41《Buns Matter》

Sunlight and annoying bird chirps were declaring war on my combined sleep!

On the one hand, sleep surrounded me, on the other hand, these annoying sounds and the sun were trying to keep me awake.

Again, as usual, I opened my eyes when I was in a dilemma.

Annoyingly, the birds and the sun had won the battle. Now that I was sleepy, I could discover the source of yesterday's food smell and carefully devour it.

As I lay on the bed and yawned, I realized that my brother was gone.

Thinking about my brother reminded me of yesterday's embarrassing event.

After I buried my head in the pillow and calmed down, I forcefully got out of bed and crawled towards the kitchen. Walking as soon as you wake up is torture.

I scratched my messy hair even more and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Go and prepare something for yourself. We've already eaten," said my mother.

I walked over to the rickety fridge I made a while ago and glared at it. Even your eyes were slowly closing and opening. It's like it's in slow motion. It's normal to be like this when you wake up.

I scratched my hair out of habit again and looked at the ingredients.

A tomato.

Two cucumbers.

Zero eggs.

And it's empty.

Empty.

Empty.

I closed the closet back. Hasn't anyone been cooking since I left and the cupboard is empty, huh?

"Mom, I'm going to the bakery" I went straight to the door and went outside in my flip-flops.

As the passerby stared at me, I walked carelessly, with a slightly hunched gait, to the bakery as if I was crawling.

The man looked at me for a moment and said, "Brother, did you mix the floors? There's no bed here-" I stared at my body, reflected in the window at the man's words.

Pajamas, messy hair, a limp gait, still sleepy eyes, an unwashed face, and flip-flops.

I pulled out some coppers and handed them to the man, and yawned, "Give me a few donuts or something." He took the money and pinned the bag and the donuts to my hands.

In the same way, on the way home without breaking my stance, I saw someone I never expected on the road.

I walked up to that person and called out. "Manager"

Hearing me and turning around, he was surprised and said, "L-Lord?" said. "He's mine" I spoke again, yawning. "I said I'll tell you today, I'm no longer a student at school" the principal was surprised and said "But a few procedures are needed".

"Do it for me"

"Don't Confuse Me"

"And" the manager paid attention to me again. "I want to teach at your school"

"Ahem, ahem!" He choked on his own saliva, ha ha, idiot.

"My lord, this is..."

I interrupted "give me the worst grade." The worst class is made up of naughty people, I guess. And dealing with them is smarter and more fun than dealing with residents eheh.

"My lord..."

While the principal hesitated for a moment, "So what is my class? And when do I start working?" I asked again.

"Not by bragging, my lord"

He sulked and said, "Why not. Let's get it done in two minutes!" I said.

The Director said, "My lord, one of these long-standing important matters—"

I cut you off. "Don't give me excuses. I made the decision to build Hell while I was in the bathroom! It was a big deal then too! It didn't take long at all!"

The headmaster's eye twitched, remembering that it was the Lord of Hell. The notorious Lord for his stubborn and eccentric ways.

Realizing she couldn't handle it, she sighed and said, "Okay."

"So answer me, what's my class and when do I start work?"

The principal sighed, "You're going to teach in your class, your work time-"

"Stop!" I frowned and looked at him stubbornly, "I said give me the worst class, you said the class I went to before. Let me see if you sent me to the worst class to study, huh?"

The Warden sweated and said with a slight shyness, "I didn't know you were a Lord then."

"I don't know that!" I narrowed my eyes and looked sharply. He swallowed and sweated with fear. "I want a raise in my salary!" When I said that, the manager was immediately stunned.

'He wants a raise immediately without even knowing his salary? And like a vampire exploiting money at every opportunity!' Even though the manager thought about it, he didn't dare to refuse, nodding his head in agreement.

"Which field will you teach?" ' he promptly changed the subject.

"Alan…" Shura scratched her chin.

Risking his scones getting cold, he casually replied, "all of them," in his mind. He didn't have time to choose for an hour. The buns were waiting for him. How can he break his beloved donuts?

Buns are essential.

Then, without looking at the principal, he said, "You are the subjects, it is the curriculum, send me whatever you have" and proceeded to his house again.

Manager not worth as much as a donut"..."

-To be continued-