This "shenanigan", which could almost be called murder, quietly disappeared into the tributaries of the Grande, no one to mention it, no one to pay attention, and even the students and teachers who knew a little or more about it could only say, "God forbid - that was a lucky child." /”

Lucky? Beelzebub. Bisandi didn't feel at all that if his constitution wasn't out of the ordinary, the "medicine" mixed with the beer would make him completely "unconscious", and he would obediently float on the surface of the water, allowing his soaked clothes, shoes, and ineffective life jackets to drag him into the deep water and drown...... Even if he woke up in time and didn't sand it. With Hopkins' help, he couldn't climb out of that cold tomb, Beelzebub clearly remembered every feeling at that time, and it was like watching death gradually "approach" every minute - if it were not for his own experience, the heir of the leader of the mob would never have imagined that he would get such a ...... in this seemingly peaceful and peaceful place Feelings - he admits that he is scared, he is only fourteen years old, although he has already killed people, he still does not want to die, he does not want to lose everything, bury in the soil and rot with maggots.

Sasha. Hopkins didn't think what if he ignored Dr. Douglas's reminder? If he waits for a result from the teacher like a blind student, or can't open the door at the last minute...... Beelzebub. Bisandi was bound to die—it was too late, nothing could be saved—he thought he was accustomed to the fact that human life was as fleeting as a candle blown by the wind, and he thought that he could protect anyone he wanted to protect if he wanted to, but it turned out that he was very wrong...... The thought of this made him paralyzed, and for the next few days he slept in the same room with Beelzebub, and he could not sleep all night listening to the breathing of his friends.

Little Hopkins never missed his father as much as he does now. He wondered if Beelzebub thought the same way.

This is not Poseidon Island. They can only temporarily hide their fears and resentments, hold them under their tongues, swallow them into their stomachs, and let them slowly ferment over time, eventually brewing into a luscious wine of vengeance...... It didn't matter, they knew how to wait and take advantage of the opportunity – there was still time, and the boys soon discovered that they were running out of time – and the most important exam of the year was scheduled in thirty-four days.

Make the most of every second.

Every student at Grandrie, including the ninth-graders. They have all fallen into a kind of religious fanaticism and obsession, everyone walks in a hurry, their faces are serious, the tables and chairs in the library are packed, and some people carry books at lunch and dinner; The smiles on the teachers' faces were lost, and even Mr. Seknek, who was teaching the non-compulsory subjects, began to get nervous - Beelzebub's tutoring work was handed over to the teachers of the various subjects. Hopkins can finally get out. Returning to his own books without distraction, he achieved a straight A in his "nine-week exam", and the teachers hoped that he would do the same in his midterm exams at the end of June.

Compared with Hopkins, Beelzebub. Bisandi was miserable, perhaps because he had the words "Sasha. Hopkins Friends". The teachers had high hopes for him, and they didn't just want him to make up for his previous lessons. He also tried to make him go further, and if he couldn't have all A's, then at least one-third or one-half A's.

"They're just crazy!" Beelzebub complained loudly that after school at 3:30 p.m., the rugby team practiced for three hours, and after dinner, he still had to do four hours of homework and go to bed. How can it be! There's also an hour of snack-style tutoring—the teachers divide his entire night, and Saturday and Sunday: "I remember someone telling me that the middle schools of the Western Continent Federation are like Halloween amusement parks!" There are no assignments. There are no exams, you can do whatever you like, and you can trick or treat as much as you like – the teachers will give you a good score for it! ”

"It's a pity," said Sasha without looking up, as he was doing his historical assignment - restoring a large map of the sixteenth-century popes of the Western Continent, "and this was more than ten years ago, since the previous President issued the 'No Abandonment of a Child' law, the education system in the Western Continent has become stricter and harsh, and teachers no longer have lifelong qualifications. Our graduation grades and success rates in applying to universities are directly linked to their salaries, performance appraisals and even professional qualifications. Dispensable classes are canceled, to be polite. Gone were the generous transcripts and letters of recommendation, leaving only a 114-pound bag and a 90-minute lesson, four classes a day, and a 45-minute lunch break. He twisted his neck: "There are still four courses of assignment...... Training ...... for the team And tuition, yes, dear, only you. The charcoal sketch line was carefully erased: "Also, I think I'll have to prepare you, Mr. Senecke talked to me this morning, we still have too few clubs to participate in, Beelzebub, a good university requires his students to participate in more than two clubs—on the application, the experience of a sports club is too thin, and after the final exams, we have to choose another, well, a more literary club to join—I've already chosen one, what do you like, music or painting?" ”

Beelzebub took a deep breath.

"If we tell the old man about that," he asked expectantly, "will he allow us to go back?" ”

***

At nine o'clock in the evening, Miss Marcia, who had hurried back to the changing room of the swimming pool to search because she had forgotten her mobile phone, faintly heard the sound of water.

The swim team members usually train from 5:30 to 7 in the morning and 4 to 7 in the afternoon, and just two hours ago, Miss Marcia urged the last team member to leave the pool, inspected the locker rooms and toilets, and closed the doors and windows with her own hands.

Beelzebub. Not long after the Bissandi affair had passed, and the teachers' nerves were still tense, she immediately became vigilant, but fortunately she always carried the key with her in the evening, as she would also come to swim in the evening when she was in a hurry.

The water in the swimming pool reflected the moonlight from the skylight, and a slender trail broke through the silver water.

The pale body jumped out of the water, the head pressed very low, and the slender arms spread out on the surface of the water like the wings of a butterfly, and immediately pressed forcefully into the waves, and the thumb down. The posture is correct and graceful. Miss Marcia frowned slightly, took off her high heels, and walked barefoot to the front of the starting platform.

The swimmer was wearing neither a swimming cap nor waterproof glasses, and as he sprang out of the water towards Marcia again, she exclaimed, "Bao'er! "The effect is like striking a thunderbolt indoors.

Boa stopped, and instead of returning to the departure platform, he swam across the float to the side of the pool.

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the pool. He beckoned to Miss Marcia.

"What are you doing?" Marcia said in a stern tone, "Increasing the intensity of training without the permission and supervision of the coach? Do you know what the worst outcome is? Her voice shook the entire swimming pool: "You're 'killing yourself'!" She stood up and looked around: "God, you're the only one!" If you have a leg cramp or because of ......"

"Miss Marcia," Bo'er interrupted lazily as he continued to beckon her to come over.

Miss Marcia crossed her arms. Standing there motionless, Boa's eyes pitiful, his hair wet and clinging to his cheeks, and his chin a little baby fat—Miss Marcia sighed. She relented.

"How am I swimming?" Bao'er said: "You just saw it, I got rid of the old 'hair' disease. It wasn't easy. ”

Miss Marcia took several deep breaths, she wanted to keep angry, but she couldn't: "Bao'er," she lowered her voice, "how can you do whatever you want?" Haven't you thought about it even for a minute — think about it, if something happens to you, your parents...... And uncle, how sad will they be? ”

"They won't." With an uncomfortable smile, Boa said, "Uncle doesn't care at all, and my parents probably just think it's a waste of time to hold a funeral for me." ”

"Honestly," said Miss Marcia, with a tiger face. "I really want to apply to the headmaster - you little bastard, you obviously need a rattan to wake up and teach you well."

Bao'er grimaced, "I'm sad," he held his chest, "I did all this for you, but you want to beat me for others, alas, beauty, I tried my best." But he didn't even get a little praise. ”

"I thought it would be enough to have most of the Grande girls screaming for you." Miss Marcia crouched down, and as she had done every time, Boa 'touched' her toes, her slender fingers cold as if they had been taken out of the refrigerator.

"It's time for you to come out." Miss Marcia said, 'I'll have to take you to the infirmary first.' ”

She held out her hand. Boa dodged: "I haven't been rewarded yet, Marcia." I waited for you to be the first to know, but got nothing - except scolding and a threat. ”

Miss Marcia looked at her body, she had a date today, she was wearing a dark royal blue "color" tight skirt, her knees were tied tightly, and her steps would be restrained when she walked bigger.

She made a gesture of surrender: "...... Tell me, what reward? She really hoped that what Boa wanted was not the Czech Bohemian crystal plate, the plate was given by a suitor, and Boa had already smashed half of it, and she hid the other half.

Bao'er swam back, her light blue eyes sparkling like moonstone, "A kiss." ”

Marcia breathed a sigh of relief, "Come up first." ”

"A kiss."

"First...... Well," Relented Miss Marcia, who carefully knelt down and leaned out toward the pool, the boy's arms around her head.

"Close your eyes."

"You're asking for a lot of things." Miss Marcia closed her eyes and said, "I pray that your future girlfriend will be tolerant and merciful and able to endure all this." ”

Boa's smile deepened.

Her lips, as cold as her fingers, fell first on Miss Marcia's nose, and she couldn't help but smile, and then her lips—the smile froze—she was suddenly bitten, and as she exclaimed, Boa's tongue came in.

The temperature of the tongue was just as low and terrifying, and it swam wildly like a dangerous snake.

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)