Marcia pushed Bo'er away at once, and with all her strength she pushed the boy far away, and threw herself to the ground in embarrassment, grazing the skin on her elbow—which she felt nothing—and the boy floated on the water, silent, and watched as the woman, who was almost three times her age, wiped her lips again and again with the back of her hand and fingers in panic like a little girl who first realized the difference between men and women.

“…… What exactly do you ...... What are you thinking? Marcia tried to calm down, it was hard, her lips trembled, her shoulders stiffened like rocks, the sticky feeling left by Boa's tongue still lingered in her mouth, the residual saliva smelled of milk, she resisted the nausea and aftertasted, "You drank?!" She drank a little white wine at dinner and a glass of champagne after the meal, neither of which in any way produced the aftertaste that should be found only in single malts. Like tobacco, like peat.

Rich spices and cream, chocolate, combined with whiskey and craft spirits, should be a Baileys with an alcohol content of about 17 percent.

There were no cigarettes or alcohol in the shops and vending machines in Grandrie, but it was an open secret that the seniors could manage to get all sorts of contraband from the outside, and as long as you didn't make a big deal, the teachers and administrators would turn a blind eye. If you want to apply to a prestigious university in the hope of getting a decent job in the future, you must immediately wake up from a leisurely dream that you have been doing for more than a decade and obediently put on your own GPA (high school grade point average), SAT1 (college test score), SAT2 (college test score) and AP (college preparation test score) The four nooses will automatically tighten. Hold your hands and never let go – the resulting stress can leave children in a maze of headaches, fatigue, ulcers, stomach confusion and insomnia, and even more serious neurological disorders, rapid heart rates and cardiovascular disease.

Drugs, alcohol and cigarettes are always used to relieve stress during exams, and it's becoming an unspeakable tradition – and some students do the same before and after competitions.

Miss Marcia felt that she had found the reason, and her heart calmed at once.

Bo'er swam back, he had just been pushed away by Marcia, and his whole body sank briefly into the water under the action of an external force, his face was full of crystal clear water marks, in the moonlight. He resembles an ivory dancing puppet in a silver music box inlaid with countless jewels.

"I thought you liked me," he said softly. Sadly, he said, "I thought ...... In your heart, Marcia, I am different. He looked up and stared at Marcia, "I like you, Marcia. I love you. ”

For a moment, neither of them made a sound, and the only sound in the swimming pool was the whining of the wind through the cracks and the sound of the water lapping against the pool walls.

“…… I also...... I like you," said Marcia after a long time, "you are a beautiful and talented child. I look at you and often think, if I have children. It must be like you. She said, "I'm glad you like me—but you're still a little confused, and you don't know what you're doing—don't interrupt me, now I'm in my head, and you're drinking...... Or do you just want to tease me? (Boa immediately shakes her head). Or do you think I'm someone else? (shakes her head faster) ......" Marcia paused, and Boa waited, "I believe in you." Bao'er," she said slowly, in that soft voice that was unimaginable to her, ignoring the boy's eyes full of pleading and hope, "you're not really a bad boy...... So, Boa (she swallowed) I'll forget about it, completely, completely. You haven't been here, you haven't seen me, nothing can happen - that's all. ”

***

"I hate exams," said Beelzebub, "and if its existence is inevitable, then who can come and tell me why it has to be scored day by day, I feel like I have been cut in pieces." ”

"Repeatedly complaining about what has happened will make you feel like a nagging old woman," Sasha said from the bathroom, wearing clean underwear and shirts, linen trousers, and wiping her wet hair with a large jewel-colored bath towel. He dropped his towel and looked at the mirror hanging by the wall, he hadn't had time to cut his hair for two weeks, his bangs were so long that he covered his eyes, he took out a thin hairpin of coral red and oyster white from the sandwich pocket of his bag, pushed the bangs back with his hand, and used the hairpin to hold them in place.

"How do you have this?!"

"Souvenirs from visiting the club," Sasha said, "do you remember what I said to you before the exam?" Our new community? Uh-huh? ”

"Remember," Beelzebub said listlessly, "even during the exams, I was wondering where to find another four or five hours to get out - I might be able to sleep during the crash training, and I didn't have to look too closely at that time anyway." He grabbed the hem of his shirt and took it off his head like a vest, and walked into the bathroom, where the faucet above the tub was buzzing and steaming—Beelzebub had tried, it was his favorite temperature—slightly high, burning from his skin all the way to the entrails and bones—he straightened up, and for a minute or two, forgetting what he was going to do next, he went around the bathroom in a half-circle, unscrewed the lid of the gel, and squeezed out the translucent cream inside, Rubbing his entire chest—he couldn't help but curse in a low voice when he found out, jumped on one foot and took off the rest of his clothes, and hurried into the bathtub.

As soon as the water reached his knees, the walls of the tank were white, and his dark brown limbs seemed to be painted on them, and Beelzebub hung his head, and poured hot water on his face with his hands, and he finally sobered up a little.

"You just said visiting the club?" While waiting for the hot water to flood itself, Beelzebub asked in a loud voice, "How is it?" ”

"Not bad." Sasha also raised his voice in reply, and next to the floor-to-ceiling window leading to the small balcony was Beelzebub carrying a comfortable couch-like chaise longue, lined with a thick latex sponge, covered in whole calfskin, dark brown with a faint smell of leather—on which Beelzebub would have scrambled to sleep for a while during the very short break that might have occurred between training and tutoring, and now it belonged to Sasha. Hopkins owned.

There was a loud sound of water and muffled shouting in the bathroom, but fortunately the Hopkins had good hearing, "I thought so too, but Beelzebub," he said, "I don't think you'd fit into this society—its full name is 'Drama, Props, and Makeup.'" ”

Sasha listened attentively, there was a loud splash in the bathroom, something fell on the floor tiles, the sound was crisp, it should not be a human body...... No, little Hopkins shrugged his shoulders - the floor-to-ceiling windows were open, the scent of gardenias poured into the room with the heavy evening breeze, and Sasha took out a thin blanket from the room - he was more suitable for this chaise longue than Beelzebub, he was just the right height to have to hang on two feet like Beelzebub. He pulled up the blanket down to his chest, then crossed his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes, and slept comfortably — in the same position as his father, who was accustomed to psychiatric hospitals and prison cots.

While Hopkins was wandering between light and deep sleep, the door to the room was opened, and a third person with the key to the room walked in.

Avery caught a glimpse of Sasha sleeping by the floor-to-ceiling window, and he hesitated to wake Hopkins - his courage took a long time to build up, but it was surprisingly fast to consume.

The unbearable guilt and shame had tormented this ordinary boy for a long time, he didn't sleep well, he had a poor appetite, he was dazed all day, and his coach had reprimanded him many times - for those mistakes that should not have been made, his test results, as you can imagine, he knew that he must be a mess without waiting for the results to come out...... He thought about it for a long time, but he decided to apologize to Beelzebub and Sasha, and besides, there was a statement that he didn't mean to, at least, he didn't know what the old players were doing in private, he didn't know that they would switch the location of the prank, and the place where it was so dangerous...... He didn't know anything, thinking that it was just a harmless joke, a little training that every new player had to accept, a good opportunity to show courage and daring, endurance.

Beelzebub. Bissandi and Sasha. Hopkins didn't say anything, just punched him, a heavy punch, he lost a tooth, his face was swollen like a football ball in his mouth - they didn't bother Avery again, they didn't care......

They turned him away.

Thinking of this, Avery couldn't tell how uncomfortable it was.

He stood in front of Hopkins, only to find himself speechless—the ready, self-sensitive, emotionally charged words were as pale and fragile as a piece of paper in the face of facts.

"You don't have to say anything," Sasha said suddenly, his eyes still closed, and Avery shuddered, "whatever it is, we are not interested in hearing it—Avery and Beelzebub and I are cowardly men, very cowardly, and where we have been wounded, we will go far away and never pass by again—now I have only one request." ”

"Sand ......"

"Go away, you're holding out the wind."

(To be continued)

PS: Thank you for the replies from a handful of electric adults!

Thank you for the reward from Corrosive Heart!