Hya Lulu sat on a simple bed, her prosthetic eyeball soaked in drops of potion into her eye sockets.

The floor had just been mopped wet, and the sound of insects outside the window was faint.

Not all people's bodies are perfect, and no one is without flaws.

Stya Lulu sat on the bed and unwrapped the red-haired doll's strings round and round.

Human beings are never satisfied, so jealousy is empathy.

……

At the market, she was bumped into by a man.

Something went wrong with the iris, and the accident caused the eyeball to roll up in surprise, and the person who hit him recognized it as a fake eyeball......

It's disgusting. Have you cleaned your eyeballs?

At that time, the iris mirror was misplaced, and her eyes were in severe pain, and tears were about to fall from the pain......

She covered her eyes in pain, the human body is originally a delicate structure, that organ is slightly misplaced, and the rest will be messed up.

It turns out that it hurts if the fake eyeball is hit, or do you play it well?

Of course she will be in pain, and when the iris is connected, the eye nerve is connected.

The iris mirror is bumped like your own glasses are hit.

"Apologize to her."

Teresa said to the man.

Hey, beauty. That's a fake eyeball, it doesn't hurt, you know? I didn't do anything wrong.

"I suspect your leg is fake and it doesn't hurt. I'll try it and find out. ”

Theresa sneered after hearing this, and kicked the other party's foot socket.

Theresa's kick was elegant. Seeing the man clutching his meniscus and howling in pain, she spoke slowly.

"It seems to be true, but it still hurts."

Theresa looked at the man's resentful eyes and spat at the neighbor.

"Seeing that you don't have a medal, I advise you to be careful in Sing Dao."

Teresa said that if she guessed correctly, this person's medal was not only not a 0 or even a 1.

He's one of those miscellaneous people.

Whenever there is something worth showing off, people will show off their might.

The demonstration was not her intention, Teresa thought to herself.

It's Shambhala's rules and regulations, she's just good at using them.

She is a 0 student, and she has privileges.

Think about how she used to survive, and she had to make good use of her privileges.

"You wait when you go down to the island!"

"I await your revenge."

Theresa lifted her chin in disdain.

"Don't let me down, let's go."

Teresa said a word to her, took her by the shoulders and left.

This action was exactly the same as the moment her teacher took her out of the house.

Girls, to be strong, to be ruthless, to be exquisite.

……

Tya Lulu let out a long sigh and waited until she had removed all of the doll's hair.

She felt the need to talk to Teresa.

Hya Lulu walked out of the room barefoot, and the third floor was refreshed by her cleanliness.

Everything was so clean except for the wet floor.

Tealulu walks down the stairs and finds Teresa at the corner of the stairs rolling up her skirt and wiping the railing of the stairs.

"Have you been making it until now?"

Teresa's exposed calf was very slender, unlike her thinness, Teresa's whole body was slender but not skinny.

Theresa is a slim and slender body.

"Ah, yes. I'm done wiping this and going to rest. ”

Theresa twisted the rag, her expression calm, a little like the conversation she had had in the shade that day.

Like a quiet oil painting.

"You ......"

Hya Lulu stood at the corner of the stairs and hesitated for a moment

"It's always been like this...... I mean cold ......."

I don't know what happened, but Lulu watched Teresa wipe the railing for a while without making a sound.

"yes, it doesn't seem like it's easy to get along with."

Teresa tossed the rag into the bucket, which splashed.

"I'm a person who can speak directly if you have something to say, just tell me if you have anything, I'm afraid it's hard to get along if you don't say it."

Teresa sat on the stairs and looked out at the dimly lit living room.

In interpersonal communication, it's like dancing, you advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat.

"Nothing...... It's just that I think we had some misunderstandings before...... Thank you today. ”

Thank you for helping me punish that and humiliating person.

"Oh, that's what happened."

Teresa said, saying painful things and pretending to be inadvertent, a real asshole.

"Are your eyes alright?"

Teresa was only going to ask about the condition of Lulu's eyes a little bit, and she didn't plan to go into the topic.

It's just that she didn't expect to be questioned by Tya Lulu.

"Don't you wonder why my eyes are like this?"

Tya Lulu walked down the stairs and sat down side by side with Teresa.

"Everyone has something hard to say, and I never ask."

Theresa turned her head to look at Lulu Hya, who was holding her staff.

Lulu was almost transparent in the dim space, like an albino who had not seen the light of day for a long time.

"Let me tell you a secret, I hate Roman, I hate him so much that I want him dead."

As she spoke, her fingers clenched her staff.

"I see it."

Theresa nodded, Roman's name was crossed out, and someone who didn't hate him wouldn't do that.

"There are not a few people who want Roman to die, and there may be a number of people who can form a combat group."

The sound of insects outside the house made it seem very silent inside.

Teresa smiled and shook her head, Roman, who can make so many people hate, is not a capable person.

"I'll tell you another secret, my eyes weren't born like this."

The story of Lulu hidden in the dust in her heart, about violence, about a broken family.

"My father was an alcoholic and punched my mother when she was pregnant with me. So the mother gave birth prematurely......"

Lulu bit her pale lip hard as she spoke, the defects of her original family made her and gave birth to her.

"I ...... Born with a weak physique, my father not only did not reflect on himself, but also intensified his punching and kicking of my mother...... When I was begging my father to spare my mother, my eye was broken by the corner of the table......"

Nya Lulu's whole body couldn't help but tremble, and at that moment, her eyes were in sharp pain and blood-red.

Theresa didn't know why Tia Lulu would tell her such an important secret, but she knew she needed to say something.

Exchange secrets for secrets.

“…… My brother died when I was younger, right in front of my eyes. At that time, the third stage of the cold spot virus broke out, and when they died, the type 2 match had not yet been cultivated. ”

The hidden story of the story is that her parents also passed away one after another.

Because of the virus outbreak.

Teresa pinched her temples and said that she and her brother were both infected with the cold spot virus, but she was born with antibodies and her brother couldn't make it.

"How many types are there?"

Hearing the word "death" in such a big way, Lulu forgot to listen to the details of Teresa's later contents.

"Type two."

"Why ......" Lulu wanted to ask, but she stopped.

"Race against death, I won. My brother lost. ”

Theresa sighed.

"Every time I think about it, I find that my impression of my brother is getting more and more blurred, and I don't remember what he looked like."

Hya Lulu let go of a hand, her hand resting in the air and thinking for a moment.

Finally, he patted Teresa on the shoulder.

"I don't remember what my hometown was like, and erasing the memories that hurt me is a human instinct for self-preservation."

Hya Lulu said that people are always miserable.

In the process of comparing miserable, I found that others were worse than myself, and I didn't seem to be so sad.

When pain is shared, that's when pain is digested.

When I can say it, it means that I am not so hurt.

Teresa and Stya Lulu sat on the stairs, looking at the living room that had not yet been scrubbed.

Maybe she's not that bad?

……

"The goats are coming."

Frio grinded with the parchment scroll Shambhala had brought, and he reached up for Robelk to stop.

Shambhala's compliments were the most perfunctory he had ever seen.

Words are insincere, words do not reach the meaning.

"They sent Roman's qualification report?"

Robelk noticed the peculiar material of the letter, which was very long.

"They just came to politely tell me that they knew about Thunder Finger."

The secrets of the Buda family come to light, just ...... What Shambhala sees is just the tip of the iceberg.

"I thought Roman could get out of it all the way, like you."

The Buda family, a family of three sages, it should be said that one family of four sages will soon be able to be a family.

"I was also curious, so Shambhala sent over the parchment scroll of Roman's last opponent as well."

Flione picked up a scroll and gestured.

"It turned out to be a girl, and her name is still very classical, called Teresa."

Unfolding the scroll, her Theresa's parchment was obviously a lot shorter than Roman's, after all, she had only played one.

"Classical mechanics, do you think Liman would be interested in her?"

When Robelk saw the classical school of mechanics, he first thought of the Limandauntian family, which used the new school.

Their family names are too long, which makes the world more willing to call them by their reduced surnames.

"Of course, especially Liman's direct line is also studying in Sing Tao."

"After all, in recent years, there have been few girls born in the family, and there are simply not enough in the environment."

Frione rolls Teresa's scroll and along with Roman and motions for his cronies to return it the same way.

Originally, there were only eight or nine families, and in the end, it was inbreeding, which was not conducive to the cultivation of offspring.

So every few decades, there will be a peak of blending between the Ingle faction and the Demaine faction.

The Ingalls family will select Demaine disciples who will be conducive to the future development of the family and strengthen their own offspring qualifications.

It may be that Teresa is the object of contention for the Limandauntian family.

Female, classical mechanics, teacher of Li Sage, 0 prefix student.

"I thought you'd do it for Roman."

As soon as Robelk looked up, he saw someone pushing open the door and standing in the doorway.

"Theresa is from Sindari, and your family is from Sindari."

People from the west have the habit of smoking with a cigarette stick. Like Flion, like the goatee man with a cigarette stick in front of him.

"It's all right, President. I think Roman will die alone, so I have one less trouble. ”

Frieon made a gesture of please, and Barcelus was a man who came to the door for nothing.

Barcellus took a puff of his cigarette, he was the Lord of the West, the president of the Three-Legged Goat.

"Believe my prophecy. On the Star Island, the proudest rooster lowers his noble head, and the Moon Lake can survive. ”

Baseleus is good at predicting the future of others, but he can't predict his own.

"Maybe I'm the rooster."

It's just that Frieon doesn't believe in the opportunistic linguistic trap that Barcelus says.

"The proudest person has never been you, it's Roman."

Barcelus said, he said the most, that is the ultimate representation.

Life is like a nine-square grid, you can never directly know the number of the last card, only prediction.

Uncover that moment, life is transparent.