"What a piece of junk! Think I'm a garbage collector!"

Zenne grumbled discontentedly, but his body was especially honest and wore the red rope on his left wrist. It was not too big or too small, and it was just right.

It's just made for him.

He raised his hand to admire it back and forth, and then extended his hand to the school doctor's sister.

"Does it look good?" He asked.”

School doctor sister: "... It's pretty."

Didn't you just dislike?

"My sister gave it to me." Zenne took back his hand and looked back and forth twice. It was pleasing to his eyes.

At this time, the door...