Farmers will use the brine method to judge the quality of seeds, some seeds can germinate, and some seeds will not.

Shambhala's job is to predict who the children will be the future masters and who will not.

Although in essence, students with the prefix 0 are good seeds.

But without media, sunlight, and water, no seed can germinate.

That's why the families signed the agreement to let the seeds germinate, which is called the "selection plan".

If you want to become a towering tree in the future, or an annual plant, it depends on the pressure of the outside world and the training of the students themselves.

……

"Let's assign the dormitories randomly, and arrange the students with the closest seats together."

Just as the 0-prefix student was being taken off the meadow, Shambhala made an important decision.

An important conclusion was hastily made.

"Don't you need to avoid suspicion, the word 0 says that it is a seeded player, but almost all of them are weirdos."

Unsociability seems to be a common problem among this population, and it is difficult to achieve today's results with the crowd.

But isolation itself is a trait that is not conducive to one's own development.

"You don't have to avoid suspicion, and you can't avoid it because you're not good at it."

Obviously, it is not so much a weird guy in the eyes of others as a hidden marginal person who is excluded by students.

"Ah, it's a bit difficult to get some students who are about to become adults to get back to socializing."

Poor communication is a sore foot for students with a 0 prefix, and it is obvious that this sore foot has existed for more than a year or two, for many years.

Sometimes students themselves don't know if they don't like communication because they don't communicate much, or if they don't like communication by nature

"There's always something to overcome."

Mireanna said that there is always something to overcome, and if you want to become a big tree, you must avoid insect pests, avoid root nodules, withstand drought, withstand floods, and withstand severe cold and heat......

So not every seed has the potential to be a big tree.

It takes too many difficulties for people to grow, and growing up itself is not a flirtatious word.

……

The pleasure of Roman's arrival on the island was quickly washed away by the allotment of accommodation.

He didn't know if there was Frione's behesitation, but he always felt that it wasn't a coincidence that Jonanstin and he had been placed in a deserted house—in fact, it just happened that their rankings were close to each other.

When he entered the deserted dwelling, Roman kept his face cloudy.

Jonanstin sensed Roman's unhappy state of mind, and Roman's perverse performance at Rhem's engagement party made him very uneasy.

Honansteen's highly sensitive emotional perception is a source of constant distress.

The voices of ill intentions in people's hearts in life are far more than positive voices.

Even if bad luck loves group fighting.

Everything can only be met with difficulties, and for the sake of his sister, Jonanstine pushes open the old iron door.

It's like the house has been uninhabited for 800 years, with insects and small animals...... Look at Honanstine's hair.

Jonanstin rubbed his goosebumpy arm to himself.

Even though Honanstin left the Storm Continent at a very young age and was used to living alone.

Life in Sing Tao doesn't have much to do with living independently......

He placed his luggage on the dusty table and loosened his shoulders.

Roman seemed to be in the room and couldn't wait to take off his robe, and Hornanstin understood Roman's thoughts very well.

He loosened his clothes and let the heat out.

Roman walked down the staircase that creaked when he took a step, and Honansteen turned his head to see the scar on Roman's back.

Roman's thin back muscles are very clear, just looking at Roman's palm Hornending, you know that he is a very powerful man.

Roman's hands are very similar to his brother's, both are hands that can hold power firmly.

"The third floor belongs to me, and the second floor is yours."

After some time, Roman walked down and leaned on the handrail of the stairs and said to him.

“… Yes...... Yes. ”

Honanstine was frightened by Roman's sudden words, and he thought that Roman would not say a word to him.

Just like the engagement feast, Roman has been playing with sugar.

It's weird when you open your mouth, it's not a good thing.

"Each of them will clean up their own rooms, and I'll figure out how to do it after today."

Roman said, and Honansteen quickly responded, and he watched Roman go upstairs again, and the living room was filled with insects outside the room.

Jonanstine looked around the room and exhaled quietly.

"Is there anything to settle tomorrow......"

Jonanstine sighed at the cobwebs that filled the room, and stomped his feet heavily on the floor.

"Will I survive tomorrow?"

He asked in a loud voice while Roman was leaving.

Just as Honanstin was about to take another breath of hot air, a large number of termites came out from under the floor, and that amount made people's scalps tingle.

“…… I'll go! ”

Honanstine hurriedly jumped up from his chair, how did he forget that hot and humid places are prone to termites!

Looking at the termites pouring out of the floor, Honanstine was terrified of the place.

"Fuck."

Meanwhile, no different from Honanstine, who angered the termites under the floor, Roman turned over the moldy sheets - they were all disgusted.

“…… Another Aoku. ”

Roman took a deep breath, this moldy thing was a good match for island life.

Roman threw a moldy, smelly quilt on the floor and opened the window.

The dust from the window was shaken down and successfully choked him.

He can't sleep with fleas and bugs, he prefers to sleep on a hard bed.

When he stepped on the quilt with his shoes to wipe the floor, Roman was so hot that he was sweating profusely.

The weather in Star Island is so abnormal, the temperature is so high, and the house is so desolate, the roommates seem to be arranged.

Roman heard Jonanstine dragging his box up the stairs.

He was thirsty and wanted to drink water, but when he turned on the faucet just now, he found that maroon rust water gushed out of it.

Roman watched the faucet flow of rusty water, and frowned for a long time.

Maybe they don't even treat them as well as Oku.

……

"Do you want that floor, the second floor or the third floor?"

Teresa was in a better position than Roman, her house was only dusty, and the yard was deserted, with snakes, insects, rats, and ants scurrying around.

Looking at the aged room, Teresa said the first thing to her roommate.

Looking at Tyra's dewy face, Theresa wondered if she had offended her future roommate by unconsciously exonerating herself on the airship and avoiding Roman's topic.

"Third floor."

Hya Lulu turned and walked down, leaving her answer.

"Okay, although the second floor is not bad either. I actually like the third floor as well. ”

Teresa follows Lulu downstairs, and the staircase hooks up on the way.

Hya Lulu tripped over a bit, and Teresa quickly grabbed Tya Lulu who was about to fall, and that was just a later story.

“…… Oh my God......"

Tya Lulu stood on the stairs for a long time, shocked, and all she remembered was that she had tripped over it.

"Be careful, the screws nailing the planks of this staircase are aging, and all the planks are easy to jump up."

Theresa paused for a moment and looked at the slightly upturned plank.

"What the hell is this place, isn't it."

Theresa touched the dusty handrail of the staircase and rubbed her hands together.

“…… Hell yes. ”

Tya Lulu watched Teresa rub the ash ball out of her dirty hand and agreed.

It seems that because of this uncomfortable situation, the festival of both people has been put aside.

That's how Shambhala thinks, forced to communicate and have to communicate.

"Where to get the mop, I don't think we can wipe it clean with our hands......"

Hya Lulu crouched down and blew into the dust on the floor.

"The kitchen sink can get water, let's go, I remember the general direction of the landmark he just introduced."

Theresa twisted the sink faucet, which rang for a moment and then began to spew maroon rust water.

"Well, let's go......"

Tya Lulu took care of herself and pulled her hair, and when she looked up, she saw Teresa undressing.

Theresa began to undress in the living room.

"Let's change my clothes before leaving, I'm too hot to stand it!"

Stya Lulu heard Theresa's voice muffled in her clothes, and she herself subconsciously tugged at her collar.

At this time, Tia Lulu herself was really hot, and Teresa reminded her.

Hya Lulu walked to a relatively private room and unbuttoned it.

……

"That's, Roman...... There wasn't even a brush in the whole room. ”

As Jonanstin climbed up to the creaking third floor, Roman leaned his hands on the window and quietly watched the scenery outside.

"Go to the bazaar, go now."

Roman withdrew his gaze to look at Honansteen.

Jonanstin had changed into his summer clothes, but he was far from being as cool as the topless Roman.

"And throw away this disgusting thing."

Roman lifted his chin, and Honanstin saw something disgusting.

"Do you need to make a list, there's really nothing here except water."

Jonanstin made a gesture of request.

Although Roman was reluctant to communicate with Honanstine, it was his wishful thinking.

According to Flieon's thinking, Honanstine was a good fit to work with Roman, because Honanstine was a person who could speak delicately and tactfully.

Most of his words, even if Roman rejects communicating with him, do not cause Roman chemistry.

It should be said that the exchange between the two sides is like a dialogue between cotton and iron, and they are at peace with each other.

"Yes, the market will be crowded tomorrow."

Difficulties and troubles not only test individuals, but also twist loose and unfamiliar individuals tightly together like a powerful rope twisting machine.

Like Roman and Honnendon, they have to break through their own communication bottlenecks in order to deal with the difficult accommodation conditions.

"Well, I'll write it."

Honanstin watched as Roman turned his back to him. He made excuses for himself.

"Write your own, I'll write mine."

Roman didn't take his affection, as Honansteen expected. He answered, and walked quickly downstairs.

Roman has been quietly looking at the scenery, the scenery of Star Island is very beautiful, blue sky.

Looking down from the dormitory building in the middle of the mountain, you can see that the dormitory buildings are scattered all the way down, the teaching buildings are tall and solemn, and the central market is very lively.

When Roman poked his head out to take a closer look at the whole room, he saw someone climb up to the top of the building, several rooms away from him.

That's Theresa.