Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 1.1

"As you know...." As long as the woman in front of the class wrote word for word on the glass whiteboard, in fact, many students were ignorant. Like two women who are actually engrossed in watching new episodes of his drama through a book hologram.

The woman with her hair neatly impaled stopped her activities, she wrote. The emerald-green irises behind the cold-emitting glasses that were equivalent to the depths of the sea, gnawed unbeknownst to them.

"Please refer to sa---" Unfinished he said, someone threw a peanut shell at him. Once turned around, almost everyone giggled without looking at who they were insinuating.

If I had the strength.

"What are you laughing at?" The woman with the hologram sign reading 'Roro' tried to smile as sweetly as possible. However, giggling them even more so, bring a cold gaze that they have never seen from a distance.

"S-until here first, has anyone been asked?" Roro asked again without showing any real feelings in his heart.

The answer is certainly according to Roro logic: there will be one provocateur who hooks the whole class.

"Heh, Mom!" A reddish long-haired girl got up slamming the book Roro gave her. "Can't you teach him like any other teacher? They already use holograms as a medium of study, is this using the book and we should record the material? Think dong, Mom! It's year 2×××! Don't keep believing!"

Others threw Roro with items on the table, such as books and food waste. However, Roro casually collected the trash, then rubbed the glass beside the blackboard. The trash in front of him plunged into a square hole. Before standing, his emerald irises darkened and painted some of them were still giggling.

"How, Rara?" With a bright change in the color of her iris, she looked at the glasses girl who was also looking at her. Roro's smile was even more sweet to beautify his face. "Is there anything to ask?"

Rara shakes. "Nothing, Mom," she answered with a big smile.

Well, while Rara was listening to him, Roro felt much appreciated. Knowing Rara always permeates her teachings, Roro wants Rara in her life.

****

Half an hour and ten in the morning.

"Where's the class, Grandma?"

Someone hit the back of Roro's head with an A5 book-size device. Not too painful, but Roro's mood was immediately broken. How can he not be angry anyone lay an attack when engrossed in daydreaming?

However, he had to hold back his anger, or the worst possibility would happen.

"Lu-lumayan smoothly," replied Roro as suave as he could.

"Fluent or...." All of a sudden he could stand the laughter behind the cynical grin, "much trouble because of the way you teach?"

"You're good at guessing, yeah." Though from behind the friendly mimic Roro, his mind continues to chant one of the most telling words: patience.

"Yes, Grandma." He sat at Roro's desk now packing dozens of papers. "What year are you born in? Don't you know this is the digital age?"

"Born 1400 times!" A young man in neat clothes like an office man tried to guess.

"It could be that he was born in the days of Adam."

And the laughter of the entire teacher exploded with Roro as the center of the merrka swarmed. Still face calm and friendly, Roro replied:

"You're right. Then, will you teach me the technique of being a teacher in the era of 2×××-an?"

But his mind says, I am neither the birth of 1400 nor the time of Adam.