The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue if you pronounce all those 9s? Why don't you just say reduce it by 1 cents and give us a supermarket discount?

Clovis, who nearly vomited blood, clashed with Mr. Seamus again.

He believes that Simo's value is not that high at all!

However, Mr. Simon countered, "Prices fluctuating around value is a natural phenomenon that aligns with the laws of economic development."

Kulovis was stunned for a few seconds. Simo, raised in a Muslim cultural environment, was actually spouting the basic principles of macroeconomics! This was utterly illogical! And most importantly: "Shouldn't it be fluctuating up and down?"

Faced with Kulovis's complaints, Mr. Simo simply sighed calmly and said, "That's why you managers need to connect theory with practice. Look at the housing prices in the Chinese Federation, when have they ever fallen? All the regulations are just to raise prices."

Kulovis coughed up blood. That thing wasn't even a competitive market, how dare Mr. Seamus mention it?

Everyone knows that the Chinese Federation is severely fragmented by local powers. In order to strengthen its control over the local areas, the powerful eunuch group in Luoyang reformed the tax law, turning the taxes that were originally collected locally into those collected by the central government. This not only cut off the local sources of revenue, but also prevented them from acknowledging local debts.

As a result, India and Myanmar, these uncivilized lands, began to openly declare independence, while the governors and commanders of the local governments who dared not rebel began to sell land to pay off debts.

However, land prices are getting more and more expensive, but local deficits are not decreasing (officials are also human, they also need to buy houses, how can they afford 380 properties without misappropriating some fiscal revenue and making some false accounts?), thus creating a vicious cycle, which actually created a world "miracle" of housing prices only rising and never falling for 30 years, slapping the face of economists all over the world.

Finally, speechless, Chloe offered 5 million RMB per year, plus full intelligence and resource support from the Governor's Palace (which is why Mr. Simo knew so much about President Mireille), and three years later, he would provide all the questions and answers for the Britannian higher education examinations (which Simo had prepared for his little angel's future), in exchange for at least ten unique, unedited, and unretouched photos of Nunnally's life taken by Mr. Simo every month.

Of course, there's one more crucial point: the passage of the "New Marriage Law Amendment" within a month. You know what I mean.

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25. Mr. Simon, who was both politically correct and professionally competent, did not act like a hooligan.

Regarding the upcoming amendments to the marriage law in Area 11, Simo didn't tell Nagisa Shiota (of course, he also didn't mention the 5 million yen he'd made, which was premarital property). It wasn't that Mr. Simo wanted to give Nagisa a surprise, but rather that his relationship with her hadn't yet made any substantial progress.

Although to outsiders (Rival, Rival, Rival) the two seemed to have a strong bromance, only Mr. Simon knew how much he was suffering in silence.

It's important to understand that any relationship not aimed at marriage is just playing around. Although Mr. Seamus's performance this morning took their relationship a step further, there's still a long way to go before Mr. Seamus achieves his desired outcome of marriage.

However, this does not stop Mr. Seamus from continuing to work towards this beautiful goal. For example, you see, although the little angel may not accept Seamus's marriage proposal now, it does not stop Seamus from hugging, embracing, putting his arm around her shoulder, and touching her hand.

What? You're saying Mr. Seamus is being a pervert?

No, no, this is Mr. Simon dating with marriage in mind.

So you see, Mr. Seamus is such an honest man, such a noble man, and such a man who is true to his own desires.

In conclusion, it's understandable that someone who wants to be honest would want to hold hands or put their arm around their crush, Shioda, at school.

If anyone cannot understand, Mr. Seamus will have them strengthen their understanding through halal practices!

However, there's a saying...

His words are loud and clear, but his actions are actually quite pathetic.

If this person who cannot understand were to become the little angel of Shiota, then the sorrow would truly be endless.

Thanks to Rivard, Mr. Seamus's budding spring was disturbed. Although Mr. Seamus later discovered an opportunity to marry the little angel.

But that's the future, that's what's to come, that's sometime in the future. For Mr. Simo, who wants to seize the present, the little angel Shiota, who is currently preoccupied with her own thoughts, doesn't give her any chance to make a move.

Mr. Seamus tried to extend a claw, but *smack*, it was slapped away.

Mr. Seamus tried to touch her waist, but was told, "Stop messing around."

Mr. Seamus tried to speak, "Seamus, could you please be quiet? I need some peace and quiet."

If Jingjing really existed, Mr. Ximo would definitely blow her up. How dare a mere "Jingjing" distract the little angel?

However, that is impossible.

This won't do, my little angel! It's such a precious time for campus life, why are you looking so gloomy? What is a student? Aren't students the kind of people who can live whatever they want without a care in the world, do whatever silly or willful things legally and legitimately, and not care what others say?

How can you be so lifeless?

Mr. Ximo thought this way, and he also advised Shioda in this way. If we were to use the example of ancient ministers and emperors to draw a parallel, it would be: On that day, do not try to persuade the emperor with two or three things about the Imperial Academy, because the emperor will not listen.

When the little angel got stubborn, even Simo couldn't persuade him to let go. For some reason, Simo felt the scene before him was familiar. He vaguely remembered a time when he and the little angel had argued, even fought, and it seemed they'd used knives and guns. If it weren't for that person...

Huh?

Simo suddenly realized how strange his memories were. How could little angel Shiota, with her thin arms and legs, not even be able to kill a chicken, possibly fight him? Besides, how could Mr. Simo bear to hit the little angel?

Moreover, although Shiota, who had suddenly appeared in my memory, looked exactly like the little angel beside me, their temperaments were quite different. One was heroic, the other charming. One was silent yet harbored a murderous aura, the other was dazzling and attracted attention.

How can this be?

Mr. Seamus began to wonder if he was suffering from delusions, and then started looking for the cause. Why look for the cause? Well, things are different now than back in Afghanistan, where minor illnesses were treated with water and serious illnesses were endured. Now we're all organized, so why can't we get reimbursed by the organization if we get sick?

He, Clovis, has done his part for the organization, and I, Seamus, have also shed my share of sweat for it. Now, Mr. Seamus suspects he's ill, and in a serious way at that, experiencing hallucinations and memory problems; he might even need hospitalization.

As a leader, Kosaka, a die-hard sister-complex comrade, must bring the organization's "Advanced Individual" and "First-Class Model Worker" honorary certificates, bonuses, and consolation money to visit him.

And wouldn't Leonard and Clovis, as good partners and teammates in the organization, bring him fruit and "gift money" to visit him? (Of course, he would be even happier if he could exchange the fruit for money to give to Mr. Seamus.)

How could Mr. Seamus let go of such a good opportunity to make a fortune for free?

So Mr. Seamus started looking for the cause? What cause? Work-related injury, of course!

As for how to find the cause, well, it can be divided into internal and external factors.

As for internal factors, he has a good appetite and sleeps well, so it's definitely not the main reason. Mr. Simon would never admit that he has a problem, after all, the compensation for work-related injuries and self-harm are not the same.

As for external factors, worrying and getting stressed about the little angel Shiota definitely doesn't count. How can the little angel be considered an external factor? It's clearly an internal factor, okay? Besides, you can't get money by using the little angel as an excuse.

Therefore, we must bring up amalgam, and it's best to find something that can implicate a large number of people, make them feel like they have the same problem.

Otherwise, we cannot incite public anger; otherwise, we cannot cause public outrage; otherwise, we cannot make Mr. Simo a leader of public opinion and a conscientious influencer.

Thinking about it this way, Mr. Simon suddenly had a clearer perspective.

I'd heard long ago that the weapons manufactured in that shady merchandise workshop have many problems, putting a considerable strain on the pilot's body. If Mr. Seamus said he'd damaged his health from too much Gundam piloting, would anyone believe him?

Take, for example, Leonard's newly developed, disastrous λ-driver weapon system. Despite having only undergone a few (successful) tests, Kosaka, a siscon, ordered the entire army to equip it without hesitation. If there wasn't an exchange of benefits involved, Simo would never believe it.

According to other users who have used this system, this broken system consumes a lot of mental energy, and what's worse, it's unreliable.

Many members of the armed group couldn't help but wonder if this thing was something that the guys in the research department had accidentally resold to the Indians instead of being exported to India.

It's worth noting that in the past, Reynard smuggled a number of defective missiles into the hands of Indian separatists under the guise of the latest "anti-interception missiles," successfully earning them the nickname "Brownian motion missiles."

Although Mr. Seamus has been busy with his vacation, travel, and movies with his little angels for a whole month and hasn't piloted a Gundam, it's worth noting that he has equipped himself with a mecha.

If Mr. Seamus falsified the usage records and then lied that "λ-driver is a treacherous driver who caused the best combat expert of amalgam to suffer from severe mental exhaustion and unfortunately develop a mental illness, making it the latest generation of flying coffin," how many disgruntled guys would join in the commotion?

Feeling that his savings could soon pile up into several small mountains, Mr. Simon couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, external factors play a decisive role."

Then he glanced at Nagisa Shiota, who was still frowning and preoccupied, and suddenly realized something. He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner.

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26. Practicing love using philosophical methodology

As a born whisperer, Mr. Seamus is erudite and possesses a broad range of knowledge. Such a person inevitably has unique perspectives on the world, life, and values, unlike those of ordinary people.

And this is precisely why Mr. Seamus stands out from the crowd. It's not that Mr. Seamus is too aloof, but rather that everyone else is too mediocre.

For example, when studying the philosophical viewpoints of Marxism, the scholars and students of the Chinese Federation only knew how to memorize and apply them dogmatically in order to pass the imperial examinations. Mr. Ximo, on the other hand, understood how to proceed from reality and connect theory with practice.

If we're going to analyze specific issues specifically, let's take an example: the universality of contradiction. Students in the Chinese Federation will tell you which chapter and page this point is in their textbooks, and some rote learners can even recite it word for word.

And Mr. Seamus? He would tell you that this view tells us that if there are no contradictions, we must create them. When internal contradictions cannot resolve the current main contradiction, we must create external contradictions to induce, divert attention, and confuse the public.

Anyone who believes that internal factors play a decisive role is a bookworm, a bookworm who reads books to death!

No matter how high your inner cultivation is, can you compare to those ethnic minorities in remote areas who go to the Imperial Academy in the imperial examinations? No matter how well you do in the provincial examinations, can you compare to those from Beizhili who take the Imperial Academy exams?

Putting aside other matters, look at Jiang Guangtou, the commander-in-chief of Southern Zhili (who is said to be related to the current emperor, and the emperor would have to call him "Imperial Uncle"). His "pacification of the country before resisting foreign aggression" strategy resulted in his death, the destruction of his country, and becoming a laughingstock to the world. This is truly a bloody lesson!

Therefore, when faced with the stubborn and unyielding Shiota, who refused to yield to reason and was unwilling to be subdued by force, and when internal methods were not feasible, the only option was to "invite the wolf into the house"—or rather, to rely on external forces and find new external leverage points.

Instead of letting the little angel continue to worry about whether something will happen and keep overthinking, it's better to let him see just how strong and tough Mr. Seamus really is!

As the saying goes, one force can overcome ten techniques, and one punch can break ten thousand methods. Only by letting the little angel Shiota feel Mr. Ximo's toughness can the little angel recognize reality and see the essential difference between those trash and Mr. Ximo.

Although having little angels around means you can't create bloody scenes or throw bombs, which is not very halal and not at all Ashura-like, it is very philosophical.

Then, quite casually, as if suddenly remembering something, Mr. Seymour asked, "Shiota, do you know where our classroom is?"

Nagisa Shiota's brow remained furrowed. They had already walked around the school several times, but he still couldn't reassure himself whether Rival had overheard their conversation, or the various possibilities for his and Simon's future...

Upon hearing Simo's question, Nagisa Shiota, still clueless, said impatiently, "Anyway, we don't have class today, so what if I find out? Are you in such a hurry to get to know those 'cute,' 'lively,' and 'gentle' Brittany girls?"

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. Simo was overjoyed because the little angel had actually started to get jealous of him.

It seems that my previous flirting with Mirei (without any fuss) did have some effect on the little angel. Maybe I can start from this aspect in the future!

Although he was inwardly excited, Mr. Seamus, the actor, said with an innocent expression, "Although there's no class today, there will be tomorrow! What if we're late on the first day of class because we can't find the classroom? That would be so embarrassing! Harry and Ron were late the first time they went to the dungeons because they couldn't find their way, and that's why they were..."

Huh? Who are Harry and Ron?

Seamus suddenly stopped talking. A boy with a lightning bolt scar and a boy with red hair flashed into his mind. Were they Harry and Ron?

Why do I know about them? Why am I thinking about them? Why do my cheeks feel a little wet?

"Simmo, what's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Nagisa Shiota looked at Simmo, his surprise lasting for a long time.

"Ugh, I got some sand in my eyes," Ximo quickly rubbed his eyes. He had lied, and this wasn't the first time he had lied to Shiota Nagisa, but why did he feel guilty?

A gust of wind blew by at just the right moment, which undoubtedly made Simo's lie complete, but a shadow appeared in Shiota Nagisa's eyes. This shadow vanished in an instant, without Simo noticing it at all.

The little angel, Shiota, pulled down Simo's hands, revealing Simo's bloodshot eyes behind them: "Your hands are too dirty. Rubbing them like this will cause an infection. Let me blow on them for you."

Mr. Simo was surprised, Mr. Simo was astonished, he never expected that little angel Shiota would be so proactive. Being treated like this for the first time, Mr. Simo became shy.

No, no, how can I be so coy? Mr. Simon was ashamed of his novice-like behavior. If the little angel hadn't been holding his hands, he would have slapped himself. How could he be so innocent?

The little angel's face kept getting bigger and closer, and Ximo could clearly see the delicate, flawless pink lips.

【hypnotiser】

A fragrant breeze wafted by, and Simo's eyes lost focus, his expression becoming blank. Nagisa Shiota sighed wearily, and just then another gentle breeze blew by, as if to comfort him.

When Simo came to his senses again, Nagisa Shiota had already stepped back and let go of his hand.

【Huh? What was I doing just now?】

"Are your eyes feeling better?" Nagisa Shiota asked with a smile.

"Ah? Ah! Much better." [By the way, I got sand in my eyes, and Nagisa told me to rub it myself. Sigh, when will he start blowing it out for me?]