"I never knew that the snail was dying of extinction......," Beelzebub muttered, grabbing a snail that was still blue-gray and placing it in front of Richard.

Richard has been coloring snails these days, and he's also brought a whole bunch of people who are good or not good at drawing, and Manchester is full of colorful soft creatures.

"Not yet...... No, not really," said Richard kindly, "as long as it rains, they ...... will be ...... by the thousands Out appear on walls, leaves and ground, they ...... Not rare, and in large quantities, but you can't because of them...... It's too ordinary and overflowing to think that such a life is not worth cherishing - there are many human beings, most of them are ordinary people, and as a member of them, I would also like to ...... Someone willing to come and paint my shell. ”

Beelzebub noticed that Richard was talking about the snail using a human rather than an animal, hoping that this was not an extreme animal protectionist, especially if there was a non-vegetarian next to him and next door.

"The problem is that humanity has no enemies." Beelzebub said that he went to pinch a snail with a large shark on its back and dipped two fingers in the oil paint: "Do you think there will really be aliens attacking Earth?" “

Richard's mouth was so grinning that for a moment Beelzebub thought he would laugh out loud: "Oh," he said, "the enemy of mankind—there will be nothing but mankind." Then he put down the snail that had been painted as a multicolored candy ball and began to pack up his utensils.

"Hopkins wasn't with you?"

"There are some lessons that he doesn't like me," Beelzebub said, gesturing his foot to make way for Richard so that he wouldn't step on the slow-moving snails, "What about you?" ”

"I ...... Going. ”

"Oh." Beelzebub understood: "If possible." He said regretfully, "I want to take this class too." Is it the history of the evolution of art? ”

"No," said Richard, "how to make yourself happy." ”

"So you're here to dress the snails?"

"Warning - the Chinese have a good saying, save a life, win the seventh-level floating slaughter - floating slaughter is the meaning of pagoda, it is said to ward off evil. Bringing light...... While most people don't think that a little thing like a snail is worth comparing to themselves, I think what I'm doing can at least build a small mound. ”

He looked at Beelzebub, his small eyes shining, as if waiting for his answer, but a rough roar interrupted their conversation.

It was about a dozen steps away from them. A senior boy with a beard was angrily confronting two girls, and Beelzebub stared at their faces and realized that they were not people he knew.

Beelzebub's excellent eyesight quickly caught the cause of their quarrel—a colorful snail had been trampled to pieces, and shiny orange-yellow shards mingled with transparent slime in the cracks of the gray bricks, and they listened for a moment. The facts of the case were simple, the bearded boy insisted that he didn't see it - he was holding a lot of books and was tall; And the two girls with oil paint on their faces and hair insisted that he did it on purpose, because he had laughed at such frivolous behavior more than once.

The two girls, who were probably second- or third-graders, were no longer so menacing when they noticed that Beelzebub was also watching them—not every girl had the courage and courage to transform into a fierce and furious lioness in front of the person she liked, except for Chiz, who remembered the first meeting before. Impressive indeed.

Since one side has died down, there is no need for the other side to hold on, and he is still an older man. The snail's perpetrator pursed his lips and angrily walked away with the book in his arms.

"Thank you." One of the girls said.

"I didn't help much." Beelzebub said.

"Just stand there." The second girl said that she tried her best not to laugh too stupidly.

Beelzebub and Sasha's Manchester careers are still quarterly, but they are already well known to many, joining the drama club and the extreme sports group in addition to rugby and swimming. Hopkins was already DuPont's right-hand man, and almost every freshman knew him. Manchester's rugby team has always been one of the most intriguing – many students bring books to the sidelines to encourage them when they train – and they easily find Beelzebub among the new recruits. Bisandi. This olive-skinned, dark-haired, eye-eyed boy was strong, fast, quick-witted, and tolerant and calm—the last thing was the most important thing.

Almost all of the new members of the rugby team were admitted to Manchester because of their skills, and they were arguably the best of the rugby team in secondary school, including quarterbacks and all-running forwards, all of whom were top-notch, and some of them were a few inches wider and taller than Beelzebub on both the chest and the top of their heads - even among adults, they were formidable bears, and of course they weren't the kind of people who could and would spend most of their minds on their studies - as we described before. The average person's brain and body are limited, and when the body is tired, the brain will become sluggish, let alone a person who trains more than four hours a day on the rugby field, where do you let him take time out to read a book? And their schools don't pay much attention to their academics – Manchester doesn't admit them because one of them might be a biologist or a historian.

Their results can only be described as unsatisfactory, and there are many arrogant fools, and the nerves are as difficult to control as a detonator with a safety bolt drawn, as the coaches in Manchester are used to, and every new player is like this, and the heavy training and constant blows (from the veteran players and coaches) will make them smooth - but also because of this, Beelzebub, who has always maintained a steady state (both physically and emotionally) in a gloomy and irascible group of newcomers. It's also normal to be more easily spotted and pampered than mulberry.

Someone came to provoke him, Beelzebub smashed him from one end of the locker room to the other with a single fist, and made sure that he was okay except for minor contusions and severe pain - just like the rape attempt taught by Hopkins, they were systematically trained to master that "degree".

From that day on, Beelzebub. Bisandi has become the hidden leader of the new players, and the coach is happy to see it.

In the second month of Manchester, Beelzebub and Sasha participated in the play "Everyone", which depicts the "Grim Reaper" calling "everyone" by God's command, and "everyone" asks for help from his former friends "beauty", "friendship", "love", "honor", "knowledge", "wealth", "power", etc., but just like real life, Nothing can delay the summoners, and one by one they are gone, leaving only "good works" that cannot go against God's will, but which can save and warm the soul of "all".

People thought that Beelzebub and Sasha would play "power" and "beauty", or "honor" and "love", respectively, but in the end, Beelzebub was "love" and Sasha was "good deeds".

The screenwriter and director of the moral drama believe that "good deeds" are the most beautiful, as for love, what they need is not a loyal martyr-like love, but a prodigal game*, otherwise love accompanies everyone to the end, what should good deeds do?

The play was a great success, and Beelzebub was also successful, although the "good deeds" were beautiful, but the dignified face, elegant manners, draped in white robes, blonde hair, and angelic "good deeds" could only be watched in awe, compared to the debaucherous "love" that was much more fascinating and desirable - someone commented on the show on Facebook and said bluntly: "If this is love, then I don't need to live my life, just give me one night." ”

For this, Beelzebub was given a new nickname by his roommate Quinta called "One Night", which Sasha sometimes used to make fun of him.

As a Bissandi, Beelzebub certainly doesn't care about this, the men of Poseidon Island are family-oriented, but never mind spending a short period of time with a woman, but Manchester is not Grande, he needs more contact with not women but men.

That sounds a bit ambiguous, doesn't it? But that's what he's supposed to do.

He is the tentacle of "Masoye" infiltrating the upper class, not the first, but his father and the people of Poseidon Island hope that he can be the first to succeed.

However, when it comes to women, Beelzebub cannot help but worry about his friends and brothers, and in this regard he always rejects the words and scatters. What kind of women did Hopkins meet—look, his aunt, paranoid; Lila, formerly a mad dog, is now a multiple personality; Chitz, the drug addict, and he killed her father, and then Hopkins didn't do anything good — especially for the little girl.

A few minutes later, he saw Sasha and Chiz.

They walked side by side, with a calm expression and a warm attitude, looking like a match made in heaven.

"You think they're ...... In the ...... Together? ”

Beelzebub glanced at Richard, and the guy seemed to stutter when he was nervous: "No." ”

"They...... Recent...... ...... all the time"

"No, it won't." Beelzebub said with certainty.

Sasha. Hopkins would marry a Poseidon woman in the future, his wife's sister, or sister — and even if he didn't, he wouldn't choose Chitz. Carson, if not for anything else, but for Beezibbisangdi. Killed her father, John. Carson, he wouldn't be with a woman who might be Beelzebub's enemy.

(To be continued)

For the next four days, there will be a double shift every day to make up for the previous ...... I'm sorry, I was pressed with several jobs a few days ago, and I want to come up and ask for leave, but I don't know when it will be finished. (To be continued)