The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

However, Mr. Simon still wanted to defend his rights: "Twenty-four hours is impossible. Don't forget I have to study Japanese and go to school during the day. So, I can only handle the period from 8 pm to 12 am. Don't worry, once I take those kinds of photos, I will definitely give them to you immediately, but there will be a fee. As for the price..."

Mr. Simo originally wanted to discuss some details with the siscon, but he didn't get the chance because the siscon interrupted him in a fit of rage: "Pah! You bastard! You really did have designs on my sister!"

He even pointed at Mr. Seamus while cursing him, saying, "I've seen right through you! You've wanted to sit in my brother-in-law's position for a long time, haven't you!"

WTF! What nonsense is this idiot spouting, this siscon?

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63. Kosaka, a siscon (someone with a penchant for younger sisters), swore she would never be a kept woman.

Mr. Seamus couldn't quite remember what happened after that, since two years had passed. The gist of it was that after a round of verbal sparring, both sides, still hot-tempered, once again "organically" combined theory and practice. After all, how could one test the truth by just talking without taking action?

Mr. Simo was very satisfied with the outcome of the truth. Using the sudden earthquake and tsunami in the area as a footnote, Mr. Simo used his words to tell the siscon that the truth was in his hands.

Afterwards, the local earthquake bureau chief resigned under public scrutiny for failing to predict the earthquake; then, three months later, the same name appeared on the leadership list of the land and resources bureau, which, after being exposed by the media, triggered a new round of "earthquakes".

However, these were all trivial matters unrelated to Mr. Seamus. The important thing was that, taking that incident as an opportunity, Mr. Seamus and his sister-obsessed brother became enemies, causing trouble every now and then.

Anyway, Japan (Area 11) gets a lot of earthquakes anyway.

And it was precisely because of this that the sister-obsessed man ultimately did not heed Mr. Ximo's advice. Instead, he strengthened his resolve to work toward his original goal and even made a bold statement: if he was going to do something, he would do it to be the best at intelligence gathering in the Martial Arts Department and the best at fighting in the Intelligence Department, so that some idiot who only knew how to be a madman and knew only halal would see what he was doing.

Upon hearing this, Leonard, a perverted sister-complex, published an anonymous article in the internal publication entitled "Learning from Comrade Kyosuke Kosaka, the 'Factory Master of the Armed Forces Department and the Invincible East of the Intelligence Department'," praising (mocking) his enthusiasm for not doing his job properly and for emphasizing his professional skills to explore other fields.

But the die-hard siscon didn't care at all. In his words, "This is the fun of strengthening the bond with my sister! Simply put, it's fun, you know what fun is?"

Mr. Seamus was completely unmoved by this stubborn, brother-complex-obsessed behavior; in fact, he almost laughed.

Even though two years have passed, Mr. Simo's feelings remain the same as when he looks at the sister-obsessed man vividly recounting the information he has just collected.

You siscon, weren't your skills meant for playing pranks with your sister? Why are you using them on the Breton chef and the head of logistics? I never knew you had this kind of thing going on!

Feeling Mr. Seymour's teasing gaze, Kousaka, a siscon, suddenly stopped talking, stared at Mr. Seymour for a few seconds, and then said, "Why do I want to punch you whenever I see your smiling face?"

Mr. Seamus rolled his eyes: "When did you get the idea that you could beat me? And don't change the subject, keep talking, this is what I'll be talking about when I go to talk to Chidori later."

Upon hearing this, the sister-obsessed man mumbled something indistinctly, seemingly cursing Mr. Ximo for being so inhumane when it came to women.

Mr. Simo shrugged, picked up a slice of pizza and ate it while listening. This was lunch that Xisewang had managed to book with great difficulty. It was the only place in the surrounding area that was both cheap and could provide enough food for thirty or forty people in a timely manner.

Although it was cheap, it tasted pretty good. The texture of the cheese felt familiar to Mr. Seamo, and he could even say it moved him, even though he didn’t remember ever having eaten the same pizza before.

Seeing Mr. Ximo enjoying his food, Kosaka, the siscon, also picked up a piece, but frowned as soon as he put it in his mouth.

The milky smell is too strong! This taste might be just right for Westerners who are used to dairy products, but it's a bit too intense for Japanese people.

Kosaka, a siscon, reluctantly put down her hand that had only taken a bite, and sighed, "If we can't come up with a solution, our lunches will have to be pizza from now on."

“I don’t mind at all.” Mr. Seamus wasn’t opposed at all, considering that even pizza comes in many different flavors.

As he spoke, Mr. Seamus picked up another piece. He wasn't going to be polite with his sister-obsessed brother, especially when the two of them were sharing a whole piece.

"Is it okay if it's cheese flavored every day? Is it okay if you still smell like cheese after taking a shower?" Kyosuke Kousaka retorted.

Mr. Seamus asked in bewilderment, "What? With our financial resources, as long as we're willing to spend the money, there's no reason why we can only eat pizza every day, or even just cheese-flavored pizza?"

Kyosuke Kosaka gave a wry smile. It was true that amalgam wouldn't be so poor that they couldn't afford to eat, but their current public identities weren't those of wealthy, super-terrorists.

The current situation is that the group of Britannians is clearly trying to sabotage the students in Class 1F, and they will not be able to get food from the school cafeteria for a long time to come.

If everyone pools their money to order meals together, it might be acceptable once or twice, but it seems rather strange for students without an income. Perhaps some students come from wealthy families and can support their classmates. But why would students from rich families come to a Breton school to be mistreated?

It's much more comfortable to just spend money to apply for a green card in Brittany than to study here.

Therefore, people with amalgam cannot appear to be wealthy beyond normal standards, otherwise it will arouse suspicion from those around them.

Besides, if it's just taking a girl out to dinner, then it doesn't matter how many meals you take. After all, after dinner, maybe you should see a movie, and after the movie, maybe you should hold hands. Once you've held hands, getting a hotel room is a natural next step, right?

Even if people around them asked, and even if the old man from Brittany didn't like it, nothing could stop the "food for life" plan of the brother-obsessed gang!

"** is the primary driving force for human progress." This is clearly stated in a psychology textbook compiled by Brittany itself; it's written in black and white and cannot be faked.

So what if he, a Kousaka siscon, uses food to exchange for the chance to have his seeds sown and bloom in the class?

As for your later questioning of why the siscon, despite providing lunch for a whole semester, couldn't sleep with certain people? (If that siscon really dared to take it seriously, what the hell would you do to him?)

That's called true love, you know?

How could a monstrous Brittany pig possibly understand the spiritual worldview of a Japanese person?

True love is raising someone else's wife purely spiritually, without any lust or desire.

Don't believe me? Come on, watch this movie, "Erased," and you'll understand. This is real Japanese culture, this is true love!

In short, there's a reason why the brother-obsessed guys provide lunch for the girl.

However, Class F of the first year isn't just full of girls!

Even if a girl is extremely ugly, a die-hard siscon can just shout slogans of true love and take her as his sugar daddy...

Others might actually believe it's true love.

But try asking a siscon to shout "I love you!" at a burly, fat man. Even if the Britannian's IQ were eaten by a dog, they wouldn't believe that the siscon would go back and support a Livy-like person for free.

Unless that fatso gets castrated and undergoes full-body plastic surgery, and is renamed Kang Luoli, it might be somewhat believable.

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64. Wouldn't it be more in line with the cultural characteristics of East Asia to address political issues before solving the problem of food?

There's more than one "mercury alloy" in Class 1-F, but it's impossible for all the boys to be "mercury alloys." That's beyond doubt. So the question is, who's willing to sacrifice themselves to "support" another boy?

Haha, how could that be?

However, the problem isn't scarcity but inequality. Anything in this world that involves fairness is as unpredictable as kicking down a widow's door in the middle of the night.

It's not that it's unfair that mercury alloys only support women and not men; in reality, what man with backbone would willingly allow himself to be supported?

Instead, consider this: if the amalgam alloy takes all the girls, what will happen to the remaining boys' high school life for the next three years? They finally get into a high school in Brittany, only to find that all the girls have been taken by others. How can anyone concentrate on their studies?

Although it's said that rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows, these high school boys can't have the grass in the neighboring class's yard. If they want to eat what's in their bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, they have to have what's in their bowl first.

So if the guy from the amalgam group really offered to cover all the girls' meals, do you think the other boys would agree?

This is stirring up trouble! This is creating conflict! Why are they, as mere bystanders, being deprived of even their right to mate?

More importantly, for Amalgam, keeping a mistress also carries risks. Let's not forget, all members of Amalgam have families to support. What if their sisters found out about their romantic escapades at school...?

Although other boys in the class may not be able to find out their home address, nor may they coincidentally meet or run into their girls, don't forget that the power of the internet is boundless.

If a resentful boy were to spread rumors online about his friends keeping girls at school, and then photoshopped a few pictures, blurring out parts that shouldn't be blurred... ...

"Hehe, Onii-chan, tonight are you going to eat croton porridge first? Or kneel on the keyboard? Or practice your Iaijutsu with me?" Kosaka, a die-hard siscon, unconsciously imagined himself being smitten by a certain black-haired yandere (not Kirino).

Therefore, the plan to ensure the basic needs of Class F in the first year were put on the agenda of the class meeting. After all, there was no reason for the amalgam to bear the burden alone, so let's all think of a solution together, and the way to do that, of course, is to hold a class meeting.

This kind of democratic discussion has always been the best way to deal with problems. Countless clever strategies of "making big problems small and small problems disappear" have been born here, and countless passionate speeches that are "righteous and eloquent" have been used to shirk responsibility.

However, to Mr. Seamus's surprise, after the afternoon class meeting officially began, the first item on the agenda proposed by Mr. Despair was not to brainstorm solutions to everyone's meal problem, but rather...

"Electing a class monitor?" Mr. Ximo looked at the teacher on the podium, who was vigorously advocating "responsibility, duty, and power," and the eager crowd below, with a puzzled expression. Especially a blue-haired girl who was clenching her fists and was extremely nervous.

Is all this excitement really necessary? Mr. Seamus didn't quite understand the crowd's thinking. For him, it's better to avoid trouble. Why do something you can do but not do it? And if something absolutely has to be done, can't you find a way to be lazy?

Moreover, a certain blue-haired lady seems to value the title of "class monitor" very much, so why should Mr. Simo bother to compete with her for it?

So, Mr. Simo, who was indifferent to the situation, calmly watched Chidori Kaname (who was going to be elected, who was going to be elected), the siscon (not me), the second master and the wolf (not me), and everyone else (please don't let it be me) looking extremely nervous.

But in secret, Mr. Seamus was also making his own preparations.

Meanwhile, Nozomi Ishiro, standing on the podium, seemed to be trying to whet everyone's appetite, launching into a long, incessant lecture about the benefits of being class monitor.

Finally, after he had spoken for twenty minutes, and even Mr. Ximo was getting increasingly annoyed, Nozomi Shiki coughed lightly, and everyone knew that it was about to begin: "So, let's start electing a class monitor. Does anyone want to volunteer?"

Before the words had even finished, Ms. Chidori, who was already prepared, raised her hand and stood up with lightning speed. When it comes to choosing a class monitor, being the first to speak is very important.

"Teacher, I'd like to run for class monitor!" Kaname Chidori's energetic and even somewhat impatient voice echoed throughout the classroom.

Then... the entire classroom fell silent.

"Huh?" Miss Chidori looked around in surprise. She had thought there would be many people competing with her, but why was she the only one raising her hand? Could it be that everyone else was intimidated by her aura?

But, but...

Why do you guys all look so relieved?

Seeing the tense expressions on the faces of everyone around him, Chidori Kaname even thought that he would have to go through a "battle" to win the class president's seat.

But she never expected that the reason those guys were nervous was because they were worried that the arduous task of class monitor would fall on their shoulders.

At this moment, countless students in the class are sighing and lamenting, "It's so good that someone is willing to take on the trouble."

As one of only two students in the class to stand up, Ms. Chidori, while surveying the scene below, couldn't help but think to herself: All that nervousness for nothing! But now, the class monitor position should be mine for the taking. Then I can promote it throughout the class...

"Simmo? What? Are you running for office too?"

Nozomi Ito's sudden remark abruptly shattered Chidori's nascent fantasy of a wonderful campus life after she "takes power."

It was only then that Chidori realized that someone behind him had stood up at some point.

Seamus? You trying to steal it from me?

Chidori Kaname was not angry about this unexpected turn of events, because she was absolutely confident that she could secure the position of class monitor.

However, Mr. Simon said, "No, teacher, I meant to say that I approve of Chidori being the class monitor."

After saying that, Mr. Simo glared at the people around him, and then, to Chidori's astonishment, Mr. Simo sat down, while the others stood up.

Because they had already come to their senses after Mr. Seamus's actions, they took this opportunity to quickly solidify Chidori's position as class monitor. Otherwise, who knows how long the long-winded and dawdling Mr. Despair would have waited before discussing how to solve the lunch problem!

Immediately, everyone chimed in, shouting "I agree!", "I support!", "I agree!", "I reserve my opinion!" (The last one should be dragged out and beaten to death!) Their enthusiastic support made it seem as if they couldn't wait for Miss Chidori to take office!

Standing in the center of the classroom, Chidori Kaname was at a loss for words to describe the scene before her.

I guess I've finally met everyone's expectations?

But why can't I feel happy at all?

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65. The amazing thing about a bad teammate is that you never know when they'll provide an assist.