Barton City is too young to have a formal university, but there is a [Back Bay Community College], located in the south of Back Bay, just as a boundary separating Pais. All that's needed about this community college is an application, tuition, and four years of free time. So it's conceivable that this university is stuck in an awkward position in every way.

As a result, after the daytime is over, the nighttime at Backbay Community College becomes a more meaningful evening school, making full use of educational resources that are not fully utilized during the day. What you need is an application, tuition, and the determination to improve yourself.

Morris's writing class officially began at 9 p.m. and lasted two hours, but he asked all the students to be there at 8:30 p.m., because he would be reading and commenting on the assignments left before.

Now Morris is reprimanding a young man sitting in the front row, "I want conflict! Not a conflict! You come to tell me, why would a person with an allergy to peanut butter want to try peanut butter taste?!"

The young man is very aggrieved, his intentions are good, if people can't eat peanut butter in their lives, common sense says, his desire for this thing should be very strong. However, he seems to have been mistaken, there is a fundamental difference between fleeing peanut butter because of the threat to his life and craving peanut butter.

"I can't imagine how your cement head came up with this! Unreasonable!" said Morris, throwing one assignment in the young man's face, moving on to the next.

Zach smiled and looked at a nervous Madison, "What did you write?"

When Zach showed up at the mill in time, Madison was grimacing. He is indeed tormented, and if Zach does not show up, then he will completely offend his boss. If Zach showed up, Maddison didn't know how to end it.

So the two of them arrived here from the South End in silence, and Madison had not yet said a word.

Find a topic that the other person is willing to talk about. This is the purpose of Zach's communication with people. It's a pity that Zach was disappointed, and Madison just kept a strained face, glanced at the vampire, and didn't mean to let go.

Zach pouted and continued to watch Morris ravage--his own student.

"Ms. West. Morris stood in front of a middle-aged woman, "You can take your homework." Morris had a very different smile on his face. "I love it, and you'll share it later. ”

The woman with the surname West nodded and flipped directly to the end of the article to see Morris's comments.

Zach raised an eyebrow, this Morris is such a good teacher.

Finally, Morris stood in front of Madison, his brow furrowing, his fingers rummaging through the paper, "Cook (Madison's last name.) Not Mr. Cook from Cook's Kitchen. Morris's voice was low, "You're insisting, aren't you? I think you've decided to stick with the vampire guy!" he looked at Madison with a nervous face, dropped his homework, and snorted, "Then I'll stick to my point of view too!

Maurice was about to turn around, but Madison actually grabbed the teacher with heavy glasses, "Wait! I have something to say!"

Zach raised an eyebrow, the guy who was bullied by the bar staff for the first time. Always erupts when you don't expect it. He wondered what Madison was going to say.

"That's who I wrote!" Zach looked at Madison in astonishment, pointing at him, and Morris seemed a little interested. Looking at Zach, Madison continued, "He's the guy who lives on blood!"

The lecture hall fell silent, and all eyes were on our vampire.

Morris pushed his glasses and looked at Zach with a frown, "Yes." Pale skin, decent clothes......"

Zach kept smiling and held out his hand, "Zachary Grande." ”

"Morris. And very polite. Morris narrated objectively, and also stretched out his hand, "It's a little cold." Morris actually nodded and looked at Madison, who was trying to prove himself. "So that's your archetype?"

Morris didn't wait for Madison to answer, he directly took his last night from Madison's hand, handed it to Zach, and his gaze continued to stay on Madison, with a hint of sarcasm, "Mr. Grande, did you know that your friend wrote you as a man who lives on blood?"

Zach smiled and took Madison's homework, didn't look at it, but shook his head and swept the gaze that gathered on him with a 'I see' expression, "That's a lot more reasonable, I'm his boss." ”

In everyone's raised eyebrows, Zach smiled and shook his head, "If I let him feel like this." Zach shrugged, "Excuse me?"

"Oh! interesting!" Morris's forehead was squeezed into four wrinkles by the raised eyebrows, "so this is a symbol! squeezing under a glossy exterior!" he looked playfully at Madison, who was strained and silent, "I now understand the significance of your choice of such a ridiculous subject. ”

That understanding is wrong, of course, but, guess Madison will explain? No, especially when Zach is already squinting and smiling next to him.

"You still want to run, you haven't learned to walk yet?" Morris chuckled and shook his head, "If you don't say it, no one knows your symbol!

Morris dropped Madison and moved on to the next one. And Zach patted Madison on the shoulder and just smiled.

There are very few people who can get a positive evaluation of Morris, in fact, this is a very vitriolic teacher. At the beginning of the class, Ms. West was invited to the podium.

"I'm disappointed!" Morris said, standing on one side of the podium, "Now, I want you to hear what a truly worthwhile story looks like! ”

The woman on the podium was a little nervous, she held her essay in both hands, looked around, took a deep breath, and began to read aloud.

It was an unusually cold night in the summer, and Will didn't know how he had gotten to the point of planting. He put his hand on his head and ran through the icy rainstorm......

Zach's fingers smoothed the folds of his upturned legs, adjusted his sitting, and looked at the woman on the podium, the vampire ready to enjoy a story that Morris praised.

Will began to put his life in order, he had been a simple man with a normal job. It's boring and worth complaining about, but the job pays for an apartment and pizza on the corner, and Will used to be satisfied. Of course, he had many things he wanted but couldn't get, just like all of them. Everyone has to have expectations. ’

Will looked into the dark alley, the only dry place he could find. Yes. Will paid for his expectations, he no longer owns his apartment, and he doesn't have the ability to pay for a corner pizza anymore. Now all he needed was a dry place to spend the night. ’

In the dense sound of rain, Will clumsily stuck the lid of the green trash can on the fire escape, trying to make an enclosed space to dispel the cold. He tried to pull out the cardboard stuck in the wall and use it as his bed. On a night with only the sound of rain, this lonely man was wrestling with a pile of garbage. Yes, he needs to think about his life. ’

Footsteps are approaching. Will is holding on to a fluke, no, it's not a fluke, it's a give-up. He tugged at the cardboard, bent it in an arc, and the enclosed space he wanted was about to be completed, and perhaps this would be his home in the future. ’

"Found you!" Will recognized the voice, and he didn't want to answer. Continue to 'build' your own home. ’

"Not bad!" the voice continued, and Will tried to ignore it. "You seem to be pretty good at that for a new homeless man!" the owner of the voice had approached Will, and there were three of them, their wet bodies and clothes, unconcerned that they had polluted Will's 'home'. ’

"It's a shame!" the intruder flipped over the cardboard, pushing Will against the cold, damp wall. "We don't want you to fit into the life of a homeless like that!" they gathered around Will, "You need to pay what you owe!!!" Will shuddered. ’

The vampire adjusted his position again, and it was indeed a good start, and he was already intrigued......

"What more do you want!" cried Will, his eyes blurred with drops of water dripping from his hair, but now he was furious. He shouted out his inner words, 'What more do you want? ’’

Unfortunately, no one could hear what was going on in his heart. A fist slammed into his abdomen......'

The story on the podium continued, Zach's finger on the armrest, his pale green eyes squinting at the woman, a depressing tragic story.

Zack knew that the class was over, and he hadn't left the woman, and the vampire was thinking about something.

Class ended, and Madison packed up her things.

"Wait. Zach smiled and got up and walked towards West, who was already about to leave.

"Hey! Zachary Grande. Zach introduced himself again in front of the woman, "I like your article, I have some questions, I wonder if you can answer me?"

"Ah, thank you. "The woman was a little nervous, after all, she was in front of a boss who was described as squeezing people's blood," Sheila West. ”

"You can call me Zach. Zach smiled, "Don't worry about Madison, we're actually friends." ”

Sheila smiled reluctantly, not responding.

"Then ......," Zacra walked down the hallway with the somewhat nervous lady, "I want to ask, why did Wells, oh, sorry, Will have to die? I mean, we've already sympathized with what happened to him, and there have been remorseful thugs (Seth), and detectives (James) who are dissatisfied with reality and want to protect him, so why can't he make it to court, get the compensation he wants, and start his life again?"

Sheila looked at the man in front of her, who was actually very attractive, she realized that the other party was really interested in the story, thought about it, showed a look of apology, and replied, "Because my cat is sick today, I have to take it to the vet, and I don't have time to write it, so I ......" Sheila smiled bitterly, "But Mr. Morris seems to be most satisfied with this ending." ”

Zach kept a smile on his stiff face, and some people's lives were just stories on paper. (To be continued......)