Missy's Magnificent Life" began to impact her high-speed quad-core head under the cover of a flower pot. As a result, my greetings to her were ignored.
"Well, it's still the same in early spring." Renzi stuck out her tongue cutely at me, and then turned around in a 9-point jingle bell, "I am! Wow, today is a lovely blue and white color."
The flowerpot girl's short skirt flutters, Saten Ruiko, who is updraft lv6, is mighty and domineering at this moment, and can perform upskirts in front of others, especially a man who is facing his friends. Is this guy Saten? Does he not regard me as an outsider at all, or should it be said that a certain Hei Changzhi has reached the point of subconscious about the action of upskirt, and he doesn't even bother to observe the surrounding environment
Feeling the cool wind blowing, Chuchun immediately froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at me with his face flushed and his neck stiff, the flowers on his head immediately bloomed: High temperature catalysis!
"Wow! Saten-san, how...how could he be in front of so many people..."
"Ha, it looks quite lively." When the girls were having fun, another voice sounded from not far away. This time, it was the red-haired bad priest and the chief bishop next to him. Laura Stewart. RO