After breakfast, I told my family and left for what was probably the most brutal parent meeting in history.
This was a meeting that was going to be ridiculous at first glance. After hearing the news, a bunch of unscrupulous beauties at home praised the teacher at the military academy for being such a genius. Lilina even said goodbye to me.
The atmosphere is like that of Yishui. You can see how unloyal this guy is.
But no matter what, since I accepted the invitation, I still have to go.
Parents’ conference, everyone knows about 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 me.
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 - that may 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.
Watching, 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 back then, 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 parent-teacher meeting invitation letter sent by Sister Misaka via Mercury Lantern 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 have thousands of sisters, but none of them has a relative 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 Imperial Military Academy.
"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 whole 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.
In the entire junior high school, there are more than 10,000 Misaka girls in the junior high school! At first, I thought it was some twitchy head teacher in the college who suddenly wanted the Misaka girls in his class to call their parents. Now it seems that the twitchy one is
Member of some college council?!
Co-author Today's parent-teacher conference was held for me alone!
I can picture the following scenes in my mind:
At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher began to announce the results of the students, and then called the students one by one: "Please come to the stage and say a few words for the parents of Misaka 10086."
I slipped onto the stage.
"Parents of Misaka 10031 students are invited to come and receive the certificate!"
I slipped onto the stage.
"Please let the parents of Misaka 12580 students introduce their educational experience!"
I slipped onto the stage.
"Please ask the parents of Misaka 12345 students..."
Co-author I used to train 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.
He was holding his schoolbag and looking at himself with a very happy expression.
"Oh, Misaka," I said feebly to the Misaka sister I first met, "I'm here to attend the parent-teacher meeting..."
"Well, everyone is waiting! Come here, Onii-sama! 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 had become a messy parabola, I could only move my legs upside down under the instinct of my reflex nerves, and was dragged by Misaka to the junior high school auditorium.
It has to be said that the things made by the Empire are big. Even the junior high school auditorium is of such a ferocious level. The circular auditorium that Misaka dragged me to is said to be able to accommodate up to 20,000 people for a meeting. This clearly shows that
It looks like a junior high school auditorium on the outside, but if you look at the bigger picture, it looks like the National Assembly!
Although I had already guessed how brutal this parent-teacher meeting would be, when I actually saw this scene, I still felt the corners of my eyes twitching.
Can you imagine how brutal a parent-teacher conference can be when there are thousands of teachers sitting on the podium, tens of thousands of students sitting in the student area, and only one person in the parent area?
I turned my head and looked at the more than 10,000 Misaka girls behind me, who came out neatly like ctrl+c and then ctrl+v. Then I looked at the teacher team not far ahead with various expressions and twisted expressions. Finally, I looked at myself.
With the empty environment around me, I decided it was better to speak: "What, have you thought of this scene before?"
The thousand or so teachers on the podium were stunned at the same time, and then all turned their heads.
"There are more than a thousand people, and none of you are enlightened?!"
I immediately stood up and pointed at a group of guys in front of me who were pretending that it had nothing to do with them.
I am probably the only parent in the world who dares to yell at the teacher like this at a parent-teacher meeting: These guys really deserve what they deserve!
How did your sister's environment, which is similar to the United Nations trial of Class-A war criminals, unfold?
"Well, actually someone has thought of it," Medea, who was sitting in the homeroom area, was stroking her hair in embarrassment, her elf-like pointed ears twitching, which was a sign of nervousness, "but the Misakas really want one.
At the parent-teacher conference, although we are teachers, we cannot defeat your 10,000 younger sisters. I am very sorry..."
When Medea said this, the teachers around her also showed embarrassed looks. Whether they were imperial instructors, heroic teachers, or foreign instructors from other worlds, all of them looked a little embarrassed.
But something moved in my heart, and I turned to look at the legions of sisters behind me.
Want a parent-teacher conference? Why?
Because you want to attract my attention? You want to act coquettishly? You want to show that you have a family? Or do you just want to experience the campus life of a normal girl in this way?
I don’t know what these girls who are gradually gaining rich emotions are thinking, but since it is their wish, then cooperate...
This is totally uncooperative! There are thousands of teachers, tens of thousands of students and one parent. How on earth are you going to hold this kind of parent-teacher meeting?! In this case, just say that you have something to do and ask me to come to the school to meet with the teachers.
Isn’t that awesome? It’s ridiculous to have to stage this kind of parent-teacher meeting, isn’t it?
Not only I had such a sigh, but also the thousands of teachers on the stage had the same idea. Most of them were academy instructors who were guest-starred by the imperial officers. Let these guys hold parent-teacher conferences with the imperial head of state as teachers.
It's definitely harder than killing them, and the rest are foreign teachers collected from all over the world. These heroic emperors from all over the world and all eras definitely don't have teacher qualification certificates. They don't even know what a normal parent-teacher meeting looks like. What else do you expect?
Can they pull off this damn version?
As a result, the venue soon turned into an expected state of chaos. Within a few minutes, the heroic spirits lost interest. One by one, they took out wine bottles or playing cards and began to take a break. The imperial instructors took out tactical maps and began to whisper.
We were discussing whether next year's internship assignment should let the Misakas conquer a certain world, and the ten thousand Misaka girls began to whisper to each other and exchange their experiences on the first parent-teacher meeting. As for me, I have now joined Medea.
Got to know the situation.
"In other words, is it still a problem with the carnival program?"
Medea nodded: "Indeed, these children are working very hard to attract your attention at the carnival, but in front of the hero teams from various worlds, a group of students are too ordinary no matter how hard they work, so Misaka
We have designed a lot of weird ideas, and the student council called you here today because they want you to take a look at these ideas first - by the way, the student council is also all Misaka."
Does Misaka rule the world?
After making some complaints, I looked over and looked at the Misakas who were already seated there and asked, "Are they preparing for a performance?"
"Well, the first program is "Only My Railgun" sung by ten thousand people, then "Heart Melting" sung by ten thousand people, and then "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" sung by ten thousand people..."
Damn it...this is a naked show of your synchronization rate, my sisters! "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" is something that humans can't sing. You dare to sing it with thousands of people!
But I can't live up to my sisters' intentions. It's actually not bad to listen to the program that my sisters have worked hard for so many days to prepare for me...probably.
Anyway, it didn't take long for us to regret it: the next hour... was a hell of 245x9968 beats per minute. When the brutal chorus ended, my whole body was vibrating.
There was also a crowd on the podium. I guess the junior high school of the Military Academy will have a long vacation starting tomorrow.
The ferocious melody still seemed to reverberate in the smoky auditorium. The buzzing feeling in my mind made me see double images. I didn’t know when I was lying on the table of the rostrum, and next to me was something in my mouth.
As Medusa muttered something, the purple-haired lady who served as a riding instructor had mosquito coils in her eyes: "I can't hear, I can't hear anything..."
"I've decided!" I slammed the table and stood up, dangling in the air twice before barely avoiding falling over. "This program must be preserved!"
"Huh?" Medusa, who was frightened by me, immediately opened her eyes wide, her square pupils full of fear - couldn't her boss be too stimulated?
"Damn it, we can't just suffer on our own, all the assholes from the carnival are tied up and come here to listen to the music!"
To be fair, "The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" is not unpleasant to listen to, and 245 beats per minute is not a torture, but when all this is multiplied by 10,000, it becomes a roaring hell. You will never imagine that Misaka is in front of you.
When the legion spoke at the same time, the roaring sound wave that seemed to be pushed forward in front of them was so terrifying, and it was a sound wave that oscillated back and forth more than two hundred times per minute - Conscience of heaven and earth, look at Artoria over there
, the desolate back figure standing on the edge of the rostrum with her own holy sword is so classic... Oh, she fell.
"Well, 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 in the chorus are just one of the programs. The Imperial Military Academy will also have other programs during the festival.
A school festival is held throughout the carnival. It is said that the school festival is a very important campus activity in Misaka's memory. Perhaps this can become a routine of the military academy in the future, and it can also be regarded as our cultural display.
Hmm, my head hurts... That's all, Misakas just want you to see these things."
The sisters really worked hard to prove themselves. Although the methods they used were a bit cruel, I believe that those who have experienced the baptism of 245bpm will definitely remember these sisters whose synchronization rate is off the charts.
The so-called parent-teacher meeting later turned into a rehearsal for the Misakas. However, I didn't have any expectations for this "parent-teacher meeting" from the beginning. Naturally, the younger sisters just came as they pleased. It lasted more than two hours.
I finally left the military academy with erratic footsteps.
The moment I saw the blue sky and white clouds outside, I really felt like I was reborn.
...The result of just looking at the sky was that I bumped into 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. Two big words immediately flashed in my mind: bloody!
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 held firmly by a figure that suddenly appeared behind her. At the same time, the latter exclaimed in exaggeration.
:"sister!"
Oh oh oh! Written as Heizi, pronounced as perverted! As soon as I heard this classic voice, I knew who the twin ponytails flashed by without even looking at their faces!
"Mikoto? Kuroko?" I looked at the two girls in front of me with a little surprise. Not to mention the girl with short brown hair, I have seen that face ten thousand times today. In this case, it is naturally the Misaka girls.
The public elder sister, Misaka Mikoto, and the one standing next to her is looking at her flat-chested twintails with angry eyes... Sorry, the word flat-chested was said with a slippery tongue - of course we are always perverted,
The ultimate lily lover who has never been surpassed, Shirai Kuroko-san.
It’s just that the latter’s attitude towards me is not very friendly now: “Damn it! I actually used this old-fashioned way to knock down my sister for benefits! This kind of knocking down my sister at the corner of the intersection and then unscrupulously admiring the girl’s pure fatness
And the privilege of onee-sama’s cute cheeks that are flushed with shame should obviously be Kuroko’s unique treatment... Wow!”
A bolt of thunder flashed, and the world became quiet.
So, Kuroko, did you only have seven seconds and four or five lines from the time you came on to the time you left today? Are you the legendary three-camera bento girl?
"Heizi... Heizi is not dead yet... Heizi can still continue to fight..."
The girl with twin ponytails who had turned into charcoal and 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 was...planted 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 and turned around to 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 majestic.
The super academy.
Sorry, Uiharu-san, but I have always believed that the flowerpot is your true body, just like I have always believed that Tavel's soul lives in her glasses.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still think it's a good... luxurious school!" Uiharu Shili's face was full of excitement. The grandeur of the Imperial Military Academy is for this girl who has always longed for the life of a rich young lady.
What is extremely enviable is that here there is a teaching building that can be used as a parliament building on earth, an arcane teaching area built by magisters from all over the world that looks like a giant castle, and an aerospace interest group activity room where light warships can take off and land at any time (if the entire
If the aerospace command center and modular battleship platform are also considered activity rooms), 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
With such a scale, even if you move it to Academy City for comparison, it won't be enough.
"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 entered a delusional state, and "the gorgeous 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," Leizi stuck out her tongue cutely at me, 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 flowerpot is fluttering. 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 flowers on his head suddenly bloomed: high temperature catalysis!
"Wow wow wow! How could Saten-san...how 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 delinquent priest and the greatest bishop next to him.