No one gave him a ladder, and no one persuaded him.

Duchamp suddenly felt a little depressed. He could see that these people were completely afraid that the world would not be chaotic. A bunch of bad friends!

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to go. Anyway, no one handed him a ladder.

Dietrie looked disapprovingly at Duchamp's back, but still didn't say a word.

Eisenberg giggled, sat down at the table again, lifted a bottle and poured it into his mouth. Halfway through the drink, he suddenly remembered that the wine had been bought by Morgana.

Bang! There was a cracking sound of wine bottles cracking in the tavern, and Eisenberg walked out crookedly, and Isaac and Calles, who were in the same dormitory, hurriedly chased them out to take care of them.

Because of the darkness of the night, the path of the school is even quieter. As he walked, Duchamp tried his best to get rid of the alcohol from his body and get his brain back to functioning normally.

What the hell is Morgana looking for herself?

This is definitely not a lace incident involving any male and female emotions and thoughts, is it for pagers, but isn't that the matter decided by the Lane Ford Society?

The school's library was locked and the lights were turned off. Duchamp stubbornly walked along a path towards the small flower platform next to it, saying that it was a flower platform, but in fact there were only some shrubs and a few benches, which reflected the shadows of the leaves under the cover of the tall trees all around.

Duchamp saw Morgana from afar, who was walking irritably along the circular flower platform. Duchamp didn't like it when he saw it, but he saw her with one hand on her waist and kicking her feet around, completely looking like a female man, this shape was pulled by a street lamp above her head, and it looked even more distorted.

Duchamp walked over, clasped his arms with both hands, and said lazily: "Okay, eldest lady, there is no one in the middle of the night now, so if you have any confidential matters, just say it quickly." ”

Morgana was not satisfied with Duchamp's attitude, paced two more steps in the light, and suddenly said in a hurry: "Don't mix with that group anymore!" ”

"Mixed up?" Duchamp was taken aback, and immediately understood which group of people Morgana was talking about. He thought it was a little funny, "Why, is this all you have to say when you called me so mysteriously?" ”

Morgana said impatiently: "You won't understand, but you just need to understand, I'm saying this for your good, you shouldn't be mixed with that group of people, you're not all the way." ”

"What's not all the way? I don't understand. Duchamp tilted his head.

Morgana turned around and said impatiently:

"I'm leaving tomorrow and there are a lot of things that I never want to bring to school and I don't want to complicate campus life. I don't like to reveal people's strengths and weaknesses, and I've always hated you. ”

Duchamp pouted, I hate you too, chick!

But these small details of personal vendetta don't need to be delved into. I just want to tell you that since you came to this class and were assigned to the dorm room in Dietrie, you haven't really gotten to know the people you're with, and although you seem to be in harmony, your values are diametrically opposed. If you don't see this clearly, you will only be sadly taken advantage of in the future. ”

Duchamp couldn't help but shake his ears, and goosebumps rose all over his body when he heard these words.

"The group of people who mingle with you are the most conservative representatives of the aristocracy of this empire, and they have really thought a little about the development and progress of this country, except for the ups and downs of the day. Everything you hear from their mouths is distorted and untrue. Didn't you invent a word called Pindad culture, they are the representatives of Pindad culture. ”

Duchamp couldn't help but laugh, and the laughter spread far away in the moonlight.

"That's right, you're absolutely right, these guys are indeed idle, and they are disease-free all day long**, I know this. But am I not trying to change them? But Miss Morgana, I remember that you and I do not seem to have a good relationship, why did you come so mercifully to admonish me? ”

Morgana snorted and said:

"That's right, you once left an extremely vicious note on my desk, deliberately made me make a fool of myself in front of my classmates several times, and deliberately didn't help me in the guiding practice exam last semester, but I don't care about you, in the end, you just love to show off and play tricks on people, and you don't have any real bad intentions."

When Duchamp heard this, he felt a warmth in his heart, it was rare for a girl to be so generous, but then, he thought of the notebook with the small blue flowers, and became entangled again, if the girl who handed him the note in the drawer was Morgana, then what should he do?

He looked at Morgana's withered hair, the flushed color of her face from drinking too much, and the newly popping pox in her head that was suffering from dense phobia, and thought to himself, "It's really hard enough to get my brother to accept you!"

Morgana had no idea that Duchamp was so imaginative, and her intention today was very simple, to save Duchamp from the hostile camp once and for all.

After the official contact, Brugh-Vinson Communications has signed a letter of intent with Lane Ford Society, and it has also been learned that Stellary Duchamp is indeed the main developer of the paging station project, and holds the right to 8% of the entire project.

Although Morgana first informed the family of this incident, when the news actually came back, it still shocked her again, and she realized that she immediately reflected on herself, and realized that she had been too contemptuous of this boy who had broken into the middle of the aristocracy.

After much deliberation, Morgana decided to have an open and honest conversation with Duchamp, at least not to allow him to get closer to the Kane family. Even, win him to his side. As the heir, she is now accustomed to thinking about things as the head of the family.

Morgana saw that Duchamp fell into distressed contemplation, but she failed to connect with Xueba's thinking at all, and just followed her own train of thought and continued the topic.

"Maybe there was some misunderstanding between you and me at first. But Eric's character, what do you think? Is he a gentleman who is eager to help others and sincere to others? How did your so-called friends mock him, traitors among the nobility! It was because Eric's father responded positively to the Cabinet's railroad plan that the plan of the recalcitrant aristocracy to resist the development of new things went bankrupt. What a pathetic bunch! Moreover, the railway plan was a matter discussed at the joint council of nobles, and what it had to do with the friendship between classmates only seemed to be more narrow-minded and despicable. ”

Duchamp shrugged, and it seemed to him a joke indeed. He said annoyedly: "Among classmates, why should they be divided into this group, that group, isn't it good to be harmonious?" ”

"Harmony? Harmony also depends on who the object is. Look at the people close to you. Dietrie Kane, the most stubborn representative of the aristocracy of the Empire; Eisenberg Ricars, a flea unwilling to fail; Isaac, as the heir to the earl, has been in the wind and snow all day long, and does not care about the people's livelihood at all; Liermu has no ambitions and just wants to mess around. I know I have big ambitions, but with such a group of people, not only can you not influence them, but you will be affected by their shortcomings, and finally become a mediocre person. ”

Duchamp jumped a few times without even raising his eyebrows, which was too ugly to hear, although it was true.

He fixed his mind and retorted: "Although I don't know how much is going on here, but what does it have to do with me, I am just an ordinary person, I have to go into business after school, away from your circle and politics." I fully agree with what you said at the beginning, the relationship between classmates is better than a little simpler. Dietrie, at least I've never seen him speak ill of anyone, except for a little cleanliness and no superiority over his fellow civilians, I think it's definitely not just taught in etiquette class, but a reflection of the goodness of his heart. The rest of the people, I think, are also very kind, and that's enough. ”

"Kindness?" Morgana couldn't contain her surprise and laughed out loud.

"Styry, when you have free time, you should learn some history. History books will tell you that in the world of the powerful, there is no such word for kindness at all. Especially the one surnamed Kane, who is not a good person, from hundreds of years ago to the present! ”