On the morning of the first day of school, Allen faced him and said, "Um, classmate, I'm sorry." Allen was in a hurry, "Tsk, kid, you're so dirty." He wiped his sleeves. Kid, it feels so familiar. I haven't been called that for a long time. The last time I was called was probably when I first met Levi. Allen stared at him in a daze for a long time. Eh? When did I care so much about this title? Hey! He shook his head vigorously. "Have we met?" When Allen asked this question, the only answer was the lonely (little) figure of the man.
"Hey, Allen, I heard that the man just now is our new school director!" Jean tugged at the corner of Allen's clothes. "Ah, school director!" Allen's mind went blank. "You mean, I just bumped into the school director?!" Allen's eyes widened.
"This kid is not bad." At this time, he was sitting on the sofa, tasting red wine, looking at the kid from a distance.