A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

Peeling paint, a desk with a missing leg, and a three-meter-long flagpole leaning against the corner.

This is a room on the first floor of the small dark building.

There were no teachers, and not even the gesture of having a cleaner do the cleaning.

Oh no! The so-called closed-off self-study program on campus has actually resulted in the punished students having to clean the classroom.

Bang!

Roy slammed the book onto the desk by the window in the corner and then picked up a notebook to fan away the dust.

Well, that means the classroom is now cleaned up!

Roy took off his backpack, slammed it back onto the chair, and glanced out the window.

The alluring figure was still within his field of vision, so he stood there watching for a while longer until it became a black dot.

"Jennifer tastes really good!"

Roy sighed, closed the window until it was only a crack, and then moved the rickety desk to block the front door of the classroom.

If a teacher comes, he can just move it again. Anyway, right now, he's just afraid that a good taste will come uninvited.

"If only the Witcher panel offered more than just monster tags," he sighed to himself.

In May of this year, a small earthquake in California awakened his inner wisdom, and the panel fell silent from that moment on.

And it silently activated only the passive function of species labeling.

Besides that, that's all...

It remained silent, inactive, and in a grayed-out state.

Call ~

The stuffy, arid air of the abandoned room was deeply inhaled by Roy into his lungs.

He shook his head, walked to the corner of the wall, and hooked his left foot, causing the end of the three-meter-long flagpole leaning against the wall to lift off the ground, which he then hooked and gripped with his right hand.

After he pulled the flagpole to the center of the empty, abandoned room,

With a kick of his right foot, the flagpole head lifted off the ground, allowing him to catch it with his left hand. He then lowered his stance, and with a final push of his left hand, the flagpole moved with the force of his waist, arms, and shifting weight.

Suddenly slashing down and stabilizing in mid-air,

The Yellow Dragon Support Pole in the Eight Methods of Spear Technique

Then, with a three-handed twist on flat ground, the flag body rolled up several times, and with a shake of the flag head, it completely transformed into a three-meter-long spear.

Then, the gun was pulled back, and the left leg swept...

Wind and snow, spear in sleeve, phoenix nods three times... each move, each strike, appeared between his retreat and advance.

Complaining about things beyond one's control is pointless. He tried, but it was no use. If he asks himself if he even tried, then he should just give up.

Why not just embrace the idea that learning martial arts is also a form of self-study, and practice spear techniques instead?

……

progress,

Throw the gun!

扎！

Click!

Ring ring ring...

The crisp sound of the flagpole piercing through the desk partition rang out along with the 3 p.m. school dismissal bell.

Staring at the broken partition,

Roy couldn't help but wonder if, if this desk belonged to Jennifer, he could easily pierce it...

The thought came to him, and he didn't immediately give an answer, but it was as if he had already given an answer.

Put away the gun, wipe away the sweat.

"Hey, isn't it strange that no girls scream when you wipe your sweat?"

Suddenly, Qiao's voice came from outside the window.

While joking, Joe's hands honestly pulled open the window and tossed in the towels and water he had brought.

"Thanks, son!" Roy took the towel, wiped his sweat, and then unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down the water until he finished the whole bottle.

"Did you skip the last class?"

Roy casually tossed the water bottle into the abandoned room, asked a question, and walked to the glass window that Joe had opened.

"It's a privilege of the football team! Oh, right, Dad forgot you're gone!" Joe laughed.

After spending several months together, Joe had become quite accustomed to Roy's Chinese-style brotherly interactions. He didn't mind them at all and had already put them into practice. After all, like Roy, he had a real father!

"Get out of here, make room!"

Roy waved his hand impatiently, opened the window wider, climbed onto the windowsill, and jumped out.

The front door of the abandoned room, which is already blocked, should remain blocked.

"I think you're not training enough, that's why you're climbing through windows?" Joe said sarcastically.

"I need to be able to train too, and besides, I need to save some energy for dealing with danger," Roy replied.

Joe glanced at the front door blocked by the table, then thought about what Roy had just said, and felt that everything seemed like a post-traumatic stress disorder, so he said with some worry:

"I know an excellent psychologist, Roy."

Then, fearing Roy might be offended, he added, "Her breasts are enormous! Absolutely wonderful!"

"What about her face?" Roy picked up a few documents from the table by the window and slung a towel over his shoulder.

"You know me, Roy," Joe shrugged.

"When a woman's breasts are like gourds and her butt is like a gourd, I won't bother looking at her face anymore... As long as I can bury my eyes in that sea of ​​gourds, what does it matter if she's shameless? No, that's not the point. The point is that she's really big, and you'll need her."

Joe, who was almost led astray, eventually came back to his senses.

"Joe, if it were anyone else, I would think it was just a genuine love for their mother, but honestly, I suspect you have a mother complex!" Roy retorted.

In this small town, there's no one younger than their mother who can get a license to be a psychologist.

"Is there a difference? Roy, a young man, isn't it normal for him to want to sleep with a mature woman? Not to mention, she's that big!" Joe gestured with his hands with difficulty.

Roy fell silent. This was...

"Let's not talk about anything else, Roy. My dad agreed to the shooting range thing. He wants you to go to the police station to see him tomorrow morning," Joe added.

Joe's father is the town's sheriff!

Roy's plan to go to the shooting range with Joe's father takes him to California, one of the most diverse and inclusive states in the country, but also one of the strictest gun control laws. For a high school student like Roy, without connections or parents, the shooting range wouldn't even open its doors.

"Thanks, bro!" Roy replied.

"No need, Roy. It's just that after you and Jennifer get back together, could you introduce me to Jennifer's mother?"

Joe scratched his head smugly and continued:

"I think I'm way more handsome than that ham shop owner."

"Oh, by the way, Roy, don't be sad. I wasn't saying anything bad about your mother. It's just that if it weren't for our relationship, I would have..."

"Fuck! Get out!"

Roy interrupted directly.

This damn Oedipus complex!

"Ha~ Roy, you scoundrel!" Joe backed away, giving Roy the middle finger and saying:

"Roy, the team practiced with the cheerleaders today, so guess who couldn't go to practice?"

"Oh, it's you!"

After saying that, he ran off in a sly manner.

Damn it, who the hell!

Roy gave him the middle finger and walked away in another direction.

American high school athletes typically train after school (15:30 p.m. - 17:30 p.m.), and it's worth noting that training is actually a privilege here.

Now that he has been suspended from school, he has naturally been stripped of these privileges.

Correspondingly, what awaits him is the option of obligation in the penalty clause—a community service disciplinary measure.

In short, volunteer to scoop poop at the animal service...

Ghouls are definitely abnormal, but scooping poop is the norm!

……

Before scooping the poop, Roy first found Steve, who had just finished class, at the school gate.

Roy asked Steve to bring him a violin case from his blacksmith shop tomorrow, and also asked Steve to borrow three books from the school library for him tomorrow.

He wrote the book's name on the note.

They are:

"The Man Captured by the Devil," "The Satanic Bible," and "The Witch's Handbook"

……