Not long after Beelzebub left, Sasha also came out of his room, bringing his pen, notebook, and workbook.

"I'm going to the library." Sasha said, "Shall we go together?"

"No," said Bepp, "I don't understand what you're saying. ”

Bep is a lover of books on Poseidon Island, for which he has been ridiculed by other children. Chegalle. Bisandi single-handedly chose him to come to Grande to study and run errands, also because he was the only child other than Sasha and Beelzebub who could pass the Grande entrance test, which he had worked hard since he arrived in Grande, and was now able to keep up with the regular class.

Yes...... In the regular class, not the "gifted class", he and Sasha went to the library once, only to find that they could only make sense of less than a tenth of it during their group discussion—and the Xu Qiu had already begun to study some of the content in the bridge course.

"How are you going to get dinner?" Bepp said, "Do you want me to bring you one?"

"Bring Beelzebub three portions of pure beef." Sasha said, "Bring me a tuna sandwich."

The students who were in the same group as Sasha met him in a cubicle on the first floor we were familiar with, they were all smart people, but they didn't rely on scholarships, and most importantly, their parents, who were either in conflict with the Douglas family, or the Carsons, or neither—they raised their hands happily at the sight of Jersey.

When Sasha and Beelzebub were still in their regular classes, the children did not show the slightest hint of wanting to get to know them even for a moment.

Grande has a primary school, and every child has been classmates since they were five or six years old, and they all know each other well and are familiar with each other. Bisandi and Hopkins, two strange, unknown savages who don't fit anywhere in Grande, but want to cut into their best class and probably steal one or two key positions—they're not interested in dealing with such guys—that's why at the beginning of ninth grade, Boa. Douglas was looking for two freshmen for no reason. But the vast majority of people remain neutral.

Neutral, not biased in favor of Douglas, or because they also hate Boa'er and ...... Those two men were indeed beautiful children.

The impression of Sasha and Beelzebub changed first of the teachers, then of the students—they were only older children, after all. Some people insisted until the end of the first semester of the tenth grade before reluctantly admitting that these two outsiders were not weaker or even stronger than themselves and their friends—once the barriers of time, place, and identity were broken, you would find that the grandeur of Grande was still very gentle.

Children who like sports are willing to have more contact with Beelzebub, and children who love reading and problem solving are the first to approach Sasha.

Today was the first day, and the group picked out a book of Dickinson's poems, took turns reading it, commented on each other, and after two hours of relaxation, they walked out of the library.

Bep was waiting outside for Sasha, and he had a small book with him. The children of Poseidon Island are quite short of reading.

"Are you going to see Lila?" Bep said he brought two sandwiches for Sasha, put together in a square, and his own macaroni with tomato meatballs, and they ate together on the lawn outside the library.

"What's wrong with her?" Sasha asked.

"Hey." "She's said to have been injured before you went to Orlosa—but now she seems to be fine," Bep said.

"I'll go see her." Sasha said.

Mrs. Carson had a big fight with her father, and Worf. Old Mr. Douglas's rich and filthy vocabulary was staggering, and Mrs. Carson could neither nor wish to speak ill of him, but her attitude was as hard and cold as a stone covered with iron, and she skipped the unpleasant, empty and boring adjectives. In response to every word the old gentleman said, every word by word to refute, she did not think that she and Cade. Carson's previous relationship was a mistake, and he didn't think he was a hopeless slut, let alone Cade. Carson is just an insatiable man of few words. Speculators full of intrigue.

"And what about Chiz?" Old Mr. Douglas shouted angrily, "Don't you want to think about Chitz?"

"Cade is her uncle!" Mrs. Carson shouted at her, "He loves Chitz too!"

"Thank God!" Old Mr. Douglas exclaimed indignantly, "His love is worth fifty million!" He waved his arms, his face flushed: "You know Chiz. Why was Carson kidnapped? She was supposed to return to the Western Continent early that morning, and what was holding her back was the sleazy and shameless thugs who sent a young drunken man to pay homage to this young girl who had not been deeply involved in the world. Sending her to hell with all his might! Threaten her, intimidate her, give her injections, let her watch her dad have his leg cut off and half of his head knocked off by a bullet - why, tell me, dear, why? Chiz is just a little girl, she's neither a cop nor a prosecutor, who made that shit get along with her?—— let me tell you......"

“…… I don't believe it! Mrs. Carson retorted coldly, "He didn't have to do that!"

"I haven't said that name yet," said old Mr. Douglas, who fell silent suddenly, in a bitter tone that could only be heard in the mouths of those who had never tasted honey and cane sugar, "of course he had to do this—he was going to blackmail me with my granddaughter, and if I didn't take out the money he had learned from John. Carson bought six percent of the shares, and he would notify the criminals and kill Chiz. Carson. ”

He closed his mouth and stared at his daughter with pity and contempt as a king looking down on a prostitute: "This is Cade. Carson, why didn't he threaten me with you? My dear daughter, don't imagine too good, not because he loves you - he knows that I have given up on you a long time ago, you are too stupid and stubborn, naïve like a transparent popsicle, cowardly like a spoonful of melted cream, fragile like a pack of halva, if it were you and John. Carson disappeared together, and I won't even have a son. ”

Wolf. When Douglas had said what he had to say—or rather, had stabbed his daughter in the heart, he took the coat, cane, and hat that the butler had given him, and strode out the door.

Mrs. Carson is really right about Cade. Is Carson ignorant of his actions? Even she herself would have laughed when she said this—she knew that her husband's disappearance and murder had nothing to do with his brother. Carson had also vaguely apologized to her — Chitz...... It was just an accident, she believed it, but what if what her father said was true? She's not as stupid as her father scolds, Cade. It was possible for Carson to do this—her father didn't like her, she had been frail and cowardly since she was a child, and her mind was full of ridiculous fantasies like colorful bubbles...... But he couldn't give birth to a second child.

Mr. Douglas despised the fools who donated large sums of money to charity to provide for the "idle lazy men", whom he considered to be hypocrites who were fame-seeking, and he was more reluctant to leave his fortune in the hands of the state or to a man of no kinship—Chizz was his last hope—Chitz was a bright and healthy child, and though he was a girl, he was willing to have such an heir, and perhaps he could see Chitz's son, and he could make the boy take the surname Douglas.

The sun was shining, and the swans were swimming on the turquoise lake, and Mrs. Carson sat with her head bowed, and no one dared to disturb her.

Standing in an unobtrusive corner, Chitz has a complete view of the whole war. Carson quietly went upstairs, her health had deteriorated since she left Orlosa, and it was partly to blame on the little white powder, and more on her mother.

When she returned to her room, the nurse who had been waiting there gave her a sedative - the doctor gave her a new medicine, and after ten minutes, the sedative took effect, and Chiz's heart rate suddenly dropped to only twenty beats per minute, and the nurse immediately gave her oxygen quickly and quietly, and she fell asleep in agony.

Chiz. When Carson woke up, the doctor was reading a book by her bedside, and Chiz tilted her head for a long time to recognize that it was a Sparks book of love, and she smiled, her nose with an oxygen tube in it making strange noises.

"Are you awake?" The doctor helped her remove the oxygen tube: "How do you feel, little princess?"

"Not bad," Chiz could only keep his smile from being too bitter and bleak, "The new medicine you recommended works well."

"The side effects are big and many," the doctor said, "but they do work wonders."

He was a merciful man, Chiz thought, and the doctor knew very well that she had danced with the white devil's face again, but he kept silent, and did not tell his mother, nor his grandfather, let alone anyone else, and it was very bad for him—Chiz. Carson quietly wrote an email, which was sent at regular intervals for a period of three months, and in three months, if something happened to her, the video email admitting that she had repeated the same mistakes should be able to save the doctor's reputation and license.

"I see you're looking at love."

"yes, isn't that weird?" The doctor said bitterly, "Doctors also need love."

"I don't think so," Chiz said with a weak smile, "I know you're a sentimental person."

"It sounds like a mockery," said the doctor, "and I am very faithful to my wife." He shows Chiz the ring on his ring finger.

"You miss her, don't you?"

"I really want to." The doctor honestly admitted.

"I also have someone I miss a lot," Chitz said softly, "...... A boy. ”

((One second to remember)