Beelzebub woke up feeling very comfortable. ◆ Enlightenment ^ Mongolia ~ Book ^ Net.◆

Rugby Medium Intercollegiate Leagues are usually scheduled in November, from the first Saturday to the fourth Saturday, once a week, or twice. White Salt City was Grande's first enemy of the season, and they won, but it was difficult and dangerous, with nearly half of the team suffering injuries that could not be healed in two or three days, while the rest were also feeling sick and dizzy the day after the game - they had to abandon the next two games in a row, and the Grande hierarchy who wanted to chant "imback" this season had to change the slogan to "illbeback" in disappointment.

Beelzebub and their teammates played the remaining five games and scored enough points. If it weren't for the gap caused by the two absences, they would have been able to enter the top 25 in points this time, and in the middle intercollegiate league, the top 25 would have entered the big league, that is, the national competition.

At the end of the final game, every member of the team, the coaches, and the members of the school committee ran over and hugged Beelzebub warmly, nicknamed "Little Bison", "Syrian" and other strange nicknames, the pretty girl tucked her phone number into his pants, and he received a large prize money, which may not have been a lot for a Bisandi, but it was enough for three boys to squander happily in the small town of Grande.

Yes, three, Bep lives with them.

Birds were shouting outside the window, the sun was shining from the uncurtained window to the bed, and the dark blue blanket was hot from the sun, like a cat lying on its feet.

Beelzebub sat up and wiped his face in the palm of his hand, and he turned his neck, raising and lowering his arms and legs. Massaging his knees, twisting his body—the pain and exhaustion that had been harassing him day and night for the first three weeks, like maggots on tarsal bones, suddenly disappeared, like the various things that had once remained on his skin. Scars large and small – both as if they never existed.

The boy curled his lips in pleasure, he jumped out of bed, but he could not find his underwear, and when he picked up his trousers, Beelzebub noticed a swarm of ants wriggling inside.

In the end, he had to follow the example of the ancient Greeks or Romans and walk out of the room wrapped in a sheet. He thought that the dormitory should be empty at this time, but unexpectedly, the bathroom door was locked, and the slight sound of water came from inside.

"Who's using the bathroom?"

"Oh," said Bepp, "you're awake." Beelzebub, you slept all day and night. The face was so immature that it was impossible to tell that the new student who had become a father closed the book on his lap: "Hopkins is inside."

"It's rare that he would have slept so late." Beelzebub said, noticing a stack of cookies and a bottle of milk on the low table in front of Bepp's lap, "Anything else?"

"There was cold roast lamb, chocolate pie and fresh juice." Bepp threw the book on the couch, "You look much better." He walked past Beelzebub, bent down, and pulled out a crisper large enough to fit half a grown man from under the bookcase, "The lamb was bought from town by Dr. Hopkins, the pie was made from sand, and the juice was squeezed by me." ”

"My stomach has never been so empty," Beelzebul pulled the sheet. Let it fall off its shoulders so that its upper body can be completely freed from the restraints of the cloth: "Dear Bepp," he added thoughtfully, "if we toss a coin down, maybe we can still hear the sound of the chest."

The crisper box works very well, and everything is pretty much still in its original form. The lamb and chocolate pie are rich in flavor, and the juice is very light to drink. There are still small sesame seeds suspended in it, "What kind of fruit is this?" Beelzebub asked, "The taste is strange."

"Papaya." "People here usually use it to make salads. ”

"But the sugar is high," continued Sasha, who came out of the bathroom, as the bathroom door opened. "It's all glucose that's good for absorption."

Beelzebub stared at him for a moment, "Oh."

"Just a little touch-up." Sasha said, taking off his coat.

"What do you think?" Beelzebub looked at Beep, who turned his head, bit his biscuit in his mouth, and stared at Sasha for a few minutes.

"Feeling," he said with some hesitation, and finally shrugged his shoulders dryly, "it's not so ...... 'sharp'." When he said the word "sharp", he used the local language of Poseidon Island, where "sharp" also has the meaning of a knife, which can be used as a noun or an adjective, and is usually used on the men who "work" on Nakoidon Island.

On the first day of the Thanksgiving holiday, he began to try to adjust his appearance. The elder Hopkins used to be an expert in this area – when he could not make fine adjustments to his face, he would fill his mouth with cotton to make his cheeks appear fuller, inject silicone to change the shape of his nose, cut or stitch the corners of his eyes to change the eye unobtrusively, and remove wisdom teeth to correct the contour of his cheeks.

Sasha didn't need to do that for the time being, he gave himself a haircut, the pale blonde soft hair inherited from his mother that could have hung down to his shoulders all the way, and when he was reading and helping out in the kitchen, he would find a rubber band to tie them into a cute little tail, and now they were cut short to no longer than the ears, especially the base of the neck, where almost nothing but a fine layer of stubble remained.

For many people, it's just a tiny change, just cut short, no dyeing, and no hot rolls. But for Hopkins, not necessarily — Beelzebub even felt a little regretful.

He also trimmed his eyebrows slightly to make their ends less spiky.

Beelzebub raised his finger and tapped his lips, "What is this?"

Great Hopkins' lips were always impressive, for they always maintained a near-sickly deep rose red, and the sand lips were brighter and healthier, but much darker than anyone else, at least Beelzebub had never seen a natural lip color that could be so intense.

Now they are apricot-colored, almost close to the color of the skin.

"The lipstick is very easy to make and the ingredients used, I tried to make one myself, and it has strong coverage and lasts for a long time." "There's also a little bit of squalane added that you can use as a lip balm," Sasha said.

Beelzebub grimaced: "I think I can give you five minutes to touch up your makeup." Brother, after every lunch. He stretched and twisted on the couch like a snake after hibernation had ended.

"I used some pyridine...... Some fixing agents allow them to last for a longer period of time. Of course, one of them is not good for health," Sasha said, "but that's only for the average person."

"For us......" Beelzebub took a lazy bite of the chocolate pie, and in any case, being able to become an Anomalous is a blessing for many people. Regardless of the age at which the ability appears, the ability becomes stronger and more agile than before, grows quickly, ages slowly, and defends the cold and heat. Rarely get sick, and heal quickly when they are hurt - as time goes on, there will be fewer and fewer things that can harm them from the outside world, except for the increase in their abilities.

And the physical characteristics of the Bissandians are surprising even compared to the abilities, and the current Chegar. Bisandi is even able to ignore most of the highly toxic and narcotic agents. Because he was able to wrap it up with his tongue, throat, or whatever part of it at the first moment of his own will—the purpose of the previous special classes taught by the Hopkins, Beelzebub had to figure out what he was swallowing in order to know what to do next. For the time being, however, the drugs they use are still in the anesthetic, psychedelic, or mildly toxic categories, as Beelzebub has never learned to "process" them, and each time it is finished by the exuberant metabolism of the Psychic or the corresponding reliever.

Perhaps thanks to Elder John's roses, Beelzebub's ability that had been stagnant for years was finally a small but crucial step forward after that irritating and disgusting rainy night.

But we have to say. One good news, one bad news. Beelzebub's body seems to be too sensitive, and probably more than 60% of the tablets, medicines, and injections have become the object of its rejection, which is a bit unpleasant. Because if Beelzebub had been hurt during this time that his healing abilities could not deal with, he would have almost to wait for death.

His brother, who was not related by blood, sat down beside him, and tried to press the muscle of his arm, which immediately trembled with pleasure, and Beelzebub grunted. It quickly calmed down.

"It's still a little bit over-excited." Sasha sighed, "Looks like you have to rest for a while."

"Little madness," said Beelzebub, "only to those who are familiar - so, what's the matter?"

"Social Service Hours."

"We spent sixty hours with Gregory."

"It's just this year." Sasha reminded kindly: "Unlike other students, there are no social services on Poseidon Island."

"You'll have to remind me of this when you return to Poseidon Island," Beelzebub's mouth sunken sarcastically, "the Bisan people spend a lot of money on charity every year - knives have to be used on blades, and that's what he told me."

"We had a choice," Sasha said, "for one: a charity lingerie show at a department store that needed a few temporary partners; Second: a large dinner of 5,000 people requires a cook and hospitality. ”

Sasha wrapped a towel in his hair, stepped over Beelzebub's feet sticking out of the couch, and took out two brown paper clips from a filing cabinet with many thin drawers. ”

"It looks like we have only one choice." Beelzebub said.

ps:

Apologies - originally at the end of two months I thought about the reply update, and then I took into account that the work was busy, so I prepared to save the manuscript, but I didn't expect that after writing almost one volume, it always felt wrong, and it felt a little verbose, and after thinking about it repeatedly, I decided to delete all the volumes that had been written, and bring up the next volume. And because this volume involves a lot - ethics, morality, human nature, etc., so I have been hesitating and revising it no less than ten times. But look at the time...... I really don't know what to say.,Put three chapters up today.,It's also three chapters tomorrow.,And then it's basically a daily update.,This time there's a manuscript.,I shouldn't break my promise again.,Say sorry again!

((One second to remember)