Lazy thinking?
The Spirit of the Academy City left the "Mechanical Gentleman" with a thoughtful look, withdrawing his consciousness—this was the name he had given this body, matching the name of his Crystal Instrument.
About ten minutes later, the Spirit of the Academy City's consciousness returned.
The moment he entered the body, the Spirit of the Academy City still felt somewhat stiff. Nevertheless, he wobbled to his feet, placed a hand over his chest, and bowed respectfully. "Principal, I have returned."
Angel looked at the Spirit of the Academy City's sudden hand-over-heart salute, his expression a little strange. "What is this...?"
The Spirit of the Academy City said, "This is the etiquette Dean Mona taught me just now."
Angel: "???"
He had sent the Spirit of the Academy City to deliver a message. How had he ended up learning etiquette instead?
After the Spirit of the Academy City explained, it turned out that he had suddenly spoken into Mona's ear several times in a row, which had made her rather angry.
"Can't you knock before you come next time?!"
Seeing this, the Spirit of the Academy City immediately admitted his mistake. "Sorry... but I have no hands, so I cannot knock."
"If you can't knock, then find a simple way to let me know you've arrived instead of speaking directly into my ear. Do you know how disruptive it is to my train of thought when you appear and vanish like a ghost?" Mona snapped. "Can't you learn a little more etiquette?!"
The reason Mona was upset was that one visit would have been one thing, but she had only just sent him away when he came back a second time—and she had happened to be in the midst of a flash of inspiration.
She had already found inspiration for