My Daughters Are Regressors

༺ To Children, Parties Are Like War! (2) ༻

Salome didn’t like children.

They always did whatever they wanted, and it was hard to guess what they were thinking.

Some would even cry at the drop of a hat.

Still, the students of the Graham Academy were considered high-level.

There were hardly any criers, and most were quiet.

Of course, there were troublemakers too.

“Teacher, Naru is sleeping after lunch again!”

“Leave her be. She’ll start blabbering about her dreams if you wake her up.”