For the boys of Grande, the autumn of the year was particularly charming.

Miss Marcia, the swim coach who was as stout as the god of war, died, and it was certainly impossible for the swim team, which was the second of the Grande boarding school's powerful killers, to keep this position vacant for a long time. When the children returned to school after a long and exciting summer vacation, the new swim team coach appeared in front of them like a newborn flower.

Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but be considerate of these boys who are basically between fourteen and seventeen years old, and have a strong blood - not everyone looks like Bao'er. Douglas had a unique taste, after a long "ravage" by Miss Marcia (I'd rather have a real, male coach with a handle underneath - one boy so complained), and a blonde (as bright as the sun!). ), blue eyes (eyes that can be compared to the clear sky of autumn!) ), smooth skin (like honey!) How pleasing to the eye is a beautiful woman with full buttocks and breasts, slender waists and slender limbs. The boys were at once energized, and if it weren't for the male instinct and the reserve of being a Grande student, Catherine might have faced a situation that embarrassed her and frustrated the other teachers.

An eleventh grader keenly noticed that Catherine's gaze was scattering. Hopkins spends a lot more time on him than others: "It's Sasha. Hopkins, 10th grader. He took the initiative to introduce, and moved out of the way, motioning to the swim team members to let Sasha come forward: "He is very good at butterfly stroke, and his grades in other subjects are also very good, and his teachers and classmates like him very much." ”

"I'm glad to hear that." Catherine smiled kindly at the boy, "Hmm...... I'm his aunt. She said calmly.

Sasha, who was pushed to the front by the boys, smiled: "...... Yes...... Aunt. The mood swings around him immediately became gentle and gentle.

Apart from...... Boa. Douglas. When Sasha turned to look at him, he didn't withdraw his sharp gaze, his face pale...... To be precise, each time it became paler and paler, at the moment when Sasha saw him again. Hopkins Jr. was skeptical. His face would one day be as white as a dead man, like one sprinkled with marble powder.

Another newcomer to the boys' delight was a transfer student, 10th grade, and Sasha, as well as Beelzebub. Her hair was silky pure black with curly skin, thick eyelashes, dark brown eyes that were bright and moisturized, and she didn't rub lipstick on her mouth. With a clear bow-shaped line, the delicate lips of cherry flesh are wonderful—her body still has the slenderness that a girl must have, and her breasts are not full enough. But she was already able to see her curves, especially when she was wearing a swimsuit, which was said to have been a member of the swim team when she was in her last school. The good-quality but old-fashioned navy blue swimsuit of the Grande swim team has been transformed into a real work of art on her, with almost no pores on her face, arms and legs, delicate and with a nacre-like sheenness.

"Lila. The name is so fitting for her. The captain of the rugby team, a guy who was about twice the height and weight of the average person, said sweetly that it was almost love at first sight for Lila, even if they were to be reminiscent of Labradors and Chihuahuas if they stood together: "Brunette beauty." ”

Beelzebub laboriously removed his protective gear, soaked in sweat, and it was already October, because of the proximity to the river and the deep in the valley. The Grande boarding school is a little colder than the small town, with temperatures hovering around 44 degrees Fahrenheit since the school opened. But rugby players don't wear much (because of the need for agility), and coaches know how to get a guy hot in the shortest amount of time – spin on the spot, receive, swing, spin pass, shield spin, cross pass, run with the ball, kick, save, shoulder, feint...... Various offensive and defensive tactics...... Simulated battles – you can feel your blood boiling – but of course, it's just a metaphor, and the most they can feel is sweat. These days, Beelzebub feels like the sour, salty, and bitter liquid he's shedding can fill Grande's indoor pool. He would get very hungry and thirsty after every training session. It was as if the muscles, bones, oil, and internal organs of his body had been taken out of thin air, and he complained to Sasha, with a little panic, that Beelzebub was worried that he would inherit it from Chegall. The part of Bisandi would suddenly get out of hand, because he had sensed that the stinky players around him were "delicious".

Sasha to Anthony. Hopkins consulted on this issue.

Dr. Hopkins' advice was – no encouragement, but again, he didn't want Beelzebub to subconsciously construct a framework of 'this is not good' or 'can't do it', because it was dangerous, and "devouring" was Beelzebub's power, his weapon, and it could not be restricted—and in many cases, whether it was a war of the Anomalous or not, half a second, or even a quarter of a second, of hesitation would have extremely tragic consequences.

Chegalle. Bissandi told Beelzebub that he had also had this stage, and that it was for this reason that he had attracted the attention of the "Agency" - that his brother had not yet died, and that the previous "Don", his father, was still alive, and that he had gone to a branch in the Western Continent to run errands, and that he was seriously wounded and out of control on the way, and that he realized that he had emptied half of the highway when he was sober - the horrific images captured by the surveillance probe were intercepted and destroyed by the "Don" idea (in fact, a small part was still left); When he returned to Poseidon, his hunger and thirst grew stronger than it was - the previous "Don" was a tough, shrewd and bold man, but he also had the jealousy and fear of old age in his heart, and Chegalle's brother saw this as a good opportunity to get rid of the thorn in his side - Chegalle's previous performance had threatened them. His ability was alarmed, and it fought with him for control of his body, and it wanted to eat everything that threatened it—but it wasn't possible.

The result of this is known to all, Chegalle never wanted to mention this history, even when Meyare betrayed him - now he spread out everything about him in detail before Beelzebub's eyes: the ability is something close to instinct, like the heartbeat and breath, it cannot be covered and ignored, it is stored in your bone marrow and brain like blood in your veins, it is a willful and selfish bastard, impulsive and chaotic, many times it does not want to be controlled by reason, Especially when it feels oppressed or motivated, it will break free of your grasp and make a big fuss at any time and anywhere - is there a way to control it? Yes. How else did he convince his father, the previous "Don", that the "devil" had been driven out?

The first year was the most painful, he was imprisoned in a deserted well, and the priest visited him every day, reciting scriptures to him, giving him a piece of bread no bigger than a fist and half a bottle of wine, and letting him see the sun. Before he died, he was finally brought up, his eyes were almost blind, his skin was covered with bones, and his brother happily poked him with a dagger with his father's permission, blood flowed out, and the sun was shining.

"You hold back." Beelzebub said.

"I beat it." Chegalle said on the other end of the phone, his voice very similar to the thunder in the distance: "No one can help you but yourself, you conquer it, it is yours; Otherwise, you'll have to die. ”

Sasha tried to give him some help in addition to spiritual encouragement, and he managed to get the coach of the football team and the Grande Students' Union to make a suggestion to the school authorities - add a room to the existing football team's lounge and locker room for a variety of drinks and simple but abundant food, so that players who had been running around the field for hours would not have to run back to the dormitory at the far end of the field just to have a good drink, and sometimes even breakfast, lunch and dinner could be solved in there. It's at least half an hour to walk from the rugby pitch to the auditorium, which is the dining hall for dinner, and an hour back and forth, which is perfectly used for rest or some basic training.

The university responded within two working days — three weeks later there was a high-profile intercollegiate tournament, and the last time Grande was excluded from the Final Four, a section of the board of directors was clearly "very disappointed."

Beelzebub finally shed all his burdens, and suddenly broke away from the heavy carapace, he couldn't help but shiver, it was getting colder and colder these days—hoping that the cold wind on the field with moisture would make the captain's head sober up a little.

That little brunette is here to sprinkle sand. Hopkins came, Catherine and Beelzebub's progress made their eyes red, Lila was the second piece they thrown, her abilities were interesting, and there was a lot of room for both enhancement and expansion, and there were plenty of directions.

Lila, Sasha said, the name comes from the Arabic word and has two meanings, one is a beautiful woman with black hair, and the other comes from darkness. Few people will notice the latter point. Lila did very well in school, excelled in grades, was as good at butterfly as Sasha, and had a few strengths that girls today had—she was good at cooking.

Members and coaches of the rugby and swim teams have tried her mince pie and fruit and vegetable salad.

Beelzebub rinsed so-so, changed into clean and warm clothes, and walked to the next room, thinking he was fast enough, but in fact it had become very lively. The main attraction is a stainless steel plate the size of an ordinary round table, filled with steaming, shiny roast chicken and potatoes, with sliced lemons, roasted tomatoes and finely crumbled cheese on the rim, surrounded by mountains of chocolate cupcakes.

"If I could tell who made all of this happen," one of the team members said vaguely, walking behind Beelzebub, "I'd stick his picture on the bedside and kiss him three times a day." ”

"Nothing could be more correct." Beelzebub said sincerely.

(To be continued)