: The first year story 053, under the shackles

The idiot lowered his head, he never thought he would be better than others. In Sennag, children like him are always synonymous with the weakest. To be able to live depends entirely on not arguing with others, and all of them are playing viciously to survive.
Principal Campa saw that the idiot did not answer, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Seeing that sneer, the bread in the idiot's arms seemed to be scared, she retracted deeply into the cloth strip, did not even dare to show her head, her small body trembled slightly.
The idiot felt the fear of the bread, raised his heavy hands, and patted her lightly. But because it was too heavy, he couldn't comfort her for a long time.
"Okay! Take the broom and sweep the floor for me now. Oh, yes! I almost forgot. There will be the first big lesson for the students of the Early Childhood Department at 3 o'clock this afternoon. The address is No. 2 open air in the C area of ​​the teaching area. Classroom. Go and act as the teacher's assistant, read and read to me by the way, and clean up the open-air classroom in your free time. Now, get out."
Principal Campa stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction of the teaching area. The idiot followed his fingers and looked at the end of the road, then at Campa's cold and merciless face. He lowered his head silently, pulled the chains of his hands and feet, and walked towards the teaching area...
…………Anyone can…………
…………Easily…………
…………Wearing an iron chain to move…………………………? ? ?
The sound of clattering, departed along the pace of the idiot. On the gravel ground, there are still white traces left by the handcuffs passing across the ground. Principal Campa looked at these traces, and then at the little figure who was gradually leaving. Seeing that he can only open this pair of handcuffs and shackles with his own power in just half a day, and he can walk around like this...
Campa smiled.
Different from the sneer just now, it was a very gratifying and admiring smile.

The Royal Academy's courses are divided into two types: indoor and outdoor. The indoor classrooms are sheltered from wind and rain, and the climate is pleasant, but there are fewer desks and chairs, so each class can only be taught separately. Outdoor classes are arranged in places such as squares, outdoor classrooms, and martial arts venues. Although it cannot be taken care of for every child like indoor lessons, the advantage of outdoor lessons is that they can use the least teacher power to achieve the most efficient teaching results. Therefore, when teaching some basic courses that are common to the four major departments, to a large extent, they are taught outdoors.
However, there are a lot of students in outdoor classes. In all respects, this is also the most troublesome problem of outdoor group classes.
The idiot dragged his feet and walked along some dark trails to the extracurricular classrooms in the teaching area. No one knows how he is familiar with these trails, is it instinct? Or have you explored the area of ​​this college?
The No. 2 open-air classroom in the teaching area C is located in a small corner of the central square. The so-called small is actually only relative. To be honest, this "small" classroom is almost comparable to a small outdoor stage!
The side of the semicircular section is the podium, and behind the podium is a large double-layer flip-up blackboard. With the podium as the center, the fan surface extends upwards little by little to form a stepped desk area. Although it is open air, there is still a circular ceiling above the classroom to shelter from wind and rain to prevent damage to the wooden tables and chairs below.
A long distance away, idiots can hear the noise coming from this semicircular classroom. It was filled with the sounds of slapstick, talk, and cheer of younger children. But it doesn't sound like a teacher is stopping them. Isn't the teacher for this class yet?
The idiot raised his head and looked at the quartz clock erected in the square.
2:58 pm.
He exhaled and finally arrived before class started. The little bread in his arms looked at the surrounding environment with wide eyes, but seemed very interested.
The classroom is noisy. However, the moment the idiot dragged the chains in, the noise stopped.
It was not the first time to be watched, especially those eyes full of surprise, surprise, ridicule, and jokes. He had tasted it as early as three months after pouring water in the swimming pool. Soon, a moment of silence began to whisper, and within a minute, these whispers became a lot of discussion.
"Hey! I've seen that person! He is the one who used a small bucket to pour water into the pool, trying to fill the pool!"
"Ah, I also heard my brother talk about it, saying that there was an idiot, a beggar with a brain problem in the school."
"Hey? No? How come a man with a brain problem came here? You see, those chains on his body, my uncle is the warden, he said, those who did bad things and were locked up People have such chains!"
"What? No way! So, this man is a badass?!"
"Well, and maybe a bad guy with a sick brain!"
"We... what do we do? He... he won't jump over and eat us?!"
Sitting on the chairs were all children around six or seven years old, and they seemed to be new students, about a hundred. Those who whispered unscrupulously fell from the top of the lecture hall and got into the ears of idiots.
For these, idiots don't mind. But just as he was holding the broom and trying to sweep the area around the podium a little bit, he heard a slight groan in his arms...
He lowered his head, saw the bread with his hands folded, and looked at the aristocratic children with fear. The loud comments on them showed a look of fear...
The children are still commenting, and there is no panic in the tone of the conversation. They are all nobles, children of people with family background. For an idiot whose hands and feet were locked by chains and holding only a broom in his hand, ridicule had long replaced fear and had taken their voice.
But soon, some children found that the children they were talking to gradually stopped talking. He raised his head strangely, but saw that the eyes of the children who were quietly no longer talking were looking down. The expression on their faces was like a frog being stared at by a snake, with no expression on their face. The other children turned their heads and looked down, but...
Those eyes tightly wrapped in the icy blizzard, deeply reflected in every child's mind.
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The classroom became quiet. Without the annoying noise, Bread's scared expression gradually relaxed. When the idiot retracted his eyes and raised the broom to prepare to clean, the three o'clock bell rang. And the teacher who was late finally yawned and walked in with his textbook.
"Huh? How come this year's freshmen are so behaved and not noisy at all?"
A woman’s voice sounded from the door. The idiot turned her head and saw a woman of about 17 or 18 years old wearing casual clothes with short blond hair and a melon-seeded face. She walked away from the outside with a face of apparent lack of sleep. Came in.
"The ghost queen is here!"
I don't know who murmured. Some of the children who had been staying in the college since the beginning of school immediately sat upright, lowered their heads and opened the books. Other children who don't know what's going on are looking around, a little at a loss.
The blonde woman walked to the podium while yawning, and put the handout in her hand on the table. As she passed by the idiot, the idiot noticed a small skin bag hanging around her waist.
"Well, before the formal class, I will introduce myself. I believe many of you know me. I am the language teacher of you little guys, Quirine Rooney replied. Besides, I am too lazy to name your names. I don’t want to know that those who are interested come here to sign in for themselves after class.

After finishing speaking, this woman named Quilin yawned again. To the students, such a non-serious attitude was really outrageous.
After yawning, Quirine finally turned her head. She looked up and down the idiot with those eyes that didn't seem to be awake. Suddenly she shook her head like self-deprecating, with one hand on hips and the other on the podium, and said, "Hi, my life is still dead. It’s hard enough. Is this the so-called treatment for work-study students? Asking for a class assistant, Mr. Principal should send a convict? And, is it a convict with a baby?"
Quirine rolled up her sleeves slightly and squatted in front of the idiot. She stretched out a finger, shook it in front of the idiot, and smiled bitterly: "Hey, boy, I am not a kindergarten here. It is hard enough to take care of so many students, but I don’t have the energy to take care of you. If You have pity on me, so please leave right now, okay? Come, shake hands. Nice to see you, little gentleman. See you later."
Quirine stretched out her right hand, the wry smile at the corner of her mouth was still hanging. Although from a close up, this elder sister looks pretty, but her always listless appearance makes her look a bit decadent.
The idiot lowered his head and looked at her outstretched hand. Then he raised his head and looked at her without moving.
Quirin waited for a few seconds, but when the child in front of her did not respond, her face was slightly annoyed. She stretched out her hand a little more and said, "Hey, little gentleman, it is very impolite to keep women waiting. Stretch out your right hand and shake it. Do you understand?"
The idiot looked at his hand again, and then he tried to raise his right arm. Unfortunately, his shoulders have lost consciousness because of the weight of the handcuffs, and he can't lift them anymore.
At this moment, Quirin seemed really annoyed. She seemed to be in a really bad mood. After being rejected by the idiot twice, she was a little angry. She grabbed the idiot by the right arm, trying to lift him up, and then gave a good lesson. Seeing the angry expression on her face, the idiot felt bad and wanted to retire. But now his movements have become slower than that of a snail, where can he retreat? The arm was grabbed by the opponent in an instant.
"You kid, why are you so ignorant of politeness!...Woo!!!"
Maybe this female teacher would never have thought that this little hand in her hand would be so heavy! For an instant, she was not able to lift it up? !
Quirine looked at the idiot in front of her dignifiedly, and snorted: "Little guy, do you deliberately compare strength with me? Humph, I have seen you with a temperamental child a lot, and compare strength with me? Watch me dump you, then take off my pants and spank!"
The idiot still can't dodge, he even seems to be extremely difficult to move his feet, where is the strength to compare with the adult in front of him? The next moment, Quirine reached out and grabbed the chain in the idiot's handcuffs, ready to pull it up.