Quinta was the clown and advocate who could make the ball loud and hot, he had a playful tongue that was not inferior to his mother's, he was like a catfish stuffed in a sardine cabin, he was scurrying around, handing out chocolates and sweets, complimenting girls, praising men, holding them together, a half-breed girl who was not much more than a match was his dance partner and partner, and when every dance song played, the slender girl would jump into the empty field with Quinta first, Led the crowd to dance together.

As Quinta thought, there were a lot of girls who came for Beelzebub and Sasha, Beelzebub was even better off than Sasha, and those who liked Sasha were big girls, yes, the sisters in the second and third grades, because some of them would serve before they went to college, so some of them were adults, and they noticed the little boy shining in the sun at the opening ceremony - not necessarily doing anything, but it was perfectly fine to dance and kiss a little face. Almost all of the older boys come for the drink, and the third and fourth graders, who have been forced out of breath by Manchester's thirty-six compulsory courses, are no longer in the mood and time to fall in love, and they also dance, and they are especially polite when they dance with the freshmen, but they are much more frantic and enthusiastic when they dance with their own peers, and some of them will quietly leave in the second half of the dance, behind the bushes, in the bathroom, and in some dark corner for one or more long pleasure sex // Love vents the stress that has accumulated for many days.

They dance, regardless of elegance, minuet, cha cha, Latin, tango, waltz, fast step...... There was also a lively rabbit dance near the end, which was childish, but everyone liked it.

Sasha's roommate, the unspeakable, featureless, lackluster Richard. White was held tightly in the arms of a drunken senior girl, dragged around like a doll, his face was stuffed into a pair of breasts the size of a basketball, his face was flushed, his steps were weak, and he looked like he was going to faint at any moment. When he made eye contact with Sasha, he couldn't wait to cast a look full of begging and despair.

"Uh," Sasha said to the broad-minded older girl, "I didn't mean to disturb you, but I think he's about to throw up." ”

The senior girl looked at Sasha suspiciously, and then at Richard in her arms. White.

"There's still alcohol in the bathroom." Sasha whispered, and Richard was let go at once, and the girl staggered to the other side in a gated manner, trying to make her way through the whole crowd of happy and chaotic people.

As soon as he came into contact with Richard, Sasha realized that he had also drunk a lot of alcohol, his skin was as hot as a fever, and his feet were weak.

"Are you going back to the dorm?"

"No, vomit ......," said Richard, "take me...... Go outside, I really ...... I want to throw up. ”

Sasha dragged him out of the encirclement of music, alcohol and women, and the air was already a little cold on a September night, the air was exceptionally clear, and the vegetation lamps illuminated the lawns, trees and bushes along the roadside - beautiful patches of emerald color, especially dazzling against the dark sky and earth.

The air is filled with the scent of nightshade, jasmine and osmanthus, and lemon-yellow street lamps cast a gradient effect on the gray-black and brick-red floor.

Richard vomited intermittently behind him.

Standing in the direction where the wind was blowing, Sasha looked around boredly as he noticed a senior boy — whom Sasha was so impressed by because he had given cards to every first-year girl he met with his grade, phone number, and name, promising him to help them whenever and wherever he could, whenever he had time — the young man, who was apparently over-hormones, was talking to a ...... It was probably a first-year girl kissing, the girl with her back against a tree, and the boy trying to put a leg between her knees, with the obvious intention that if the girl wanted to—it was nothing, but in the second half of the kiss, the girl began to struggle, she put her legs together, and kept pushing the boy out.

With his eyesight beyond the ordinary, Sasha could clearly see the anger on the boy's monkey-ass red face, and he roared at the poor girl, waving his arms and pulling her back, where they were far away from the road, without street lights, and the girl's strength was much less than that of the boy, who might have been an adult—he dragged her down, lifted the hem of her dress, and covered her face.

Just as Sasha was about to make a move, another man had already run over, taking off his shoes as he ran, and lifting her skirt to tie it in a knot above her waist, she forcibly pulled the bastard away from the panicked girl, and kicked him.

The boy got up in a daze, too much alcohol had deprived him of the slightest self-control, and he yelled (all stinking expletives) and threw himself at the two girls.

Sasha arrived.

His fists were so powerful that the next day the senior boy would have felt like he had been run over by a heavy truck countless times.

"Thanks," said the second girl, "again, huh?" ”

(To be continued)