A girl was dragged off the starting platform by Bao'er, she staggered a few steps, did not stand firmly, fell to the cold and hard ground, her ankle hit the bracket of the starting platform as it was raised, and her heart ached.

"I'm sorry." Boa said insincerely, and stepped onto the non-slip surface of the starting platform - coach Marcia saw it, and she stopped preparing to give the order, as if she wanted to come over and take a look. The girl had already risen with the help of her companion, her face flushed, and tears welled up in her eyes—she waved her hand at Miss Marcia, then shook her head, and whispered to her companion, "She's all right," and her companion cried out angrily, "Please continue, Miss Marcia." ”

Miss Marcia hesitated for a moment, and then walked back, her face gloomy.

"I said, why do you want to indulge him like this?" The girl's companion said, "If I just look at that face, I think Hopkins is cuter." ”

The girl frowned and did not speak.

As they spoke, Bao'er, who occupied the lane next to Hopkins, had already scurried into the turquoise water, scattering sand. Hopkins, who started a second or two slower than him, caught up with Boa as he touched the wall, and the two were tied at the start of the second half, with Boa's victory in the final fifty feet.

Boa slammed out of the water, grabbed the lever used in the backstroke, and breathed heavily, his eyes were blurry, his fingers were almost unconscious, no one noticed, but he knew that in order to rob Hopkins, he took a risk on the way back, he arbitrarily lowered the frequency of ventilation, and only changed air every five movements - such behavior is likely to cause hypoxia, and the blood with too low oxygen content cannot supply the brain and heart at all, Boa's limbs are numb when he sprints, he knows very well, The worst consequence of this is sudden death.

It's dangerous. Not only to himself, but if something happened to him, Miss Marcia would be to blame. But he's Bao'er, he doesn't care what happens in the future, he just needs to be now, he's the best, and everyone has to admit it.

Miss Marcia came up with a snap, the soles of her feet as wide as the palms of her hands, and her pale skin soaked in the water could not be changed back even if she went ashore, and she stood on the steps of the departure platform and crouched down. "Bao'er?"

Boa was a little weak-hearted, and he hoped that Miss Marcia hadn't noticed his little movements, and that she had passed the most uncomfortable time. His mind and body were much better, and his vision was gradually clearer—Miss Marcia's toes were so close that she never applied nail polish to her fingernails and toenails, but she delicately trimmed her nails, removing dead skin and barbs. Then use a polishing rod to throw the nail surface into a shiny one. Her toenails are very healthy, and from the translucent cuticle they are a vigorous pink, the color that Boa likes the most.

"Am I number one?" Bao'er asked knowingly, his eyes were shining, and the pale blue iris, which usually seemed a little cold and ruthless, also brought a little heat.

"First." Miss Marcia said, waving back. Signaling that Boa could come out of the pool, Boa ignored her and continued to soak in the pool water that smelled of disinfectant powder. Until Miss Marcia herself carried him out, with his arms around Miss Marcia's neck and his cheeks resting on her shoulders, triumphant.

The boy next to Hopkins made a vomiting feint: "It's scary, how old does he think he is?" He shook his head. Shake off the drops of water from your hair and mutter. "God forbid, why do we have to put up with this?"

"Of course," lamented the other boy, "for our lovely herbal teas, essential oils and preserves." ”

Hopkins blinked.

There are seventy-three clubs at the Grande Boarding School, including the Squirrel Club, which is obsessed with feeding wild squirrels, and the noble, erudite, and united bread crust foodie group, each of which receives its share of the support it needs from the good proceeds generated by the school's permanent foundation. Even the World Series can be a little more enviable – other clubs are a bit more cumbersome, and there is an unwritten rule that no matter what kind of club it is, it has to participate in several large-scale volunteer service each year - and there are regular exchange meetings for the Grande or the community around the Grande to improve the quality of the event.

In the past year, the Squirrel Club has organized several lectures and photo exhibitions on feeding wild squirrels, and the crust foodie group has held no less than three special gatherings to introduce students to bread crusts and pizza edges from all over the world, although few have the courage to do so...... The Society of Explosives Research Engineers and the Manhole Cover Defect Observation Group have also produced some remarkable results, but the most popular among students and residents are the products offered by the "Deep Water" Club, founded by Dr. Douglas, the head of the school infirmary, which is a wonderful crystallization of flowers and fruits according to ancient methods and the latest technology - herbal teas for the body, fragrant essential oils and perfumes, and delicious and sweet preserves.

No additives, no preservatives, pure natural, pure handmade, people flock to it.

Unfortunately, the yield of either one is extremely low, after all, Dr. Douglas owns only a small piece of land in the Grande boarding school, and in addition, due to the strict enrollment conditions, the members of the "Deep Water" club have never exceeded ten (including Douglas and his assistant doctor, Jane), and most of them are still burdened with heavy schoolwork, so it can be said that they have worked hard, but the finished product is only enough to supply the school internally...... part of the people.

Sasha lifted the glass, stared at the yellowish tea for a moment, and set it aside.

"What, don't like it?"

"I still prefer pure soda." Sasha turned his head, "Add some ice." ”

"Add lemongrass? What about milk? ”

"No, don't add anything but ice." Sasha said that at this time he seemed more headstrong than Bo'er.

"Well," said Jane, "you win." ”

Dr. Douglas had long reminded her that Sasha. Hopkins was a vigilant and fussy little fellow, and he didn't have the recklessness to shove everything he could see into his mouth like other children, so the doctor only gave him two roseheather tea bags last time: "At least he can take it back and use it as a scenting sachet." The beautiful black-haired man said disapprovingly, playing with her fingers, which were whiter than hers, almost translucent, and the fragrance and color of flowers and fruits were often left on their fingertips.

Alert and critical, and proud, though he had never been as domineering and domineering as Boa, Jane could tell that there were few people here who he had placed on his own footing, including Miss Marcia and himself, who had no idea what others were looking at, and was holding a small round glass filled with sparkling ice cubes and small bubbles in the midst of the many pale yellow teas that exuded a charming aroma.

Individuals in the group will show a clear herd mentality, some children will not be used to the bitter taste of herbal tea at the beginning, they will prefer sweet juices and popular carbonated drinks, but as soon as they enter the "deep water" courtyard, surrounded by flowering vines and senior students, they will involuntarily pick up the teacup and swallow it patiently, of course, they will soon find the benefits, but this is a story for another time - this psychological law has a negative impact on Sasha. Hopkins doesn't work at all, he breaks the spell, and the two kids hesitate for a moment, they also seem to want some soda, and Boa sneers, and they back down again.

"Would you like some coca?" Boa asked, "Then you can also add ice cubes, or you can add a slice of lemon." ”

Most of them were silent, except for a few of her loyal followers, who were mostly new ninth graders this year, and who were still at an age where they could tolerate and forgive their stupidity and naivety.

Sasha put down the cup, and now little Hopkins rarely had the patience to mess around with the barking puppy, and he looked directly at Jane: "Before 1914, or after 1914?" A few years ago, someone claimed to have found this super secret formula in the literature of the Coca company, and the ingredients included: caffeine, vanilla, cocoa, citric acid, lime juice, caramel and 6 kinds of sesame oils such as orange, lemon, cardamom, cinnamon, coriander, orange blossom, etc.

If this recipe is true, then it must be 1914 or beyond. As we all know, Coca was born in 1886, a morphine-addicted pharmacist concocted a non-alcoholic crimson mixture containing cocaine - at that time, cocaine was not classified as a drug, it was recommended as a highly nutritious brain drink, which could control the hysteria and depression that was quite popular at the time, and could also cure headaches, toothaches, neuralgia, alcoholism, boats, hay fever and syphilis - It is impossible to verify how many people believe this statement is true, but the cocaine in it is genuine, and it has tens of millions of buyers and admirers at once.

The coca frenzy was not curbed until 1906 when the Western Continent Union issued the "Purifying Drugs Act", and Coca had to give up adding cocaine to beverages, but they would still buy coca leaves to make flavors in beverages.

In 1914, cocaine was finally banned and public opinion began to tilt to its disadvantage, so coca leaves disappeared from the coca.

Sasha and Beelzebub were also ninth-graders, but they knew much about the school than the lovely, ordinary freshmen, and in their sources, the "Deep Water" Club had revived the 1886 COCA, which was not introduced, but did briefly provide for teachers and a very small number of students.

This is a warning.

PS: The part involving COCA drinks is from the Internet data, and it is not guaranteed to be authentic.

Thank you kxdjt-sama for the tip, the corrosive heart-sama and the liberation rat-sama for the repeated rewards, bow.