Beelzebub wrote to Chegall. Letter from Bissandi –

To the dear father (the word father is crossed out) papa (also crossed out) Chegal .. Mr. Bisandi:

I'm sitting at my desk in the library writing to you right now, and Sasha is sitting across from me, and he's also writing to Anthony. Mr. Hopkins writes, and since he's been here, he's been writing to Hopkins every day—half an hour at a time, smiling, as if he's doing something pleasant and remarkable—so while you've made it clear that the gooey (goo-crossed out) warm "exchanges" between the Hopkins have made you feel 'hairy' on more than one occasion, I'd like to give it a try, and if possible, tell me how you feel afterwards. /top/

Please don't worry, I'm thinking about what I should write.

I don't remember any idiot telling me that boarding schools on the West Continent were as soft and sweet as marshmallows, that the teachers were reasonable and pleasant, that the students were warm and simple, that the students were simple and helpful, that the classes were relaxed, and that they enjoyed life every day to the fullest—I mean, that there was everything on campus, cigarettes, alcohol, music, all-night dances, a 24-hour supermarket, guns, erotic magazines, indulgent young girls, and even ""/girls (not that I wanted that)—if you remember, Please remind me to give him a good beating. (This section is crossed out in its entirety)

It's non-smoking, you can only buy cow's milk, juice, soda, and cola, and the commissary and the infirmary are only open until 9 p.m., Saturdays, Sundays, and music and dances, but I hate chants and waltzes.

You probably know better than I know, anyway, you chose this place, a hellish place that looks like heaven but is actually a hell (hell is crossed) monastery, which is probably not surprising, it was originally a large monastery, and the people here have been accustomed to the old and strict attitude of life for hundreds of years - but have you seen our school crest? The one with the shield, the book and the thorns that adorn the lace? Below is the year 1795, in floral font. It's like the kind of floral letters on a wine bottle (the previous sentence is crossed out), and that's the date it was created – don't you really think it's a bit dangerous? I mean, we sit in a classroom more than three times our great-grandfather's age for eighty-four minutes all day, and then in four minutes we make our way through the equally crisp hallway to another, possibly even older confinement cell, where each holding more than twelve pounds of books in their hands? [Note 1] Every time I ran under the vaulted promenade, the echo was as loud as someone rang a church bell in my ear, and I had to run away as fast as I could, always fearing that a large stone would fall and hit my head.

Speaking of running. Dear "Don", I can live with the hour-and-a-half-long lesson, but the four minutes left in it are ridiculous! I can't even go to the toilet! Hiding behind bushes or unchaining behind statues is strictly forbidden by school rules, and of course, under desks. Even if they're just cheap "colors" made of bakelite synthetic panels and black "colored" metal square tubes – we can keep some personal items and books in a closet next to a wall, but, did I mention it before? The teachers here are like stubborn hermit crabs. They (they are crossed out) their office is in the classroom, a long desk full of office equipment, photographs, books, and other teaching materials; They were allowed to decorate their own territory, so the walls of the classrooms were plastered with all kinds of pictures, tables, small cards, maps, homemade calendars, student assignments, and so many other things that we couldn't figure out, and some of the ceilings would be filled. As we listened, they floated around like streamers on a ship that had entered the water for the first time.

Sasha told me it was already pretty good. His elementary school classroom is even more terrifying - you can find almost all the materials and colors in the world - where did I say he went to elementary school? Carnival?

The teachers here, they may indeed be capable and talented, but they are not as good-natured as I have known on the Internet before, they are polite to every student, but that doesn't mean they don't give homework and exams, in fact, the classes here are very intense, we need to prepare, study, review and do homework every day, Sasha can sleep for seven hours, and I can only sleep for six hours. or five hours. Luckily, there was an hour of lunch break, and we were able to take a nap in the classroom in the afternoon chapter 123 class.

Every student who forgets that they don't do well in their homework and quizzes will get more attention and guidance from their teachers, and I don't know if that's a good thing, and they'll get extra strict until you change your mistakes or your grades improve.

Their relationship is not as good as it seems, to be precise, they are hostile to each other, and when a student ignores another teacher because of a teacher's request or idea, he will be tossed around for a long time by the latter, as I have observed. Indeed it is. And some of them are really annoying, like Mr. Khufu, who always flaunts his "special medal for the study of homosexuality in the eighteenth century" over and over again in history class, and I say, Mr. Bisangdi. It's a pity that the rules of Poseidon Island can't be applied here.

Sasha and I rarely meet each other during class hours, and there are 130 electives and six compulsory courses. But there are also electives in the compulsory courses, for example, in the second language, I chose Spanish, and Sasha chose Latin. We only have four overlapping courses, mathematics, literature, and history, and each of them has a different time, credit, teacher, and location (here I have to complain again, why do we have to run half to death when we pay 450,000 yuan a year, while the salaried people just sit there comfortably and wait?). ）

We can only meet during lunch and after-school activities, and after-school activities depend on our club time, but luckily we live together - the dormitory here is a suite for three people, each suite has a ** bathroom and a small hall, the personnel are randomly assigned, but can be changed if both parties want, so at first I couldn't be separated from Sasha, I waited in his suite, and when his roommate appeared, I talked to him sincerely, and he immediately agreed to my request, he is such a good person.

The other roommate was a mainlander, a sturdy little guy who was on the rugby team, his name was Avery, and he was always staring at Sasha, and the situation would only get better when Sasha talked to him.

Well, this guy doesn't matter, although he seems to be familiar with Sasha, he is just an ordinary person, or rather, he has a lot of money in his family, but he has no background, only a distant cousin who is trying to run for city council, and he and Sasha have talked more than once about the few large sums of money that their family has allocated for this matter.

I don't like him, not only because he's stupid, but because he's just as intolerably crooked, acting like a mom or tail from Hopkins! (or tail crossed out)

Sasha doesn't matter, Mary bless, I guess Dr. Hopkins' housekeeping lessons must have been good, I never thought of Sasha before. Hopkins was so bad at taking care of himself, not that he was lazy or clumsy, he was just too clever - the first time, his homemade cleaning "liquid" not only dissolved all his shirts and mine, but even damaged the inner walls of the washing machine (for which the school added a new school rule), and the second time it turned all of our clothes into dried seaweed, including my favorite pair of panties and stiff bow tie, which we couldn't get back no matter how much we tried - and so on, I won't mention it.

By the way, the cleansing "liquid" Sasha was going to continue to work on improvements, and Avery and I worked together to stop him, and now some things are up to Avery to do, and he's not an expert, but at least it won't break down our administrators.

In addition, I must mention the food here, the school provides three meals in the morning, noon and evening, which are full of portions, lack of variety, and have a peculiar taste...... So when I've had enough pies and mashed potatoes, I'll cook, including old Andreana's favorite beef fillet with sweet basil sauce, cod steak, assorted seafood soup and cheese grilled rice; Sasha also cooks, and it doesn't look bad, but many times he's the only one willing to swallow those things — please turn my questions to Dr. Hopkins, how did he raise Sasha? Lamb shank wrapped in chocolate and mustard kelp pie?

Of course, I have to report on my results at the end.

Now Sasha tutors me for an hour a day, but I don't think we should get our hopes up, Poseidon Island learns too little, and here there is too much learning, Dear "Don", I saw in a certain movie, in order to help an actor get a chance to perform, someone cut off the head of the director's most beloved racehorse and put it on its owner's bed - that racehorse is worth 300,000 yuan, I have already investigated, our high school principal has a hybrid prairie cat worth 12,000 yuan, The president of the university you are looking forward to and optimistic about has a few red "colored" giant poodles worth 5,000 yuan each, we might be able to start here, what do you think? (The entire paragraph is crossed out here).

Enclosed is my latest test score.

It's kind of miserable, but I have to say, it's not my fault. (This sentence is crossed)

The course here is a bit difficult for me and I think I need a little bit more time.

Your child. Beelzebub. Respectfully than Sandi

On the evening of April 1

Sasha writes to Anthony. Hopkins' letter:

Beelzebub to Chegall. Bisandi wrote a letter, but he sent the draft by mistake.

As a thank you for his compliments to me, I enclose a copy of his transcribed letter and the latest test results.

You can give them to Chegalle. Than Sandi, he would be happy to see his son's progress.

Again: I joined the swim team, a school that was blessed with the privilege of having the Rio Grande estuary, two miles away, leaving a slow tributary that traversed the entire campus, and the members of the swim team had the privilege of swimming in the river.

Kiss you, my dear father

Your sprinkles. Hopkins

On the evening of April 1

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