"Brain holes? How can I have a hole in my head? Learmey touched his head, not yet comprehending the new term.

Looking at the unclear but concerned Limmour, Duchamp collapsed on the bed and rolled his eyes.

"Arranged marriage or something, how good, you can get a daughter-in-law for nothing at all, there is such a good thing, I can't ask for it. It's a pity that no one can arrange it! ”

Learmor knew that he had guessed wrong, so he leaned over with a shy face to explore the truth: "Then what did you cry about last night, it sounds very sad?" ”

Duchamp said wistfully: "Cry my lost youth and sweat!" ”

Looking at Limmour, who continued to chatter in search of the truth, Duchamp decided to satisfy the curiosity of the good man, and said half-truthfully: "Actually, here's the thing, I met a pretty good girl the summer before last. ”

He reflected on Fairy Rayla's youthful face, and emphasized: "Quite a pretty good girl." ”

"And then?"

"And then, just recently, I found out that she was going to be a nun." Duchamp lowered his voice decadently.

"Huh!" The three people in the dormitory mourned a moment of silence for Duchamp.

"It's okay to be a nun, a nun can also be vulgar!" Learmour continued to try to comfort Duchamp.

Duchamp glared at him: "Don't mention this matter in the future, I just forgot about it, what are you doing when you mention it again." ”

When people are in poor spirits, they pretend to be sick and sell cuteness or something, which helps to improve their attractiveness and absorb those who care for them. (See Patient Psychology for details)

No, as soon as it was sold, Duchamp received a lot of extra attention and comfort in the past two days.

Under the leakage of Lemmour's big mouth, the buddies of the sword and rose combination all knew that Duchamp had fallen into a low ebb in his life.

Immediately afterwards, under the spread of Mark's gossip boy, the other students in Class A gradually learned that the invincible and lawless scholar with a small universe in his chest had encountered the black history of his life.

Finally, at noon the day after Duchamp made up this clumsy reason, at the table in the cafeteria.

"I heard no, Xueba's fiancée, ran away to be a nun, Xueba almost committed suicide the night before yesterday, but fortunately he was pulled by Liermu in their dormitory!"

In between meals, Abel, a reformist boy who has the closest relationship with girls, mysteriously put the dinner plate close to the girl's table, and by the way, revealed the gossip news to the girl as a meal.

"Tsk, how could this happen? Although that kid has a lower family background, is a little despicable, and looks a little obscene, he won't be a nun. Morgana laughed and said that this was very happy news.

"Gatapunia, I heard that it's all wilderness and Gobi, and the eight-adult family doesn't want to marry into that kind of poor country." Nina said with a smile.

"Maybe it's because the house that wants to marry in the past doesn't even have a decent parlor and housekeeper. If there are these two things, it is not unbearable to be in the middle of nowhere, it is better than being a nun. "Karen compares her heart to her heart, and uses her imagination to the fullest, and she can only think of this.

"Alas, even if the family is poor and can't afford to hire a servant, at least Master Duchamp can still cook good dishes, and he really can't get along, so he can go to the hotel to apply for a chef." Yeliya looked at the back of the school bully who was eating only two rows of seats, and raised her voice happily.

Ever since Duchamp left that quote on her desk last semester, the two of them have become bitter enemies.

"Are you saying I'm right, Aisha?" Seeing that there was still one person who did not respond, Yelia was very upset and turned to ask Aisha.

"Maybe, but I don't think that's the reason, there may be other reasons, after all, the life of a nun is more boring." Aisha whispered.

"What could be the other reason?" The five girls continued to cooin on a dining table, put their brains into holes, and made up for their brains, and the script of a Semeria Palace sadistic drama continued to be performed.

At the dining table separated by two rows of tables, Duchamp glared at Limmon while fiercely forking the mashed potatoes on the plate: "Lilmu, what is going on with these rumors all over the street?" ”

Learmey tried his best to keep his eyes open and make an innocent expression: "What does this have to do with me, Dietri and Fang also know about you, why don't you ask them?" ”

Duchamp said angrily: "First of all, where did the fiancée come from? ”

Liermu had no choice but to bow his head to eat without saying a word, which seemed to have been accidentally added by him when he leaked the gossip.

Fang was very rude and tapped Learmour's plate with his fork.

"Secondly, are Dietrie and I the kind of people who would spread such frivolous rumors?"

Dietrie nodded earnestly.

Three pairs of disdainful eyes stared at Learmu, who was in the shape of a turtle.

Liermu had no choice but to bow his head and say dejectedly: "At most, I just mentioned a few casual words with Mark during rehearsals yesterday. ”

Duchamp shook his head and did not pursue any further. In the end, it's his own fault.

The philosopher said that the birth of a lie requires a thousand lies to continue to make up, and the latter brain holes are the continuation of his own lies, which can be regarded as self-inflicted.

Walking out of the cafeteria, Duchamp looked at the gloomy face of the sky and decided to go to the dormitory to sleep soundly.

After the New Year, his state has not been adjusted, he always feels sleepy, has no energy, and many planned things have not had time to do.

"Shouldn't something thrilling happen to spark the excitement?" He covered his whole body comfortably with the quilt, and with this thought, he fell asleep.

At two o'clock, the conscientious Limmon woke up the sleepy friends in the dormitory one by one. Duchamp got up with a yawn, wiped his face with a towel in a daze, and went to his afternoon class.

The first class of the afternoon was the foundation of guidance, and Duchamp reached into his desk to touch the textbook. He dug his hand into his desk, and immediately noticed that someone had touched his desk.

He looked down and saw that someone had helped him clean up the drawers.

"Today's students on duty are really diligent." Duchamp muttered, numbly touched the textbook, and opened it.

Suddenly, he found that there was a sticky note and a small dried blue flower in the basic textbook of guiding force.

Is this a Shenma situation?

Duchamp suddenly became nervous, his heart racing, the roots of his ears reddened, and a possibility quickly took shape in his mind.

He squinted his eyes to the sides and in front of him, and saw that no one was looking at him, so he unfolded the note, with only one line on it: "Don't worry about those who don't understand you, you are the best in my heart." ”

Is this a god horse? Brother, is this a confession? Duchamp was surprised and delighted, he quickly glanced at the five cute masters in the class, leaving him with only five complete backs.

He cherished the note and read it over and over again a dozen times, and then carefully sandwiched the note with the flower in a notebook with a blue striped cover that had not been used much.

Confessed!

This is a historic breakthrough in his homework!