"Please make sure there are no other invitations this weekend, thank you very much - please delete after reading."

When he received the email invitation, Sasha was not surprised, after all, Mr. Lohr had already reminded him, but the email? Legend has it that all the second-graders gather in a small square off the beaten track, dressed in black robes, and then someone will come and order a student to go back to his dormitory, and on the latter's way, he will receive an invitation: "Lions, accept or reject?" "Very few people refuse.

Insiders will scoff at this argument because Lions have never been an open student club, and their membership is kept secret — some may guess or point it out, but they will never answer the question head-on.

Sasha deleted the letter from Brian. DuPont's email, today is Thursday, and he only has one day to prepare.

Beelzebub sat on his bed reading a book, the orange-yellow light on his face, the outline of the Poseidon Islander's face became more three-dimensional with the passage of time, he had two hard masseter muscles, a rocky forehead and a square chin, and a blue-black stubble that covered the lower half of his face with a shadow - Chegalle. Bissandi's "accident" has turned their expectations almost upside down, and neither academics nor rugby is Beelzebub. Bissandi needed to care about something - Sasha didn't know why Beelzebub insisted on finishing the two years, but he was grateful to his friend for giving him time, and in those two years, their relationship needed to change, and the end of the change was something that Sasha couldn't guess.

"Chirp."

Beelzebub glanced at the critter hidden in the blanket. God knows Anthony. Hopkins was able to weave it in his busy schedule (with his own hands, it's horrible!). A tube-shaped caterpillar velvet with a hat attached to it that has a clasp that connects to the neck, and if anyone occasionally glimpses this guy through the window, they will only use it as a specially shaped cushion - the velvet thread is soft, but the average baby will definitely find it itchy. But our wearers don't seem to care about this at all. It only cares about eating, excreting, and sprinkling sand. Although it has no limbs, it moves quickly and lightly, and one does not pay attention. It will be able to climb up to Sasha's legs, rub his cheeks against Sasha's belly and chest, and if Sasha will not allow it, it will roll at his feet. Circle one of his feet and chirp softly like a coquettish. It also constantly tries to please Sasha, in the form of sharing, such as the jar of cranberry juice (which Sasha fed the next day), and the little monster takes the last sip of juice and then looks for an opportunity to apply it to Sasha's face no less than ten times (as a result, it gets spanked again). It was also coated with milk, egg yolks, and baby food—it seemed to love him, Beelzebub didn't know if it was because of Chizz, Catherine's education about it, or Sasha's willingness to keep it alive.

Oh. Or there's feeding, bathing, and walking. When he has free time, Sasha will carry it in his bag to the rose forest, and sometimes he will take it up the tree to bask in the moon at two or three o'clock at night.

"I'm not going back to my dorm tomorrow night."

Beelzebub made a gesture, the shadow of his finger cast on the wall like a lion, and Sasha nodded, "How long?" ”

"It could take all night." Sasha said that the new dorm will be a little bigger than the first-year dorm, which means that there are two sets of tables and chairs between the two beds, but it is still easy to get upset if things are too cluttered.

"Need me to take care of ......"

"I'm going to call him Calvin."

Beelzebub had to think about it to understand the meaning of the name, which means bald in Latin: "It seems a little unfair," he said hypocritically, "it doesn't have to be so bald forever." ”

***

Sasha threw the little guy who had just been named Bald to Beelzebub, in fact Beelzebub didn't have much to do, Calvin had an animal-like instinct, and when he faced Beelzebub alone, especially when he knew that the spiritual barrier that Sasha had set up for Beelzebub could completely resist his "command", it was obedient like a small pillow filled with cotton in a real skin.

Late at night, Hopkins left the dormitory and walked through most of the college according to the latest text message, the weather was very warm today, the air was fresh, and the surroundings were silent, only the sound of the wind passing through the leaves and grass, and the moonlight illuminated the part that the street lamps could not take care of.

The Lions Clubhouse is located in the westernmost part of the Manchester campus, buried in an ancient garden, surrounded by a one-man fence of holly and roses, with a magnetic card sensor door at the entrance, and the entry card was brought to Sasha by Brian DuPont, indicating that he is the introduction and guide of Hopkins, and also bears the obligations and rights of a guarantor, and he stands in front of the three-story gray and black granite building to welcome this year's new members, in addition to Sasha, there are three other people.

As the three newcomers stood with Sasha, the Adept's keen nose picked out the scent of three distinct (the only thing in common was probably the pricey) body wash and shampoo, and the roots of one of their hair were still a little wet.

Brian. DuPont was dressed in a formal, silver-gray three-piece suit with a velvet mask of the same color, which did not hide much of a symbolic meaning than a concealment of his true identity, and he and another man blindfolded the four newlyweds, a scarf of black silk with small gold embroidery on one end of a diamond-shaped horn.

"Come with us."

Brian reached out and grabbed Sasha's arm and led him forward, the corridor was not carpeted, the stone floor was cold and hard, and there were two more footsteps, presumably the other three newcomers were treated the same.

There was a wind coming in their faces, but not natural, the temperature was lower than in the hallway, and they reached an open room, and the sound of breathing became dense.

The newcomers are pushed together.

"Take off your clothes," said a young man's voice, "and don't have a single one left." ”

Sasha. Hopkins has been removed from Anthony. Hopkins had received some reliable information, so he was not at all surprised or nervous, the boys on the island had long been accustomed to letting the sun tan themselves evenly, the slightest olive brown, they were not in the habit of wearing a pair of panties all the time, and if you insisted on wearing something, you would be ridiculed as a sissy - he quickly took off his clothes, shirt, trousers and underwear, and shoes, no socks, but without a little time, he was the first to be taken to the source of the cold.

A cup against his lips contained hot ouzo, which he drank without being urged to do so.

The stone manger was filled with ice water and ice cubes, and the new entrant was mercilessly pushed down by a dozen pairs of hands, who made sure to submerge him completely. The black silk blindfold pressed against his eyes.

The ice cubes collided with each other, rubbing Sasha's face, neck, chest and legs, the hands pressed on his chest should have belonged to Mr. Lore's, he had eight slender fingers, but the little finger was the same as a normal person, so it looked like it was shorter, and this point was discovered by Sasha as soon as he was seen, he was the main controller, and the fingers never left the skin of the new member.

He leaned over and said in a hurried voice, "Tell me about your sexual experience, for the first time." ”

The person holding Sasha's forehead let go slightly, allowing him to lift his head.

"Nope." The beautiful couple said calmly, as if he had not been pressed naked in the cold water: "I have no sexual experience, men, women, elders, children, people, animals, none of them. ”

The man who held him down was a little overwhelmed for a moment, a twenty-year-old boy, beautiful like Apollo, but he told them that he was a saint who swore chastity.

"Is it credible?"

"Credible." Brian said, "I'm the guarantor. ”

All hands left in a matter of seconds, and Mr. Lohr helped Sasha to his feet.

Someone wrapped him in a huge woolen blanket, very soft, and then he was allowed to put on clothes, not his own, but something else prepared by the Lions. The soaked blindfold was removed and replaced with a new one.

"The last step," said the person who previously issued the first order, "eat it." ”

It was an unusually fresh piece of meat, unprocessed and cooked, with a strong smell of blood.

Very few people can tell the type of meat by their teeth and tongue alone while blindfolded, but it is not a difficult task for Sasha, it is beef, dense with fat, without tendons, about half a pound, uncut, without a good tooth and a good appetite, it is not easy to deal with it.

At least the newcomers were a little difficult except for Sasha, and after Sasha completed the final test, Brian grabbed his arm a second time and took him to another room.

The room was much warmer, the new joinees' blindfolds were taken down, and the people in the room had their masks removed.

"Welcome," Brian. DuPont said mildly, "Our little lion." ”

"Another fennel bar." Mr. Lohr said with a smile on his face.

***

When Sasha returned to his room, it was the darkest time before dawn.

The light was on in the room, and Beelzebub and Calvin were both awake, but one was in bed and the other was under it, and as soon as Sasha closed the door, the little bald man sprang up and wrapped himself around his ankle.

"How?" Beelzebub asked curiously.

"A cold shower, a suit of clothes, a modest supper, a check for five thousand dollars," Sasha said, "and a dagger." ”

Beelzebub was more interested in the dagger, which was an extremely practical short weapon, with a blade, a patterned sword, an ivory handle, and a walnut-colored calfskin sheath with a dark brown aphorism on it, from the Bible: "Judas was a little lion. My son, you grab food and go up; You bend down and lie down like a lion, squatting like a lioness, who dares to provoke you? ”

(To be continued) (To be continued)

ps: To my readers: The Year of the Goat has not yet arrived, and the auspicious sheep knocks on the door, and you are auspicious; Two bleats, you are happy; Three bleats, you are happy; Four bleats, you are safe; Five bleats, you are healthy; Six bleats, you're developed! I wish you a prosperous Year of the Goat!