St. Thomas' Church Primary School celebrates the school day on May 31 every year, the day before the summer holidays. On that day, all parents are invited, and students are expected to arrive early in the morning and get busy with the guidance and help of teachers...... In addition to recitation, music, singing, sign language to static calligraphy, cooking, embroidery, sewing and other labor arts and crafts display and competition, St. Thomas Church Primary School also has a traditional program that has lasted for more than 70 years - Ascension Day is on the Thursday of the 40th day after Easter, although the date is not fixed every year, but St. Thomas Church Primary School always stages related religious dramas on the morning of school day, and some children who perform better on weekdays are selected to play Jesus, his disciples and related people, etc., Teachers, parents and other children sat in the audience and chanted hymns, and the parish priest extinguished the Easter candle lit by the Bible reading platform to symbolize Jesus' death and ascension.

Parents and students were greeted by a rich and delicious meal after Jesus, with a 30-foot-long and 12-foot-wide strawberry cake with enough space for 580 adults and 300 children to share. Parents and children dispersed in the sweet atmosphere, with some parents dancing happily to the background music ("The Birth of God" by the organ), and children from six to eleven years old running out to the lawn and woods with cakes, drinks and snacks.

The dark-haired, gray-blue-eyed Stryff stood in the hallway for a moment, looking for Sasha. Striff, but he couldn't find it, and he waited patiently for a while, then turned around and went back to the classroom in the fourth class of the third grade.

Mr. Humbert's desk and chair combination with small screens has been removed and replaced by a silver-grey collection to suit the preferences of the new director—the dark wood known as the "silver mink" with black cowhide inlaid in the middle, the center of the table, the front of the drawers, the cushions, backrests and armrests of the chairs, each of the small handles of chrome-plated stainless steel shiny and shiny...... Dr. Hopkins looked down, and he carefully examined a large drawer on the ground floor, twice the size of the average drawer, which was closed like the others, and it was the little handle that struck the keen nerve—its shiny surface was stained with fingerprints. The man, whom his psychiatric colleagues called "the devil", bent down on one knee, and now he could see more clearly, the fingerprints were so clear that he could almost distinguish "Luo" and "Xuan", and Hopkins held out his hand and compared it, making sure that the owner of the fingerprints would not be more than 10 years old.

"Can I excuse me?" A voice behind him asked stiffly, "Mr. Striff?" ”

Hopkins straightened up and turned around.

Mrs. Borough stood at the door of the classroom, her face very bad, her eyes full of suspicion and anger, and she looked at Hopkins like an awl stained with contempt—if she could, she might have made a hole in this very attractive man to see what was really dirty in it: "Do us a favor, all right, and stand there without moving," she said as she strode in, "and stand there, and don't move anything." ”

Mr. Humbert followed closely behind Mrs. Borough, and he didn't look at Striff, his eyes only wandering around his desk. He was followed by two teachers, a man and a woman, the male of whom greeted Streiff rather awkwardly, while the woman looked bored—not to people, but to things, and it was obvious that she did not want to be involved, but had to cooperate—that Madame Borough had absolute authority in the school, and that Mr. Humbert was the head there.

"Pull open the drawer," said Mrs. Borow, "all of them." ”

Dr. Hopkins complied, and instead of touching the handles, he opened them one by one with his fingers on the lower edge of the drawers, which were basically filled with papers, notebooks, and books for preparing for classes, with few personal belongings, neatly arranged, and clear at a glance.

"And the boxes." Mrs. Borough said Dr. Hopkins noticed that her tone was beginning to soften, with a slight hesitation and unsteadiness in it.

He opened the box, wrapped in black calfskin, silver angled file box with a secret lock, containing the children's report cards and exam papers, and Mrs. Borough stepped forward and pulled out one or two from it to look through.

"You're doing a good job." Mrs. Borough said that her shoulders, which had been tense since she had entered, had completely relaxed.

"Can I know what's going on?" Dr. Hopkins asked.

Mrs. Borough pressed her index finger against her temple, "I'm sorry......"

"Wait a minute," Humbert interrupted abruptly, "if you may, Mr. Steve, and the clothes......"

"Mr. Humbert!" Mrs. Borough whispered in disapproval.

"Please," Humbert deaf a deaf ear, "coat pockets, and trouser pockets." ”

"I thought humiliating punishment had been outlawed by Robespierre as early as 1784." Dr. Hopkins said in the familiar, polite, hissing voice that we are familiar with: "Well, at least, one reason." ”

Mrs. Borow's face was a little worse than before she entered the classroom, and she moved her feet uneasily, her heels rustling on the floor of the classroom: "We have received a complaint — sorry that I can't tell you who made the complaint — that after the religious play, a little girl found that her panties had been stolen while changing her costume. ”

"She said she saw you."

***

On the silent path, Dolores followed closely behind Sasha, the little girl's face flushed, and she tried to grab Sasha's arm, but she was always deftly dodged by the little boy who was a head shorter than her.

"Give it back to me," she said as low as she could, "that's mine, mine...... Trousers. ”

"I know," replied the little boy grimly, "I watched you stuff it into my father's desk drawer." ”

"I'm sorry," Dolores began to pant as she hurried to run two steps, this time Sasha made her grab herself, "God, it's just a joke!" She screamed quietly.

Sasha looked at her, the little girl's skin and hair were still wet, today's religious drama is "Jesus Walking on Water", unexpectedly, Dolores, who is not very likable lately, has the honor of playing Peter, one of the twelve apostles, and there is a part where she must really jump into the water - of course all the clothes soaked by the water need to be changed, and after changing the clothes, she has to rush back to the others to take the curtain call, So instead of putting the wet clothes (including panties) back into the storage bin, they were casually thrown on the platform where the portraits were placed, and at that time, almost everyone was waiting on the lawn for the end of the final act, except for Mr. Steiff, who was ordered to inspect the preparation of the food in the dining room, which was probably a joke.

The consequences are too bad. Sasha thought, other considerations aside, just Anthony. The fact that Mr. Hopkins was plotted by a little girl under 10 years old, less than five feet tall, and with an IQ of less than 90 would have made many people cry.

Sasha didn't know if his father was aware of it, he just accidentally caught a glimpse of Dolores walking out of the classroom, and when she left, he immediately went inside, and easily found the girl's panties that deliberately showed a small edge outside the drawer, Sasha crumpled the cotton fabric and stuffed it into his pocket, and then found Dolores who was sitting alone in Mr. Humbert's office.

The little girl squirmed, and the look in Sasha's eyes made her very uncomfortable: "Give it back," she said, "or I'll go tell Madame Boro!" ”

Sasha didn't take the threat to heart, and the same thing happened to a seven-year-old boy and a thirty-seven-year-old adult man (on his ID card) – the reaction was worlds apart, the former only made them laugh, and the latter was an unforgivable sin.

"If you are going to meet Madame Borow," said Sasha, "I may go with you, and I think she may be willing to know your little joke?" ”

The girl visibly cringed.

"Tell me, why?" Sasha pulled out the strawberry and bear underwear and unfolded it in front of the girl's eyes, "It's not a joke, Dolores," and his voice was calm and steady, as if reading the Bible: "You know the consequences. ”

Dolores pursed her lips, Sasha didn't urge her, he hung the little pants from a branch, not far from Dolores, but there was something about the golden-brown boy that scared the girl, the sun was warm, but she felt colder and colder.

“…… It's a revenge. It took a few more minutes for Dolores to murmur, "Anne said that Mr. Striff once touched her ass...... She cried. ”

"I thought Mr. Stryff was a good man," she muttered, Sasha barely audible, "I like you, Sasha." I also like Mr. Striff...... Uh, I mean, ever. ”

So, "ever" is a really good word...... Sasha thought.

"Don't be stupid," he said categorically, "what do you think of Annie. Does Kent have such a thing as an ass on him? ”

(To be continued)