Unsurprisingly, Dior was once again kicked out of the classroom.

This time he was not as fortunate as Mr. Lance's class, not only was he kicked out, but he was also called to the disciplinary office after class, where he was well educated by the student advisor, Ms. Christina.

Ms. Christina's full name is Christina Isabal Crannichal, she wears a black convent dress all day long, her face is stiff as if she is muscle necrosis, and the stereotypical Cheng dù is very compatible with Teacher Lance, in fact, Ms. Christina and Lance are a couple, and her surname Clanichar comes from her husband Lance.

According to this statement, most people may think that Christina is an old woman in menopause, but in fact she is only twenty-six years old, and her face is also very good-looking, it is difficult to imagine that she and Mr. Lance, who is almost forty years old, are a couple, but thinking about her unlikable personality and dress, it is also relieved.

When Dio came out of the teaching office, it was already lunch break, he went to the cafeteria to eat a simple and cheap lunch and then returned to the classroom, ready to honestly do a good job in the afternoon class, after all, it is understandable for a person to change, but if the change is too drastic all at once, it is likely to arouse the suspicion of others, and being kicked out of the classroom twice today has made him the focus of the class, and what he needs to do at this time is to let others dilute this impression.

The afternoon class passed so uneventfully, just as Dio thought, after he didn't make any more unusual moves in the afternoon, the attention of the rest of the class to him was significantly reduced, he was originally one of the most inconspicuous students in the class, it was not difficult to achieve this goal, if this situation was maintained for a few more days, then the impact of being kicked out of the classroom twice today would be almost diminished.

Dio packed up his belongings, greeted a few classmates who were okay, and left the classroom.

Walking out of the teaching building, he was greeted by the orange sunlight in the sky, the sun sinking in the west half-showed its face behind the distant buildings, and the red radioactive halo spread outward like ripples, dyeing a large number of buildings of different heights into a flame-like color, thus conjuring up a scene as if the whole world was burning in his eyes.

Dio followed the road through the large lawn of the academy to the special pick-up platform not far from the school gate, and at this time the caravan dedicated to the academy had not yet arrived, so he stood in a less crowded corner and waited quietly.

Pale Sacred Deer Senior College is the fourth ranked college in Santa Roita City, only located behind three private high-level aristocratic colleges, covering a vast area, with good teaching resources and hardware environment, it can be said that it is the best college that ordinary family children can attend, and the corresponding tuition fees are also quite expensive.

Like Dior and Lilia, who have been studying in this academy since junior high school, from this time period on, the originally well-off family suddenly became a little tight. In order to allow the Dior siblings to attend this school, the daily expenses of the family have been reduced to a minimum, the parents have not added a new dress for a long time, and all the other saved expenses have become the tuition and living expenses of the siblings, and the Garros couple, who looked a little haggard because of the long hours of overtime, never showed a trace of complaint in front of the siblings, only a gentle smile and careful concern.

With these, Dior felt that he could not pay off the debt he owed his parents in this life, which was a responsibility that he could not escape, and it also strengthened his belief.

As time passed, the platform gradually became noisy as the number of students increased, and from time to time he could see a boy with a hippie smile and a girl laughing until his cheeks flushed, which made Dior sigh and recall some of the stupid things he had done at this age of love. In middle school, both men and women have a sense of ignorance about things between the sexes, and it is natural for them to have some ambiguous behaviors in their daily behavior.

Just as he was lamenting his youth, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.

Several young and beautiful girls came over talking and laughing, and the one with purple hair and blue eyes in the middle was his sister Lilia.

Seeing Lilia getting closer and closer, Dio naturally said hello.

Hearing Dio's greeting, Lilia was slightly stunned, and glanced at her mediocre brother, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

She didn't respond to Dio first, but turned her head to say something to the other girls around her, and then after a while she broke away from the small group and slowly walked over, standing side by side beside Dio, pursing her lips as if she didn't know Dior.

Dio glanced at Lilia standing on his left side, she was only a little shorter than herself, estimated to be at the height of his eyebrows, her tall body was like a blooming flower, highlighting the immature cuteness of a girl, compared to his inconspicuous brother, Lilia was as dazzling as a princess in a knight's novel, coupled with different hair colors and eye colors, it was hard to believe that the two of them would be brother and sister living under the same roof.

In fact, the two are indeed not related by blood, and even Dio was not originally from this country called the United Kingdom of Baisos, but from the Shang and Zhou Republic in the east. More than 20 years ago, there was a rebellion war in the southwest of the Shang and Zhou Republics that lasted for nearly ten years, and many local people fled with their families to neighboring countries, and a large part of them were stranded in the refugee camps on the border of Baisos, where Dio was born, but his biological parents died soon after he was born due to the harsh living conditions in the refugee camp, and Dio was lucky enough to be adopted by the Garros couple, who were still members of the Baisos army at the time, and the Garross retired from the army and returned to settle in Santa Roita the following year, and then ushered in the birth of Lilia。

The Qiē Garros couple did not hide from their two children, and they have always treated Dio and Lilia equally, and there is no partiality, but the children will always have their own ideas, coupled with the obvious contrast between the brother and sister, the relationship between them is slightly better than that of ordinary friends, of course, in the original trajectory that Dior experienced, after a few months, their brother and sister relationship will completely break down because of an incident, and they have not been reconciled until he died.

Until the caravan arrived, there was no word between the two.

As usual, the two got into the car and found a position in the back, Lilia sat on the inside, and Dior on the outside.

It didn't take long for the seats on the car to be almost seated, and the students who came up were automatically divided into several pieces, chatting happily and laughingly, and some boys always looked at Lilia intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be a little impatient, but after seeing that the only position that could get close to Lilia was firmly occupied by Dior, he could only give up or stare at him with hatred, but he was helpless.

This is the tacit cooperation between Dio and Lilia, as long as they ride home together, this is Dio's duty, and Dio used to be complacent about it - it always makes him happy to see those boys who are much better than him can only be deflated by ordinary boys like him.

The caravan is actually the part of the front of the caravan that originally drove the horse with a car head, but this power is much larger, making the caravan part behind it much longer than a few years ago, and some better modifications have been made, so that more students can sit.

The car started. After observing the situation in the car, Dior turned his face sideways and looked out the window at the scenery.

The streets were gray and white, and they looked rather clean, which he could not have seen as a child, when the streets were public latrines used by all kinds of livestock to excrete, but this changed with the introduction of a ban on large unregistered livestock into the city, the introduction of mechanically powered vehicles, and a vigorous improvement of urban sanitation, of course, without the efforts of those who kept preaching the arrival of the Second Industrial Revolution in the newspapers, although most of them were in the business of doing so.

The streets are lined with neatly arranged black street lamps, there are special inspectors responsible for refueling and lighting the lamps, and it is said that scientists have invented something called electric lights, which can be illuminated with electricity, and if it can be popularized, then not only will this troublesome oil-fired street lamp be completely eliminated, but many other aspects will undergo a huge transformation - for this Dior firmly believes that among the things that he knows will happen in the future, the number of electric lights in the city will become more and more inevitable.

Just like those gray and white cement buildings on the side of the road, don't look like it is dark at night now, but in the future, those buildings will emit a soft light at night, pointing out the direction for those who go home.

"I heard you were called in by Lady Christina today?" Lilia asked suddenly.

"Hmm. Dio nodded, "I did something wrong in class. ”

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay. ”

"Well, you can pay attention to yourself in the future. Lilia turned her head to look out the window, ending the conversation.

Dio smiled absently and stopped talking.

The speed of the caravan is not fast, and it is faster than walking, but it is better to be safe and safe, which is undoubtedly the most important thing for the college.

By the time Dio and Lilia got home, it was completely dark.

Their home is in a concrete building, which is a little dark inside and outside at night, and there are only two residents on each floor, which seems quite quiet.

The siblings walked down the narrow stairwell to the door of the house on the third floor, opened the door, changed their shoes in the hallway, and then walked into the living room.

"Dad, Mom, we're back. ”

"Well, it's back. ”

On the sofa in the living room sat a middle-aged man reading a newspaper, with a flat head and beard, a straight back, and a military style of his own, this is Dior's adoptive father, Angelo Garros. He looked up at the siblings, nodded, said hello, and continued to read his newspaper.

Hearing the movement in the living room, Naya Garros, another member of Dior's family, who was busy in the kitchen, said loudly: "Children, you go and rest for a while, and then the meal will be served." ”

"Okay. ”

Christian Dior returned to his room, put away his personal belongings, took off his school uniform, and changed into his home clothes.

His room was small, with a wooden bed, a desk, and a wardrobe taking up most of the room's space, and barely leaving a walkway in and out. In fact, Dior's bedroom was originally converted from the original study, and it is normal for the space to be a little cramped, you must know that before the age of ten he still slept with Lilia on the bunk bed in the same bedroom, and only after the two began to realize the difference between genders, he moved to this room.

After he graduated from college and worked, he rarely came back to live here, and at this time he looked at this familiar room, although the living environment was far less than his future residence, but every time he returned to this room, a warm and comfortable feeling that can only be found here would surround him, this is the taste of family affection, and there will be no other place.

Slowly scanning the room, he came to the desk, his gaze shifting to a brown picture frame on the table. In the frame is a black-and-white family photo of him when he was eight years old, in which he tries to keep a straight face and pretend to be an adult, while Lilia pouts as if complaining that he has robbed him of the most prominent spot in the middle, and the Garross couple stand on either side of the child with a gentle smile on their faces.

Looking at the photo, Dior couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and stroke it, and the corners of his mouth also curved in a pleasant arc.