The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

"I want it! ...But...it's not good to freeload..."

"If that's the case, Misaka, don't worry, because you're not just here to freeload. I have something very important to ask you~ Please help me discipline my good-for-nothing younger brother."

"R-Really?" Misaka Mikoto's big eyes sparkled.

Hey! Don't fall for it, you idiot!

224. Let Misaka help you correct your awkward personality!

"Awoo awoo"

Irritability!

"hum"

Super annoying!

Hey! Fine, eat! Why are you standing so close?! And don't make any weird noises!

Happy Misaka Mikoto is now faithfully carrying out the task assigned to her by her "big sister": "Hey little brother, aren't you going to eat it? It's really delicious, you know. Just be sorry to your big sister, okay?"

"Who's your brother! Shut up..."

Glug glug glug

"Oh dear, who's making that 'thunder' sound?" Just then, Theristina, carrying a tray, walked over.

Simo blushed instantly, his face turning bright red. If he could generate his own electricity, he would probably be teased as "Connor Kamui" by Theristina by now.

(The Ainu people of northern Japan believe in animism, so their beliefs often include primitive nature worship and animal worship, such as bear shrine maidens, shrine bears, and bear-worshipping women. In the Ainu language, "Kannakamui" means "thunder spirit.")

"Humph!"

Upon seeing the person approaching, Ximo awkwardly turned his head away, because he really didn't want to see the other person's smug face.

Then he smelled an enticing aroma...

"You can eat it if you obediently say 'Sorry, big sister, I was wrong'."

"Who, who could do that!"

Looking at that stubborn head that kept sneaking glances at her, Theristina felt like she was holding a cat toy instead of a chicken nugget.

In a moment of childlike wonder, she deliberately turned to Misaka and asked, "Mikoto-chan, is it delicious?" in front of the ravenously hungry Simo.

Misaka nodded happily: "Delicious!"

"Would you like some more?" Theristina asked with a smile, while secretly glancing at Seamo out of the corner of her eye, noticing that he was drooling as he looked at her hands.

Oh dear, you may say no, but your body is very honest.

The researcher felt pleasure once again.

"Yes!" Misaka Mikoto cheered, raising her hands happily.

"Come on, let me feed you," Theristina, who has never been able to resist cute things, actually started feeding Misaka Mikoto, making Simo envious.

"Thank you, sister! Mmm!"

Misaka Mikoto is indeed a very well-mannered child; she didn't forget to thank her owner before being fed.

That blissful and content expression (for the hungry Simole) naturally aroused great dissatisfaction in someone!

"Come on! Eat!"

Although Simo's complaints were loud, Theristina still heard them, and her mood clearly improved.

"Want some? If you do, I'll give you a few nice kisses," Theristina tempted Simon with a tone that suggested, "I can't resist you. I've lowered my standards, so you should thank me."

But aside from receiving a cold snort, Ximo ignored him completely.

At that moment, Misaka tugged at the researcher's sleeve and said, "Sister, sister, I want more!"

"Here you go, Mikoto-chan!"

"Thank you, big sister, ooh!"

Hey! This is so fake! You guys are being so pretentious! Do you think I'm blind?

Ximo declared that he had already seen through their true nature! So this trick wouldn't work on him! There's already enough of this eyesore here!

Bizarrely styled toy figurines! A saccharine display of affection (a shop manager and a red-haired office lady who just happened to be passing by)!

Mr. Seamus is giving you two a serious warning: Don't add any more food! It will affect your appetite!

Suddenly, Simo, who was sprawled on the table maintaining low energy consumption and constantly making sarcastic remarks, felt—a greasy hand on his head.

Now that she'd already eaten her older sister's food, she felt she had to "repay" her. The persistent Misaka Mikoto once again began her very serious and earnest lecture: "Hooray little brother, if you're a polite and good boy like me, you can eat a hamburger! A really delicious hamburger!"

Misaka Mikoto, who put on what she thought was a very serious face, had no idea how adorable her serious and earnest appearance actually was.

"Wow, Mikoto-chan is so cool!"

Unable to contain herself, Theristina hugged Misaka Mikoto from behind, rubbing her chin against her hair as if she were holding a beloved doll, while constantly tempting her: "That's right, that's it! Give him a good talking to! Teach him a lesson!"

Huh? Educating me? Pshaw!

Feeling humiliated and used, Simo exploded again!

Take your dirty hands off me! Don't touch my head with those hands that were just holding fries and chicken nuggets! Did you wash them? If you didn't, why are you touching my head?

Faced with the aggressive complaint of a certain "stray cat," Misaka Mikoto, clutching her hand that had been hit, smiled sheepishly, then asked with a mixture of expectation and inquiry, "So, if I wash myself clean, can I touch you?"

puff

Therista, who was holding Misaka, was laughing so hard she was about to burst. At the same time, Simon stared wide-eyed at the expectant eyes opposite him!

What was that sissy doing just now? He washed himself clean and then tried to touch me?

"No way!" Ximo shivered involuntarily and refused without hesitation.

"Huh? Why?" Misaka Mikoto glared at him, her eyes wide with anger. She had already given in, so why wouldn't she let him touch her?

"A man's head, a woman's waist, and you can't touch a tiger's butt! Didn't your parents teach you that?"

Simo said he didn't have time to continue educating the bratty students about common sense. He demanded that Misaka "Takeru" (who didn't seem to realize that the other person was a girl) finish the "gift of charity" and get out of his sight immediately!

He didn't want to see that effeminate guy's stupid face again!

"Borrowed food?"

She repeated Simo's words haltingly. Although she didn't quite understand what Simo meant, Misaka Mikoto, who had already attended school for several years, had mastered the skill that all students must acquire—"reading the meaning of life." Although Misaka Mikoto might not know the sophisticated idiom "reading the meaning of life," and even if she did, she might not be able to write it down, she understood the principle.

Just like a baby, even though they don't know how to write the words "daddy" and "mommy," they already have a rough concept of what "daddy" and "mommy" mean, and they know that "daddy" is the person who takes care of their poop, and "mommy" is the kind person who feeds them.

Coupled with Simo's obvious attempt to get rid of her, Misaka Mikoto was angry at her younger brother who was incorrigible and had a terrible attitude!

"The person who lent me the food was Sister Therese, what does it have to do with you? Besides, you're not the shop manager! This shop isn't yours, so why are you asking me to leave? And you're really hungry, aren't you? If you're hungry, just admit it! Why are you being so awkward! Is it so hard to just ask you to be polite? Don't you know that if you get sick from starving, someone will be worried about you!"

A powerful voice emanated from his thin frame, silencing the entire audience!

225. That day, Mikoto remembered the power of "head-on".

"The food that can fill one's stomach is on the horizon."

Okay, Simo is up to his old tricks again.

Ignoring the sissy Misaka's nagging, "Why aren't you looking at me?" and "Don't ignore me!" and "Listen to me properly!", the starving Simo lay sprawled on the table with dead fish eyes, letting out a groan from hell.

Theristina rolled her eyes. She had experienced firsthand the extremely stubborn personality of the person in front of her who was so concerned with saving face that he was willing to suffer for it.

However, while we're very grateful to the Misaka Sisters who we tricked into helping us with sweet talk, let's eat our fill first!

After all, you need to be well-fed before you can teach that idiot a lesson, right?

So, Misaka Mikoto~ this cheese looks pretty good, let me have a bite first.

"The dog food is right in front of its mouth!"

puff!

The hamburger, which was almost bitten off, was slammed onto the table by the researcher, and Theristina heard it at the same time:

"Who are you calling a jerk?"

"Can't we just eat in peace?!"

It's clear that the researcher wasn't the only one who couldn't eat after hearing Ximo's voice.

But Ximo always looked down on those weaklings who happily ate handouts and ignored them, continuing to sing his battle song with abandon: "A voice shouts: Eat it up, fill your stomach!"

Several customers who had quickly finished their free food said a satisfied goodbye to Theristina and prepared to leave.

After all, the other party paid the bill, so basic etiquette and thanks are still necessary. And compared to those idiots who think they got a good deal and ordered a ton of food, only to be unable to eat after a few words from the ghost, I've already finished eating, I'm full, and it's all gone. What can you do to me?

So, be content with what you have, and don't be too greedy. How about it? Can you still eat now?

So, amidst the resentment of those still eating "dog food" (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), the group who had finished their meal gave them a smug look and headed for the door.

But they eventually saw through Ximo's "mindset"—"I'm not happy as long as you guys are full! Let's all go to hell, you bastards!"

"I long to fill my stomach, but I know all too well—how can a human body endure the humiliation of digesting dog food!"

vomit!

"Don't throw up, customer!" Zhen Ao was anxious. How could he do business if the customer threw up at the door?

Watching the "Red Hat" shopkeeper anxiously help several customers rush to the restroom, Ximo snorted smugly. But his stomach still betrayed him and growled.

Glug glug glug

Ah, I'm so hungry, I'm about to die...

"Ah! What's wrong? Keep going! If you're so tough, then shut up your stomach!" Theristina slammed her hand on the table in a fit of rage. The effeminate Misaka chimed in, echoing her sentiments.

But Simo still did not give in. Even though his stomach was rumbling, it could not stop his thoughts from flowing and his denunciation of this inhumane society!

"Let your belly rumble tragically! Let you hold the dog food high in the air!"

"Pfft, isn't he just stubbornly holding on? Mikoto, ignore him! Let's keep eating!" Theristina waved the fries in her hand, provocatively dipped them in ketchup, and then poked Seamus's cheek.

This approach was perfectly reasonable, but it earned him an angry glare in return!

"I don't need any 'charity,' not even fries with ketchup on my cheek! (Get them off me right now!)"