After breakfast, I told my family that I was going to attend what was probably the most brutal parent meet-and-greet in history.
This was a meet-and-greet that you could already guess just how nonsensical it was going to be. After the group of unscrupulous beauties at home heard the news, they all praised the military academy's teachers as geniuses. When Liliana said goodbye to me, she even made the atmosphere look like she was at the edge of the Yi River. You can all see just how lacking in loyalty she is.
But no matter what, since he had already accepted the invitation, he had no choice but to go.
Everyone knows about the parent-teacher conference, right?
In any case, I have a strong memory of it. In my own elementary school and even middle school years, this kind of activity accompanied a certain family for several years of school life, and it left an indelible impression on me: because I had no parents to call.
At that time, my only family member was my elder sister, a girl who was only four or five years older than me. She was also a student that year, so every parent-teacher conference put a lot of pressure on the two of us. My elder sister, who was in high school at that time, had to take a leave of absence to run halfway through the school to meet with my brother's teacher. That teacher might even be the one who taught her a few semesters ago, and I had to accept all kinds of onlookers. It was a difficult time, and I still feel a little sour when I think about it. But whenever my elder sister and I talk about it, we both laugh heartily. Those sour memories have now unknowingly become precious.
In short, the parent-teacher conference is a very ordinary experience for others, but for me, it has a different meaning.
Therefore, when I received the invitation from Osaka's little sister through the Mercury Lamp, I just sighed and decided to take this matter seriously.
Because those girls, like me, have no parents.
As clones that could be mass-produced with the push of a button, Osaka's younger sisters didn't have a single relative who could attend the parent-teacher conference on their behalf even though they had thousands of sisters. A subtle feeling of sympathy in my heart made me feel that no matter which idiotic military instructor came up with the idea of a parent-teacher conference, I should personally attend it, even if it was just to let Osaka's younger sisters feel some concern from a family.
That's what I thought until I walked through the gates of the Imperial Army Academy.
"This … this is too much of a scam!"
Looking at the notice at the gate, I looked up at the sky and sighed.
In order to welcome the upcoming carnival, all the teachers and students are working together to prepare for the celebration. Therefore, parents are invited to come to the school to contact the teachers. The scope of this parent-teacher meeting: all the classes in the middle school, the following are omitted.
In the entire middle school department, more than ten thousand Osaka sisters were all in the middle school department! At first, I thought that it was some brain-dead teacher in charge of the academy who suddenly wanted his Osaka sisters to call their parents. Now that I look at it, could it be that the brain-dead person was a member of the academy council?!
So today's parent-teacher conference is for me alone!
I could already imagine the following scene:
At the parent-teacher conference, the teacher began to announce the results of the students, and then called out names one by one. "Let's invite the parent of student Osaka 10086 to come up and say a few words."
I quickly went on stage.
"Parents of student Osaka 10031, please come and collect your certificate!"
I quickly went on stage.
"To the parent of student Osaka 12580, please share your experience in education!"
I quickly went on stage.
"Let's invite the parent of student Osaka 12345 …"
So I was practicing sprinting and squatting in the past!
"Ah! It's big brother! Osaka 10031 saw the distressed big brother and immediately greeted him happily. "
The sudden shout behind me made me recover from my dizziness. I turned my head and immediately saw a tea haired girl wearing a winter school uniform standing less than ten meters behind me. The latter was holding her bag and looking at me with a very happy expression.
"Oh, Osaka." I weakly greeted the Osaka sister that I first met, "I came to participate in the parent-teacher conference …"
"En, everyone is waiting! Big brother, come over here! Osaka 10031 said happily because she was the first to receive big brother. "
The girl excitedly ran over and pulled my arm towards the depths of the academy.
As for me, who was already in a parabola, I could only instinctively move my legs and was dragged by Little Sister Osaka to the middle school hall.
I have to say, the things built by the Empire are really big, even a middle school hall is so cruel. The circular hall that Little Sister Osaka dragged me to can hold up to twenty thousand people. On the surface, it is a middle school hall, but in reality, it is basically a parliament!
Although I already guessed that this parent-teacher conference would be a cruel scene, but when I actually saw it, I still felt the corner of my eyes twitching.
Can you imagine, there are thousands of teachers sitting on the podium, tens of thousands of students sitting in the student area, and there is only one person in the parent-teacher area?
I turned my head and looked at the ten thousand or so Little Sister Osaka who were neatly lined up as if they were ctrl + c and then ctrl + v. Then I looked at the group of teachers not far away with all kinds of twisted expressions, and finally looked at the empty environment around me. I decided to speak up, "That, did you guys think of this scene before?"
The thousand or so teachers on the podium were stunned at the same time, then turned their heads one after another.
"There are more than a thousand people, and none of you are enlightened?!"
I immediately slammed the table and stood up, pointing at the group of people in front of me who were pretending to be unconcerned.
I am probably the only parent in the world who dares to yell at a parent-teacher conference like this: These people really deserve it!
Fuck, this kind of environment is like the United Nations interrogating a class A war criminal, how did it unfold?
"Well, actually someone thought of it," Midea, who was sitting in the homeroom teacher area, stroked her hair awkwardly, her elf-like pointy ears trembled, this is a sign of nervousness, "But Osaka really wanted a parent-teacher conference. Although we are teachers, we can't dissuade your ten thousand little sisters, we are very sorry …"
After Midea said that, the surrounding teachers also revealed an awkward expression, no matter if it is the Empire instructors, the Heroic Spirit instructors, or the foreign instructors from other worlds, all of them felt a little embarrassed.
But my heart moved, I turned my head to look at the army of little sisters behind me.
Want a parent-teacher conference? Why?
Because they want to attract my attention? Want to act spoiled? Want to show that they also have a family? Or do they just want to use this method to experience the normal school life of a girl?
I don't know what these girls who are gradually gaining rich emotions are thinking, but since it is their wish, then I will cooperate …
This motherf * cker can't cooperate at all! Thousands of teachers, tens of thousands of students and a parent, how do you guys intend to continue this parent-teacher conference! Since that is the case, can't you guys just say that there is something for me to come to school to meet the teachers? Why do you guys have to put on such a formation for a parent-teacher conference?
I wasn't the only one who had such a sigh, the thousands of teachers on the stage also had the same thought. Most of them are Imperial Army instructors, acting as the academy's instructors. Asking these fellows to have a parent-teacher conference with the leader of the Empire as teachers is definitely more difficult than killing them. And the remaining teachers are foreign teachers gathered from all over the world, this group of heroes and emperors from different worlds and eras definitely don't have a teacher's certificate, they don't even know what a normal parent-teacher conference looks like, so how can you expect them to be able to organize such a ridiculous version?
Thus, very quickly, the venue fell into a state of chaos as expected. The heroic spirits lost interest in just a few minutes and each of them took out a bottle of wine or a poker card and started to slack off. The Empire instructors took out a tactical map and started to discuss in hushed tones whether or not the Osaka should conquer a certain world for their internship assignment next year, and the ten thousand Osaka girls started to whisper to each other, exchanging their insights from their first parent-teacher conference. As for me, I had already gone over to Demetrius to understand the situation.
"In other words, it is still a problem with the carnival program?"
Demetrius nodded her head, "Indeed, these children are trying very hard to attract your attention during the carnival, but in front of the hero teams of various worlds, no matter how hard a group of students try, they are too ordinary. Thus, the Osaka came up with many strange ideas. Today, I called you here because the student council wants you to take a look at these ideas — by the way, the entire student council is also made up of Osaka."
Osaka to rule the world?
After ridiculing a little, I looked over at the Osaka girls who had already started to change seats, "Are they preparing to perform?"
"En, the first program is a chorus of ten thousand people, 'Only my Railgun', followed by a chorus of ten thousand people, 'Core Melting', and finally, a chorus of ten thousand people, 'The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku' …"
What the f * ck … You're showing off your synchronization rate, my sisters! 'The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku' is something that humans can't sing, yet you guys dare to sing a chorus of ten thousand people!
However, I can't let down my sisters' intentions. Listening to the program that my sisters worked so hard for so many days to prepare for me is actually not bad … probably.
In any case, it didn't take long before I regretted it: In the next hour … it was a hell of 245 x 9968 beats per minute. When the brutal chorus ended, my entire body was resonating.
There was also a bunch of people lying on the podium. I reckon that starting from tomorrow, the military academy's middle school department can have a long holiday.
The brutal melody still seemed to reverberate in the smoky auditorium. The buzzing feeling in my head made me see double. I didn't know when, but I was already lying on the table on the podium. Medusa was next to me, and the purple-haired domineering lady, who was the riding instructor, had mosquito coils in her eyes, "I can't hear anything, I can't hear anything …"
"I've decided!" I suddenly slammed the table and stood up. I swayed in the air a few times before I fell down, "This program must definitely be preserved!"
"Huh?" Medusa, who was startled by me, immediately widened her eyes. Her square pupils were filled with fear — — her boss couldn't have received too much stimulation, right?
"Damn it, we can't just take it by ourselves. Those who caused trouble at the carnival were all tied up and brought here to listen to the song!"
To be fair, "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" wasn't unpleasant to listen to, and 245 beats per minute wasn't any kind of torture. But when all of this was multiplied by 10,000, it would become a rumbling hell. You definitely wouldn't be able to imagine how terrifying the roaring sound waves would be when the Osaka Army opened their mouths at the same time. Furthermore, this was a sound wave that reverberated back and forth more than 200 times per minute. I swear to God, just look at Artoria over there, leaning on her own holy sword and standing at the edge of the podium, what a classic … Oh, she fell down.
"Oh, okay, that makes sense." Medusa rubbed her forehead and took out her notebook. "Of course, the carnival will last for many days, and these songs from the choir are just one of the programs. The Imperial Army Academy will also hold a school festival during the festival. It is said that the school festival is a very important school activity in the memory of the Osaka Army. Perhaps this can become a tradition in the military academy in the future, and it can also be counted as a cultural display. Oh, my head hurts … That's it. The Osaka Army wants you to see these things."
The sisters really wanted to prove themselves. Although the methods they used were a little cruel, I believed that those who had experienced the baptism of 245 BPM would definitely remember these sisters with their off the charts synchronization rate.
In the end, the so-called parent-teacher conference became a rehearsal for the Osaka Army. But from the beginning, I didn't have any expectations for this "parent-teacher conference," so naturally, I let the sisters do whatever they wanted. After more than two hours of torment, I finally dragged my footsteps out of the military academy.
The moment I saw the blue sky and white clouds outside, I felt like I was reborn.
The result of looking at the sky was that I bumped into a petite figure in front of the school gate.
"Wah!" Accompanied by a somewhat familiar scream, I saw a short-haired girl fall back from the corner of my eye. Two words immediately appeared in my mind: Melodramatic!
What a melodramatic plot!
However, the happy ending that I expected didn't happen. In fact, before I could even reach out to support her, a figure suddenly appeared behind her and firmly supported her. At the same time, the figure exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Big Sister!"
Oh oh oh! Written as Sunspot, read as pervert! Hearing this classic voice, I didn't even need to look at the face to know who the twintails belonged to!
"Meiqin? Sunspot? " I looked at the two girls in front of me with slight surprise. Needless to say, the brunette short-haired girl, I had seen her face ten thousand times today. In this situation, it was naturally the Osaka sisters' big sister, Osaka Mikoto. As for the girl standing beside her, she was angrily staring at her flat-chested twintails … sorry, the word flat-chested slipped out of my mouth — — of course, it was our eternal pervert, the ultimate yuri lover who had never been surpassed, Shiroi Kuroko.
But the latter's attitude towards me wasn't very friendly: "Damn it! You actually used such an old-fashioned method to knock down big sister for benefits! This privilege of knocking down Big Sister at the corner of the road, and then unscrupulously admiring the young girl's pure fat dick, as well as Big Sister's cute cheeks that were flushed with shame, is clearly a privilege exclusive to Sunspots, exclusive treatment, treatment, treatment … Wah! "
A bolt of lightning flashed, and the world became quiet.
So, Sunspot, you only had seven seconds and four or five lines from the moment you entered to the moment you exited? Are you the legendary three-camera bento girl?
"Kuroko … Kuroko isn't dead yet … Kuroko can still fight …"
The twintailed girl who was twitching on the ground like charcoal struggled to raise her hand and looked at me for help — — she had just been hit by a hundred thousand volts, so she didn't dare to reach out to Osaka again. "Pervert brother, save me …"
You said one word too many, idiot!
Without hesitation, I picked up the petite Shiroi classmate and aimed at the nearby trash basket. I threw!
I was very familiar with this move with Liliana. Although Shiroi was much taller than the unlucky girl who took a few decades to grow into a one-meter flat-chested queen, this skinny twintails didn't affect her accuracy at all. Look, with a swoosh, the terrible mosaic named Kuroko … was planted into the flower bed.
"Blackie won't die, right?"
A worried voice sounded from behind us. Mikoto and Osaka didn't even turn around: "This kind of pervert won't die!"
After saying that, I remembered to turn around. As expected, Yuki Hei, who was wearing a winter school uniform, was standing behind me. Beside her, a flowerpot was looking at this super academy that could only be described as grand with an amazed gaze.
I'm sorry Chu Chun classmate, but I always thought that the flowerpot was your real body, just like how I always thought that Tawil's soul resided in her glasses.
"No matter how many times I look at it, I always feel that it's a … luxurious school!" Chu Chun's face was filled with excitement. The grandeur of the Imperial Army's Military Academy was something that this girl, who had always yearned for the life of a rich missy, was incomparably envious of. This school had an academic building that could directly be used as a parliament building on Earth, an arcana teaching area built by the mages of various worlds that resembled a gigantic castle, an activity room for space interest groups that could take off and land light battleships at any time (if the entire space command center and the modular battleship platform counted as an activity room). Ever since a certain heroic spirit with purple hair started "Riding Extracurricular Classes", we even opened a racecourse at the back of the middle school section … For a school to reach such a scale, even a school city wouldn't be able to compare.
"If I could attend classes here and study magic in that castle, it would be such a dream! Who knows, I might even get to know a graceful vampire and taste black tea under the moonlight … "The girl named Chu Chun had completely sunk into a state of delusion. The" luxurious life of a missy "was starting to impact her high-speed quad-core brain that was hidden under the flowerpot. In the end, even when I took the initiative to greet her, I was ignored.
"Well, Chu Chun is still like this." Tears stuck out her tongue at me cutely. Then, at the speed of lightning, Jingle Bells, she turned around at a 9. "I'll lift it! Wow, it's a cute blue and white color today. "
The flowerpot girl's short skirt fluttered in the wind. Zuo Tian's Tears, who had a level 6 updraft, was mighty and domineering at this moment. To be able to lift her skirt in front of others, especially a male friend, did Tears not treat me as an outsider at all? Or should I say that a certain person with long black hair had already subconsciously lifted her skirt to the point where she couldn't even pay attention to her surroundings?
Feeling a cold breeze blow past her, Chu Chun immediately froze for a moment. Then, with a flushed face and stiff neck, she turned around to look at me. The flower on her head instantly bloomed: High Temperature Catalysis!
"Waa! Student Zuo Tian, h-h-how … How could you do that in front of so many people … "
"Ha, it looks like it's quite lively." Just as the girls were playing around, another voice sounded from not too far away. This time, the one who appeared was the red-haired delinquent priest and the archbishop beside him, Rolla Stewart. Stuart.
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