There is no river at the Private University of Manchester, but it has a large area of private land with lakes, meadows and forests, which can only be accessed by people who study and work in Manchester and their relatives, and the people of Manchester call it a rose because it looks like an open rose on the map. After the opening ceremony, after singing hymns, listening to orchestral music, receiving materials and listening to the general introduction of life and study from the respective deans, and tasting delicious champagne in the rector's courtyard, about 1,250 people were sent to the huge lake where their seniors, third and fourth graders were waiting for them with bad intentions.

"Distinguished gentlemen and ladies, look ahead!" A fourth-grader with a miniature microphone pinned to his collar shouted from a chair, and the freshmen below who were dazzled by champagne and Manchester looked stupidly as he instructed.

What's ahead? Like every park with a lake and a river, the emerald green lawns, the sparkling lake, the dark brown platform and the sapphire water surrounding it, the three-story brick-red jogging track and the cycling path, if anything unusual, was the only one, which was much wider than the jogging lane they had seen, almost large enough to accommodate two cars in parallel - the lane in front of them was almost straight, and it didn't turn until a grove of trees.

"We're going to do a little game," the fourth-grader said, "guys, it's three thousand feet from here, all the way to the woods." You can run for ten seconds before we start chasing, and if you can run to that grove first, you win, and whoever catches us in the process loses. ”

"What happens if you lose?" A girl asked, her cheeks flushed.

"Those who lose are punished." The fourth-grader said he gave a tolerant and sinister smile: "Don't ask what it is, because you'll find out soon." With that, he jumped off the chair that had been used as a makeshift podium, grabbed the microphone and handed it back to the support staff, blending in with the crowd of upperclassmen like a piece of cream that had fallen back into a soup pot.

Two professors, one of whom had won the Nobel Prize, were in a good mood and drove the freshmen together like a flock of ducklings with the seniors.

"It's still a little bit unfair." Chegalle can see clearly without a telescope. Bissan said, "The road is already wider than its kind. But it still can't accommodate so many people to start at the same time, and the people behind can easily be caught. ”

"No one in the rules said you had to run on the lane." Dr Hopkins said: "People who can be admitted to Manchester are not so stupid as to not even think about it. ”

While the two parents were talking, the black-pressed freshmen ran up, and the professor and their relatives clapped their hands to cheer and cheer for them. As the big Hopkins said, some people did crowd the lane, but many more scattered out on the gently sloping grassy slope, and a dozen or so girls who had not yet been dazed by champagne nimbly took off their shoes and ran with their skirts in hand, and in a few moments the boys did the same, taking off not only their slippery shoes on the grass, but also their cumbersome coats.

Ten seconds passed so fast that it seemed as if the freshmen had just started running and climbing. Unable to hold back, the enthusiastic seniors chased after them, twice as many as the freshmen, dressed loosely and wearing shoes suitable for running. The first freshman had barely finished a third of the way before an unlucky freshman was caught - the pursuer skillfully knocked his prey to the ground, and then, with his temporary partner, one raised his head, the other raised his feet, shouted hey, and threw him into the lake.

It's August. The problem is that the lake in Rose Park is in the dry season, and when the water level is below the aquifer, its water is fed by groundwater, which is much cooler than the water in the pipes and swimming pools. So, although the new students who were thrown into the lake were quickly fished up. But they choked on the cold, especially when there was a strong wind blowing through them.

"That's the surprise you mean?" Beelzebub asked. "I thought it was going to be a prom!"

"It's a lot more honorable than a ball." "The custom was in place when the school was founded, when people were thrown into a fountain — it was only abolished 30 years ago. ”

"Why canceled?"

"Because that's when Manchester started to admit female students and minorities. They can't strip a new student they catch and throw it in the pool, and if they treat a woman like that, they will be charged with sexual harassment, and if they treat a minority like this, they will be charged with racial discrimination. ”

"So," Beelzebub ran a few steps faster, as supernatural beings, they always had to be careful not to exceed normal humans too much when they were exercising, but when more than a thousand people were running to one place at the same time, they also had to be careful not to be affected by their pig teammates, he just saw a guy who was agile and fast because he was caught falling together by another clumsy guy: "Why did they recover?" "It's still in their session!

"Because there are old alumni protesting," Sasha said, "they think that Manchester that has removed too many customs is no longer the Manchester they are familiar with." Given...... Well, I mean, last year's alumni donations and other reasons, the Vice-Chancellor and the School Council decided to reinstate some of the 'Manchester' customs, and the 'Entrance Ceremony' was one of them. ”

"What is the proportion of donations? Ninety percent? ”

"I don't know," Sasha said, shrugging, "I just know that last year's alumni donations, especially for the 45th class, were $204 million. ”

"Wow." Beelzebub said: "That is, they gave an average of two million per person. ”

"No," Sasha said, "there were only about 600 people in the first forty-five sessions. ”

They were two of the first to rush into the grove, neither too far forward nor too far behind, and Beelzebub noticed a few of the senior students standing in the woods, who at first glance knew they were adults, standing there to see if anything might happen: for example, a freshman who had been distracted by alcohol or who had been over-spirited ran deeper into the woods. They counted the number of victors, and then confronted their peers who counted the losers, to make sure that none of the cunning freshmen escaped the "second baptism" - albeit in clothes, which was a bit of a pity.

Less than a third of the freshmen who escaped were women—the seniors who were the pursuers were all men, well, the ones who were so delicate and full as rosebuds that they could lift them up and throw them into the cold water of the lake, obviously, were either perverts or real dandies—even the freshmen who were thrown into the lake would not protest against it, or rather, they were busy shivering and having runny noses, Receive blankets and steaming ginger tea from teachers and upperclassmen.

As early as before the opening ceremony, the students' dormitories have been properly arranged.

In keeping with Manchester tradition and requirements, all pupils, regardless of major, before Year 2, study in one college, Manchester College of Arts and Sciences, which is the closest to the teaching area of Manchester's twelve residential colleges, an eighteenth-century Georgian building, with a dark green creeper that has turned a wine-red red at the top, and a white wooden pane arranged in a six-on-six manner and a grey-and-yellow stone façade. The top of the six-panelled coffee-coloured oak door is decorated with a sash window divided by black iron and lead bars. It was originally built for the Principal and his family, so it has the same structure and layout as most of the buildings of the period, with four floors above ground and a basement. The basement is for the servants to stay, as well as the water room, kitchen and pantry, with separate doors for entry and exit; The first floor is the dining room, the second floor is divided into two parts, the first half is used to entertain foreign guests, the second half is used by the host and close friends and relatives, the third floor is the bedroom, where the hostess and the man belong, and the fourth floor, the top floor, is inhabited by their children and governess.

Now the basement is still the kitchen, storage room and laundry room, but the students can only use the laundry room, the kitchen and storage room are all living on the first floor of the provost and his assistants, as well as their families, the second to the fourth floor are student dormitories, six people in an ensuite, two people in a bedroom, there is a shared living room, bathroom, the bathroom is large, and the washing and more * places are separated.

Beelzebub and Sasha were fortunate enough to be assigned to the same suite, but not the same bedroom, because their provost thought they were familiar enough with each other, "You need more new friends." He said that they were divided into two bedrooms, each with their own roommates.

"So be it," Sasha said, "if there's an emergency, I'll take care of it." ”

"I'll take notice." Beelzebub said that Manchester's room was smaller than Grande's, and that it had to be crammed into two people, who had to place a writing desk between the two beds, while the other was aggrievedly stuck between the bed and the wall, and the two beds were so close that they could hold each other with their hands outstretched. If Beelzebub had lost control, his close roommate would be a jar of meat stripped of its outer packaging.

If he hadn't been swallowed, then the next thing was for the Sasha, and he had to fix that terrible memory as soon as he could—for Beelzebub or for the hapless fellow.

Aside from this, there is nothing they are not used to, Manchester and Grande are very similar, only bigger, older, more advanced (there is no contradiction at all), more well-rounded and wealthier.

"Maybe that's why private boarding schools have higher acceptance rates?" Beelzebub said.

"You'll be charged with defamation." Sasha said.

Then they said nothing, and Beelzebub's roommate returned.

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This is - yesterday's - forgot to post it after writing it...... Hahaha...... Wandering