Sasha glanced at Chiz in surprise.

Chiz. Carson is one of the few women who can stay in Sasha's memory - although they haven't been in contact for a long time, because of that "work" relationship, Chiz is like a small needle left in Sasha's body, usually almost completely unable to remember, but when he touches it, it hurts a little. In his first memory, Chiz was one of the most common children in the Western Continent, a little silly, flimsy, and unresponsive because of a peaceful, affluent, carefree life, her life, thoughts, and actions were contrary to Beelzebub, and Sasha, and any child on Poseidon Island, and she had never suffered any torture, nor tasted mental pain, nor did she know what it was like to be immersed in the shadow of death day and night—it was Poseidon Island that taught her this lesson. Later, when Sasha met her in Orlosa, Chiz. Carson is pretty much a waste.

If it could have been so easy to quit, it wouldn't have been one of the most lucrative deals in the world. Carson wants to return to normal life in at least three, five, or twenty years.

Now she was by his side, both * and spirits were alive and kicking like a big rabbit. But that innocent and cute Chiz on Poseidon Island. Carson wouldn't be so casual as to say that there was a scholarship to be awarded. That would be the right thing to do, even for the girl. Before they could finish their tea, Brian had already taken care of the matter, he lent his bathroom to the victim girl, asked her to wash her face, comb her hair, put on makeup, and then handed her to Chizz and asked Chiz to send her back to his room, after all, the rooms of the female freshmen were very close - Hopkins helped him tidy up and clean, and the girl couldn't control her emotions in the process. The whole low table was overturned, the carpet was wet, the teacups were shattered, and tiny shards with golden streaks were splashed everywhere. She should have come back to her senses when the bathroom was reorganized, but there were traces of eyeshadow and lipstick on the towels, and there were knocked loose powders and a broken eyebrow pencil tip on the floor mats, wash basins, and countertops.

"Wonder why I have this?" Brian walked into the bathroom with a piece of newspaper and a fragment of a teacup, and he saw Hopkins studying the half-empty box of powder, and inside the mirror cabinet (a thin cabinet with a mirror hanging above the sink), there was a whole set of the most basic. Unopened cosmetics – not theatrical cosmetics, and not cheap, even a bit extravagant. "I asked my sister to prepare it for me," he said, carefully crumpling the newspaper wrapped in shards. "It was only after I became a dormitory administrator that I learned that some girls would never walk around in the hallways or in any public place without makeup."

"Why don't they have a female administrator?"

"Because female administrators are harassed," Brian says, as usual, "some guys don't want to appear useless and stupid in front of women, and they tend to behave aggressively, especially when friends and roommates are watching." He stuffed the newspaper into a black garbage bag, and put a striking yellow sticker on the garbage bag, on which he wrote, "There are sharp pieces, be careful!" with a thick, black oil-based pen. ”； Coat. Towels, carpets, and floor mats all needed to be washed, and he gathered them up and threw them into the laundry basket: "A boy who obediently obeys a woman is ridiculed, while a male administrator is slightly better at that." He looked in the mirror. Hopkins was spotted watching him, and the lighting in the bathroom was using a D65 light source, which provides the closest sunlight-like illumination indoors on rainy days.

Hopkins' iris color is very rare – in low-light places, cobalt blue, in good light as well as in sunlight. It is presented in a lavender color.

"But male administrators should be cautious, right?"

"Of course," said Brian, "didn't you notice that there were two cameras pointing at you - sorry, I'm kidding, I'm not that generous - but there was a surveillance device outside, and it wasn't my living room, it was my office, and I didn't mind being recorded twenty-four hours a day, you know, witnesses weren't always available, and there had been complaints from female administrators of harassing her. ”

"Really?"

"Fake," Brian replied without hesitation, "that guy is gay, he's not interested in women at all, and they later proved that the girl was lying, and later she confessed that she just wanted revenge because the administrator confiscated her beer." ”

"What happened to the girl?"

"She was fired."

"Then today's girl's choice is still very correct."

Bryan paused, "Don't do that," he said mildly, "she was expelled for drinking and not following the rules of the school, and Manchester has always taken that seriously—you are also a member of Manchester, Mr. Hopkins, don't let the misunderstanding out there affect you, you should be proud of it." ”

"I know for sure that my words come from my heart." "No," said Sasha, "it is not meant to be despised or disgusted, it is just a matter of facts," he said, smiling slightly, "As you said, I also belong to Manchester." ”

"Need help?" Another voice said.

Beelzebub. Bisandi, his profile is also in Brian. In Dupont's unknown black folder, his grades were good, but what impressed the interviewers in Manchester was the results of his high school team, he was tall, but not full of muscles like the rugby players people think, although his shoulders and chest were indeed extremely thick - the khaki dress fit well, but it looked wild when it wrapped around the body full of strength, and he wore a tight vest under his coat, The open light champagne shirt collar is a striped silk scarf in moss green and dark brown.

It's all the colors that Poseidon people like, Brian. DuPont suddenly thought of his identity and Hopkins...... of the identity.

The surname Bisandi and the surname Hopkins would not want to be a righteous defender, which made Brian . DuPont was much more relieved, "No," he said, "the room was all cleaned, and there wasn't much to wash." Is the prom over? ”

"They are solitaire," Beelzebub said, "and some of them have already returned to their rooms." ”

"If you're feeling tired, you can go back to your room early," Brian took on the laundry basket, which didn't have much stuff but was a little heavy: "It's okay to go and dance for a while if you want to, but do you have a trial class tomorrow?" ”

"Not in the morning," Sasha. Hopkins: "But we decided to go back. ”

"So," Brian. Dupont said, "Good night." He noticed Beelzebub. Bissandi did not sass. Hopkins expressed his displeasure by taking the liberty to give him a decision.

"What's going on?" Beelzebub asked.

"A little accident," said Sasha, taking off his coat and putting it on the back of his chair, which was unpleasant for tonight to take little effort on his part: "Too much heat and too much alcohol, a senior and a freshman, a man and a woman. ”

Beelzebub took off not only his coat, but also his waistcoat and shirt, and walked around the room with his upper body on,* "What a gift—is there anything else here that is not rotten?" ”

"For that girl, perhaps," Sasha said, "but Carson said she would be compensated, scholarships, and other things." ”

"That Carson?"

"Chiz. Carson. Sasha said peacefully, "You should remember her father." ”

The man whose head was half knocked off by him, "She also applied to Manchester?" ”

"It's not surprising," Sasha said, "she's Carson." And I saw that she was very healthy, and I couldn't find the slightest hint of a deep addict. ”

"Hmm, do you need to check it out?"

"Look it up."

***

Chiz. Carson sent the poor girl back to her own room.

She gave the girl a small sedative, and the girl fell asleep almost immediately, and Chiz covered her with a blanket and walked out of the room, all the way out of the dormitory, and when the cool evening breeze blew, she felt much more comfortable—the heat of the brandy from the black tea was rolling in her body, or not, her body was so excited for good night because she finally saw Sasha again. Hopkins, and spoke to him.

This was just the beginning, and she warned herself not to be too impulsive, Hopkins was not easy to approach, he was dangerous.

But now she can't wait to share this small success with someone, she calls the psychiatrist, this psychiatrist is not the one her mother found for her, she doesn't trust the old wizard, he is Chiz. Carson's personal physician introduced Chiz to a handsome middle-aged man with the same abilities as Sasha - he agreed with the personal doctor's idea that if you want to wean yourself from the effects of drugs on your body, your will is important, and your will always needs a strong support - Chizz's mother is a slut, and her father ...... Even if John. Carson is alive and well, and he's not a good dad who is responsible, and Chiz knows that, her uncle? No kidding, her grandfather, yes, she loves his grandfather, but an old man who is dying is hardly a trustworthy person to rely on.

They ended up choosing Sasha. Hopkins.

(To be continued)

ps：

Dragged on a business trip by the leader......