The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

The brother-obsessed sister and the old scoundrel sincerely praised Mr. Seamus's calm performance: Mr. Seamus's acting skills have reached a new breakthrough!

Yes, they believed that the composed Mr. Seamus in front of them was the result of a face-saving Muslim heretic (anyone who doesn't like his sister is a heretic) forcibly pretending.

They didn't believe Mr. Seamus had a solution. They didn't believe that Mr. Seamus, who had been tricked by them again, would be so calm.

In fact, not only the people of the amalgam, but even Mr. Seamus himself knew one thing very well: if you wanted Mr. Seamus to blow up a building or cause destruction, that would be absolutely no problem; but asking him to figure out how to feed 40 people... Hahaha, eat bombs? It would be better to force everyone to agree to spend Ramadan with Mr. Seamus, at least that way no one would have to eat Mr. Seamus's clay.

Besides, even if Mr. Seamus really has some tricks up his sleeve, can't they just cause trouble? You have your clever plans, but I have my countermeasures!

So when Mr. Seamus walked step by step toward the podium, both the sister-obsessed students in the audience and the old scoundrel on the podium laughed.

Because they felt they had already seen the ending!

Of course, after things calmed down, we still needed to comfort Mr. Seamus to appease him. After all, he was a member of the Amalgam team, a comrade of ours.

Although Mr. Ximo made a mistake in opposing juvenileism, it was ultimately an internal contradiction among the people, and Mr. Ximo was someone who could be redeemed.

The magnanimous sister-complex group, led by Kosaka, wouldn't mind taking Mr. Seimu back, provided they get their revenge first.

The sister-obsessed guy had even prepared a speech to quell Simo's anger, such as:

She didn't mean to embarrass Mr. Simon, but rather wanted to create an opportunity for him to face the crisis together with Miss Chidori, to help them get closer to each other.

It's worth noting that in all romantic movies, the physical distance between the male and female protagonists is only overcome after they've overcome numerous obstacles together. Kosaka, the die-hard siscon, even prepared video discs to "educate" (or rather, deceive) Mr. Seimo.

Mr. Seamus, look! Before the crisis, there was a 20-centimeter gap between the male and female protagonists, but after they safely weathered the crisis, it's now -18 centimeters!

Mr. Simo, don't you want to have some close contact with Ms. Chidori?

Huh? You're saying that you and Chidori can't overcome the crisis?

It's okay, Simo, we can try a different approach. If we can't get through the crisis, you can comfort us.

Three or five bottles, a hotel room, isn't that great?

Here, I have another instructional DVD. Take it and study it carefully, paying close attention to the details and techniques.

So Mr. Simu, who was prepared and not worried at all, was angry. He firmly believed that with the guidance of educational films and his own deception, when there was a beautiful woman with a low mood by his side, Mr. Simu, would you still have the mind to argue with yourself?

Of course, nothing is absolute. If Mr. Ximo really keeps bothering him, then the Kousaka sister complex will have no choice but to send him and Chidori a poem.

First stanza: Year after year, the flowers fail to bloom! As spring passes, all that remains is to let sorrow carry spring away.

Second stanza: Plum blossoms in the snow, pear blossoms in the moonlight, always evoking longing. Spring comes unnoticed, yet its passing is keenly felt.

Title of the poem: Meeting Again? Ximo, you bastard, you deserve to be single forever!

Thinking about this, Kyosuke Kosaka couldn't help but sigh again, realizing he was truly a rare and excellent leader. He wondered, what other leader in the world would so proactively create opportunities for their subordinates to act as matchmakers... Uh oh, I mean, arrange marriages?

No, right?

Therefore, Kosaka, a die-hard sister complex, believes that as long as she explains the "reason" to Mr. Ximo, even if she had previously cooperated with the color scheme to set him up, would Mr. Ximo really disregard the "local customs" and fight with her, the matchmaker?

Kyosuke Kosaka's idea was wonderful, but just like the lottery in Japan, even though you know it's rife with corruption, even though you know the first and second prizes are predetermined, didn't the advertisement say, "Everyone should have dreams, right? What if they come true?"

However, for Mr. Simo: if he, a Kousaka siscon, doesn't help him, he won't be able to win over Ms. Chidori? That's underestimating me!

Why would Mr. Seamus need help from his dead sister-obsessed brother and that old scoundrel, especially in such a self-degrading way?

And so, Mr. Seamus walked onto the podium amidst the attention of the crowd.

Then Mr. Simon fired back: "Hey? Professor Xise, what are you still doing here? Our class is about to start our democratic life, why are you still standing on the podium? Are you trying to interfere with our democratic practice?"

Xi Sewang didn't care. He knew that Ximo was angry. He had just successfully outmaneuvered Ximo, so why would he care about such a verbal dispute?

The old scoundrel, with a righteous expression, said, "How could I interfere with student self-governance? Ximo, don't slander me! I'm doing this to implement democratic oversight!"

Ximo continued, "But, Ms. Xi, you see, democracy should look like democracy. Since it's democracy, shouldn't class meetings be like parliaments, and shouldn't the class monitor be equivalent to the speaker?"

Have you ever seen a democracy monitor standing next to the speaker of parliament throughout a meeting? No, right?

Although we are young, we have watched the live broadcast of parliamentary meetings. What is the podium? It is a place where everyone can speak freely. In other words, this is the parliamentary podium.

This is a place where everyone can speak freely. Chidori and I will be speaking and leading the class meeting right now. You can continue standing here... Perhaps you have something else to say?

That won't do! If you, teacher, speak up, wouldn't that be interfering with our democratic decision-making?

What? Teacher, you're not saying anything?

Teacher, if you're not going to say anything, why are you occupying the podium?

Teacher, this isn't Taiwan, you can't do that kind of thing with pro-independence English. Don't take advantage of us just because we're younger than you and don't know what democracy is!

After being ridiculed by Mr. Ximo, Xisewang's face twitched, and he retorted, "Then tell me, where should I be?"

Mr. Seamus pretended to ponder for a moment, then pointed and asked, "Teacher, do you think that place will do?"

Xi Se looked in the direction Mr. Ximo pointed to, and his heart immediately pounded with anxiety, because the place Mr. Ximo pointed to was his own seat.

Damn it! Could that little bastard have already set a trap for me?

68. On the Correct Posture for Democratic Living (2)

To sit or not to sit?

This is the question: to silently endure the poisoned arrows of Simeon's mockery, or to face the endless explosions with despair?

Xi Sewang could bet that if that little brat Ximo hadn't "added something" to his seat, he'd write his name backwards!

But how will Simo ambush him?

Is it better to stuff a bunch of weird explosives under the table and blow yourself to pieces in a simple and brutal way? Or is it better to strap a spinning rocket to the chair and let your head make intimate contact with the ceiling while the rocket's background music plays? Or is it better to be insidious and make sure there's nothing wrong with the table and chair, and when you sit down and think you can relax, suddenly a pile of excrement explodes in through the window?

You know, Simo's seat was by the window! And you know, that bastard Simo is really good at this kind of mathematical modeling, directional explosive parabolic attack!

How to do?How to do?

If I don't go sit down, that little bastard will definitely unleash a barrage of infuriating sarcastic remarks. What should I do?

Mr. Despair was in despair, and the old scoundrel was uneasy; he even began to feel anxious and uncertain.

A second ago, Nozomi Itsuki comforted herself with a sliver of hope: After all, there are still so many people around, maybe Shimo wouldn't dare to go too far? If she went too far and left a bad impression on Kaname Chidori, wouldn't that be hurting the enemy a thousand while hurting herself eight hundred?

But the next second, the old scoundrel Xise suddenly woke up and began to warn himself: Wake up! Stop dreaming! Isn't Afghanistan the place with the most suicide attacks? Can you really count on this little brat's bottom line? Who knows if this little bastard, who's been exposed to this for so many years, will suddenly get impulsive today? What if he decides to act rashly? Xise Lun (Xise Wang's sister) is still waiting for me to come home for dinner!

"Hey? Ms. Xise, what are you still doing here? Can't walk anymore? Do you need me to help you?" Mr. Ximo's cheeky voice drifted over again.

Xi Sewang turned his head and glared at someone, what a "respectful teacher" look! Apart from himself, who among the crowd could see that beneath Ximo's sanctimonious smile was a murderous intent hidden!

Under Simo's pressure, Nozomi secretly glanced at Kyosuke Kosaka's position, hoping that the leader would come out and help her out of the predicament.

To everyone's surprise, when their eyes met, Kosaka, that coward, just sat there shaking his head. Was he trying to dissuade himself from acting impulsively? Or was he trying to avoid going against Nishi? Or was he simply indicating that he didn't want to take the lead?

And soon Kosaka, the coward, stopped even shaking his head, because Simo gave him a cold look.

Damn it, this brat is not worth discussing anything with!

Nozomi sighed inwardly: "Simmo, Simmo, Kosaka and I just wanted to get you and Chidori together for a massage. Even though our methods were a bit underhanded, we wanted to save you some face. But how could you have the nerve to turn on me with murderous intent?"

That's really unfair, Mr. Ximo!

If you want to reciprocate, why not switch to health and wellness products?

Of course, the old scoundrel Xi Se only dared to think these things in his heart and didn't dare to actually say them out loud.

After all, how embarrassing would it be to say it in public? What about one's dignity as a teacher?

In desperation, the old scoundrel picked up his suicide travel bag (which contained some high-tech gadgets, including a laser driver, which might save his life in a critical moment!) and headed towards the back of the classroom.

But before they had gone halfway, Nozomi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly pulled up the seat next to her and sat down.

Xi Sewang realized he was really confused. Why did he have to go along with Ximo's rhythm? There wasn't just one empty seat in the classroom, Ximo's side.

For example, isn't this one in front of us quite nice?

Since Chidori and Shimo were both on the stage, her seat was empty. She couldn't help but feel a little resentful that she hadn't noticed it sooner: had she been too nervous before?

He didn't believe that this brat Ximo would bury poop, or rather, a bomb, in Chidori's seat!

So, Simo, now you can't do anything to me, can you?

Xi Se Wang looked at Mr. Xi Mo with a smug expression. He had not only successfully dodged Mr. Xi's ambush, but also successfully NTR'd Mr. Xi's girlfriend's seat.

What an incredible comeback! What an incredible victory!

Xi Sewang's happy face practically screamed, "What can you do to me, you Xi Mo?" His arrogance was overflowing!

Even Chidori, who was standing next to Ximo, frowned a little. Originally, she didn't object to Iroha sitting down, after all, it's about respecting teachers, and she couldn't let her teacher stand.

But there was clearly an empty seat next to Ximo, yet you insisted on sitting in my seat, and you seemed quite happy doing so? Ms. Xise, what's the meaning of this?

Although I knew long ago that there were many perverts in Japan, especially those who liked to collect items used by female high school students, there were really a lot of them. But I never expected that my high school homeroom teacher would be this kind of person!

Almost subconsciously, Chidori leaned slightly against Ximo's back, and she noticed that Ximo was also frowning in displeasure, which gave Chidori the feeling that Ximo shared her hatred.

As expected, Mr. Seimei quickly spoke up in the face of the perverted teacher, Nozomi Ikei's, wanton behavior: "Ms. Ikei, although I understand your excitement about 'sitting in the seat of a beautiful high school girl,' I would like to sit there too, but could you please stand up?"

【You idiot Simo! What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean you want to sit down too?】

If she could, Chidori would really like to give him a good whack with her folding fan right now, to make Simo give up some of his inappropriate thoughts. But she can't, Simo is helping her right now.

So, the beautiful and kind-hearted Chidori could only secretly remember this beating in her heart, and said that the reason she hit Mr. Seimei was not because she was violent, but because she did not want Mr. Seimei to go down the wrong path in the future and to prevent him from evolving into a pervert like Despair Teacher.

"Yes, I'm doing this for Simo's own good!" This was the thought in Chidori's mind at that moment, filled with shame and indignation.

【You idiot Simo! What nonsense are you spouting?】

Xi Sewang said that the reason she was so excited was because she was glad that she had avoided the ambush set by Xi Mo. Mr. Xi Mo, you can't talk nonsense! If Xi Selun heard this, someone would die!

"How could I possibly get excited about something like this?" This was the thought in the mind of the terrified Ms. Xi.

But... I can't say anything, explaining it will only make things worse...

69. Can you even call a steamed bun's face a face?

There are many phrases in the world that describe regret, such as: "One wrong step can lead to eternal regret"; or "If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

If God gave Nozomi a chance to choose again, he might...

I'll still choose to sit in the Thousand Birds seat...

Just kidding! Losing face is better than losing your life!

Of course, if one could save their life and also salvage some face, that would be even better! Although that's a bit difficult given the current situation, Nozomi Ishiki believes she's not without hope, if she were to give it a try...