Beelzebub's roommate was an unusually active and cheerful black boy, tall and thin, with shaggy hair, a flat nose, the distance between the eyes could fit into the palm of a hand, and his skin was as black as a piece of burnt wood, he was not pretty, but he was still very pleasant—he did his job very neatly, and while everyone was busy with his bed, wardrobe and writing desk, he was already cleaning and decorating the common living room and bathroom—the bathroom was cleaned by a special cleaner, but it was only kept clean. He installed an adhesive-style insect repellent sticker next to the toilet, placed a glass bottle with a lead block fixed on the marble countertop of the washstand, and inserted a few colorful sweet potato flowers in it, and with the consent of his roommates, he also installed a delicate and unique line lamp with infrared sensor on the wall leading from the living room to the bathroom, so that the guy who gets up at night to go to the bathroom does not have to fumble around to turn on the ceiling light and table lamp, or bring a flashlight.

The sofa in the common living room consisted only of two slightly shriveled cushions, so he generously brought out half a dozen chubby velvet pillows from his room, but Beelzebub suspected that the handmade pillows of various colors and lovely shapes were his mother's handiwork, and he had found the best way to expel the plush guests who had taken up his entire bed without permission.

His name is Quinta and he has the same name as the protagonist of "Roots", but he says that the name comes from his great-grandfather, which is a black tradition where they give their children the same name as their ancestors, because in their minds, children are the reincarnation of their ancestors.

"So," said Quinta said, "how sad and unbearable it is for a black man to be sold into slavery and his master calls him Toby or Angelia." He said, making an exaggerated sad face. But now there are also people who name their children Moai, Lexus or even Toyota, which is ridiculous, is it true that their ancestors were a bottle of champagne. A car? It's unconventional," he concluded: "I'm writing a piece of paper about the loss of our culture, and that's it." ”

When he introduced himself, he told Beelzebub and Sasha in disappointment. He had wanted to apply for seven bedrooms – the largest suite in the entire college building, with three interconnecting living rooms with two bathrooms and kitchens, and male students who could apply for that suite were required by unwritten Manchester law to organise a dance party on the last weekend of each month. But alas, he wasn't fast enough, and although he turned in his dormitory application in the second week after receiving his acceptance letter, he was already in the hundredth place.

"Do you think he'll give up?" Beelzebub asked quietly.

"How so?" "The prom is also a compulsory subject for every college student," Sasha said. ”

"When he looked at us, his eyes sparkled like Bambi." Beelzebub muttered, "I'm worried that we're going to become one of the most important references for this compulsory course. ”

"You're going to tell me you can't handle this?" His blonde brother said mercilessly, "Are you trying to tell me that every night in the four years of Grande's life, you were doing your homework with some pretty girl?" ”

"Those are two different things," retorted Beelzebub, "and there is a world of difference between being a hunter and being a prey. ”

"Then make it a compulsory homework," Sasha said, "to your roommate." The students and teachers had the impression that they were autistic and that they had failed—and besides, we were not good at that," he sighed, as he, and Beelzebub, were more adept at planning a fight, a robbery, or a murder, but it was always difficult. Well, how to put it, indulge in and alcohol like a normal person, because for their identity-sensitive, it can be fatal.

So the biggest problem arises, one is always calm. A sane and tough leader, whether on the court or on the battlefield, is what many people want, well, what about the ball? Not to mention the organizers of the ball.

They'll learn to do it. But before that, let's watch it for a while as an assistant and observer.

That being the case, along with alcohol, there is nothing to complain about being seen as a small gift to attract girls.

The plan was for Beelzebub to be on Manchester's rugby team, and his score was not as high as Sasha's, but Grande, who had won three consecutive titles in his three years with the club, received an invitation instead of an offer.

Manchester has a rival, in every way, yes, the most prominent point is the rugby game, they meet every year in the intercollegiate league, it is not a rugby game anymore, it is a battle of honor between two long-established and world-renowned universities - even the alumni who have been away for nearly 50 years will bring their families to watch the demonstration - Manchester used to have a few very good players, a good captain, but unfortunately they are all about to graduate.

"It's hard to imagine," said Beelzebub, "forget about Grande, Manchester is a university!" ”

"The top three colleges," Sasha said, "but if you think about it, if the universities don't care so much about their football league results, why would Grande, and other high schools, look the other way around a football team?" ”

Sasha relied on his transcripts and trophies, swimming competitions, make-up competitions, drama competitions, and antique instrument performances – not competitions, but simple demonstrations of skill, which he played for tens of thousands of spectators in concert halls, bustling passers-by in squares, and once went to prisons to play for convicts.

"I'm sorry," Quinta stuck her head out of the door, "Did I disturb you?" ”

"No," said Sasha, getting up from his chair, Beelzebub from the bed, a room too small to fit a third chair, and neither Beelzebub nor Sasha liked to use other people's things, especially without the permission of their master. "We're done."

"Great," Quinta said, "uh...... Hopkins? ”

"Sasha."

"Sasha, can you go to the Administrator? He asked me to bring a message—it seems that there is something I need your help with. ”

"I'll go right away." Sasha said, "Thank you." ”

As Hopkins walked past the black boy, Quinta smelled a cold mint smell, and he had a fashionable mother, so although he liked the citrus and tobacco perfumes, he knew what kinds of men's eau de toilettes would be mint, in the perfume world. There are not many people who use peppermint as a raw material, and even fewer such a proportion of peppermint occupies a position that cannot be ignored, and it has to be a good perfume, the biggest one is "Ati Immortal Water". "A top-class exemplary masterpiece." He said in his heart, "But it's a little wrong. ”

As for his **, what he likes is the blues, an oceanic eau de toilette.

***

At this time, Chegalle. Bisandi and Anthony. Hopkins is strolling through Manchester's expansive, kingdom-like campus.

Everyone they met did their best to keep themselves from showing a look of surprise that was rude - he was fatter than Sang Di to wonder why he could still walk instead of squirming like a jelly ball on the ground, and he even occupied an entire path as he passed through some of the trails, with several students looking at him worriedly.

Hopkins heard some discussion about renting a wheelchair for the gentleman, and those who objected said it would be difficult to find a wheelchair that could hold this stunning human/natural masterpiece.

Manchester's lawns and trees are mostly green in August, but in different shades. A small part of it is a bright red like fire, a yellow like gold, or both, and some of them have a gradient of gold-green and red-green. The buildings on campus all look like they belong to the Gothic or Georgian periods, although some of them are made of modern steel. Outside, however, marble has been pickled, burned and aged to be hung, glass windows have been deliberately broken and then put together in a medieval way, and the doors and window frames are also made of wood, black iron, and bronze.

They stopped in front of a cathedral-like building. It was the largest of Manchester's 22 libraries, with two floors, and several new students were posing for photos with their relatives in front of the building.

Eight presidents and vice presidents have described the library in their memoirs.

Anthony. It was here that Hopkins met an acquaintance, Chegare. Bisandi watched as the black woman came over and talked to the doctor and shook his hand.

It was an unremarkable black woman, less petite than petite. Wearing an orange-red suit, a small yarke hat of the same color, a jade pin pinned, and olive-green shoes, such a jumping and contrasting combination is not pleasing to the average person. But it was very flattering to her dark skin.

"That's Phyllis. Winston? ”

When the woman walked away, Chegalle. Bisandi asked. This unremarkable black woman is one of the most famous talk show hosts in the entire Western Continent, and dominates the late-night television talk show set that is almost monopolized by white men with her bold, blunt, sharp eloquence and sharp reactions.

"When I met her, she was called Elizabeth. Winston. Hopkins replied. It's been twenty years, and I didn't expect her to still remember me. ”

"So, before you were charged?"

"I was an intern," said Anthony. "She's also just a little host of an afternoon food show, and I made ham on her show with black peas as a side dish, which is often seen in traditional black dishes, but it goes well with that dish, and we had a little discussion about that," Hopkins said. "Later I became her psychiatrist," said the doctor, "and her name was changed at my suggestion, Elizabeth was of no benefit to her soul, and Phyllis was more suitable for her – it was pronounced like an African word, which in Mandingo means lost, and in Bambara, abandonment or deception." ”

"Is she a good person?"

"He is a strong and wise man." Hopkins replied.

***

Phyllis. Winston stroked her palm, which was dry and cold, thanks to the rude, discriminatory bastards against blacks and women, who had accustomed her to frightening and threatening.

(To be continued)

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