: The second year story 004, suspicious

The bread screamed twice, which seemed to be hungry. The idiot took a very serious expression, took out the compressed oatmeal, soaked a bowl of oatmeal, and placed it in front of the bread.
"Woo~~~! Ah~~~~!"
The little girl happily held the spoon and ate it with big mouthfuls. The idiot looked at this girl's carefree expression, her cold eyes slowly closed...
He cannot leave here.
No matter how dangerous this college is, he can't leave.
There is food and a place to live. He only needs to wear these restraints on his body and pay a little labor every day to get all of this without risking his life. Life here is so comfortable. This kind of comfortable life is not only for oneself, but also for bread.
That woman... princess.
As long as she doesn't come to provoke herself or get close to herself, everything will be fine.

For a person who has lived on the edge of life and death since childhood, what is the concept of being in peace?
Now, there is such a person to verify this law.
Quirin was holding a stack of books in her hands, her short dazzling golden hair gleaming in the afternoon sun. The clothes on her body are still not expensive materials, but they are clean and tidy. The upper body is wearing a brown long-sleeved tube sweater, and the lower body is wearing a blue step skirt. Unlike the past, she wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. Compared with the laziness before, she now looks more energetic and more charming.
This university student of literature and art hummed a small song and walked on the path in the D area of ​​the dormitory. This is specially provided for lower grade students, of course it is not her dormitory. And the reason why she didn't belong here at all came here not as a student, but as a teacher.
Walk forward, leave the beautifully constructed dormitory buildings, and enter the corner hidden by weeds, trees and bushes. In the middle of the two big trees, she found the small wooden house, her destination.
"Huh, I finally found it. This home is really wow!!!"
suddenly! A crossbow arrow flew out of the bush next to it in an instant, and it flew past Quilin's nose. If it weren’t for Quirin’s response, I’m afraid this crossbow arrow would immediately penetrate his head!
"This... what's going on?"
Quirin was clutching her heart, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose almost fell off. Shocked by the crossbow, she involuntarily took a step backwards. And this time she finally felt it, her heel seemed to touch something like a thin thread, and it broke...
At this time, three crossbow arrows shot out from the bushes on the front, and their speed surprised Quilin again. Inevitable, she quickly threw down the textbook in her hand, pulled out the three throwing knives in the knife bag with her backhand, and swung out against the crossbow arrows. With three pops, she finally avoided the unknown. The ending of being killed.
"Are there any traps?!"
After two losses, Quirine stopped moving. She drew out the flying knife from the knife bag, paying attention to the surrounding situation. The surroundings are very quiet...the silence in this small bush can almost swallow any sound. After taking a deep breath, Quirin pulled one of the four throwing knives in his left hand and threw it to the ground in front.
The knife plunged into the soil until it reached the handle. Then, the second one, the third one, and the fourth one. Those flying knives flew out at regular intervals until they reached the small wooden house.
There seems to be no trap. Quirine couldn't help but breathe out and touched the sweat on her forehead. She is here to be a qualified teacher! If those who don't understand are killed by these traps, then those who don't know how to die are too unjust.
Putting away the knife and picking up the textbook, Quilin walked along the ground where the flying knife had been inserted, and came to the cabin.
"This room is really dilapidated. Although I have imagined it a long time ago, it is still beyond my imagination. Huh? Why does he pull up the curtains in broad daylight? The windows are also closed, so that the air and the sun are not permeable. , Okay?"
Quirine shook her head, and when she was about to knock on the door, she suddenly found a gap near the middle of the door, probably because of the flaws in the door's manufacture.
"Is that little idiot in there?"
Quirin smiled and helped the glasses on the bridge of her nose. She bent down, moved her right eye to the place where the gap was the largest, and looked inside.
What she saw was a dark crossbow arrow. The arrow is facing his own eyes.
There is no sign, no sounding, and no trigger. The crossbow arrow shot out at this moment, and shot into Quilin's eyes.
Slap.
The glasses flew up, and a crossbow arrow made of sharpened branches was embedded in the broken lens. The powerful propelling force flew through the air with the glasses, and fell into the distant grass after two laps.
Quirine sat slumped on the ground, her feet soft and her shoulders trembling involuntarily. If it weren't for her on a whim today and put on a pair of flat glasses... Then what is she like now?
Just thinking about it, the girl couldn't help but sweat cold and her lips turned pale.
"………………Failed."
Open the door. A boy with eyes wrapped in frost appeared in front of Quilin. He backhand pulled down the simple crossbow made of tree stems and rattan inside the gate, walked out of the cabin, and recovered the trapped crossbow that had been broken. Of course, he also took out the glasses shot through by an arrow from the grass and returned to Quilin's side.
"Unfortunately, my defense system is still imperfect. I can't really kill the enemy."
Quilin sat on the ground, breathing still fast. But after hearing the idiot's remarks, the surprise in her heart finally subsided...
Yes, it died down. The anger subsided.
"Hey! What the is going on?"
The idiot entered the house, placed the crossbow and arrow on the table, and began to make repeated gestures, saying: "The first two are automatic traps. If someone is not knocked down by this automatic trap, they will definitely take precautions. If traps are used in the future, the success rate will be very low."
"But on the other hand, since both are automatic traps, this will give people the inertia of thinking that the next thing is automatic traps. On the contrary, the success rate of using manual traps will increase. So I was guarding behind the door and seeing that the light under the door crack was blocked, I knew there was someone standing outside the door, so I started the crossbow."
"No! I am not asking this! I am asking why you set up a trap!"
Quirine strode in and put all the books in her hands on the table. At this time, Little Bread was sitting on the bed holding an iron cup, drinking water bit by bit, while staring at Idiot and Quilin with those big green eyes.
The idiot stepped forward, took out a clean cloth from the sleeve of the bread, wiped her mouth, and said coldly, "Because someone wants to kill me."
"Want to kill you?" At this moment, Quilin was stunned for a moment, "Who is going to kill you? Who dare to kill in the divine grace, what is the origin of the other party? No, more importantly, why do you feel that you were killed? "
"Someone wants to kill me, I can only tell you this." The idiot continued with a baby bottle in one hand and a crossbow arrow in the other. "In order to protect myself, I must set up traps."
Quilin sighed and shook her head: "I said you, the wind blowing sand city is an imperial city. Although the security here is not the best in the whole sad continent, it is still a first-class. You only need to be in the academy, I can guarantee that no one can kill you. Do you think that our teachers and Principal Campa’s strengths are all frauds?"
Regarding Quilin’s answer, the idiot was noncommittal:
Too naive. To kill a person does not necessarily require a strong strength. Poisoning, traps, drugs, disguised accidents. At any moment there will be dangers that can kill me. For example... …"
With that said, the idiot moved the bread behind her, and her right hand pretended to hold the bread. In fact, she had already used her small body to hide the right hand that she was holding Dimie, and her cold pupils turned around
"Why are you here now?"
Quirine shook her head, and she had nothing to say about the child who was persecuted and delusional in front of her. After taking two deep breaths and letting the anger in her heart calm down for a while, she picked up the book that had just been placed on the table and threw one at the idiot.
"then."
The idiot caught it with his left hand. It was an art textbook. Open it, and the name "Xingli Rooney Answer" is written on the back of the cover. The book is used, but it is kept very well. It can be seen that its original owner loves it very much. When I turned the book to the pages where each famous painting was posted, I could see a line of graceful handwriting with the owner's comment under the painting. Among them, there are also some of the owner's thinking and understanding of this painting.
"…………what is this."
After the idiot flipped through it quickly, he looked at Quilin warily.
Quirin sat on the stool talking to herself, showing a very lazy appearance again, and yawned and said, "It's my thanks to you. You did the same thing about the last time Dai Lao killed Trit. Are you there? Although you failed to kill him, you also wounded him. I am very grateful for that."
The idiot held the bread and pulled it back, leaning against the wall, without saying a word. He wanted to know what exactly the phrase "thank you" meant, and whether there were other hidden meanings in this woman's words.