Chapter 143: .【Fan Wai】Yue Er Yao (Southern Group)

"Your Excellency Count Crono, Deputy Chief of Staff:
I arrived in Baigang early in the morning and formally moved into Ferry Manor, everything was normal. It was learned in the afternoon that the teaching may be extended to October, and the return date is uncertain. I hereby apply to postpone the entrance ceremony of the Boy Scout Preparatory Class..."
After the hot day, the summer night in the harbor will always make people feel particularly cool. Every new visitor has a better understanding of this. Agitated by the endless waves, the soft moonlight was sent to the open glass window, and the rustle of pen across the paper wafted in the quiet small room.
This is a typical coastal residence. It is full of white sandstone, and there are many beautifully patterned shells hanging on the wall. The bed cabinets are made of alloy and coated with thick waterproof paint. The only wooden furniture is the simple teak table and chairs on the inner wall. Up.
Virut Krono’s small figure is sitting behind the desk, wearing a neat white shirt and shorts with suspenders. His pink face is full of serious expressions, plus a short silver hair that looks like a toy. Those beautiful and delicate porcelain dolls in the workshop.
With the dim light above his head, he was struggling to hold the pure gold pen that was much longer than his palm, and he was writing letters to its original holder.
He is only six and a half years old this year, and logically speaking, he is far from the age to go out alone. It’s just that, sometimes things always go so far as you can’t predict...
Before the visit of his current teacher, the Protestant elder who always wore a white robe, life was still a quiet little pond. He completed his kindergarten studies step by step and successfully joined the Boy Scouts reserve. This was his only expected goal this year. He never expected to experience any storms.
However, at this moment, he is already in Baigang, hundreds of kilometers away from home, sitting in this humblely decorated hut. In order to relieve his loneliness, he even used unfamiliar official accents to give his rigid and ruthless father. write a report.
His father has always been strict with him, and sometimes it makes people feel extremely harsh and unkind. But he seemed to be able to get used to all this by nature, never complained about it, and tried his best in everything. Perhaps it was because of his precociousness that was so extraordinary that he finally made up his mind to take advantage of the summer vacation to send him here alone to receive the unfathomable teacher's teaching...
Three powerful knocks came from outside the door.
"Please come in." Verut replied without raising his head. He wrote hurriedly, signed the date and his name, put it in a cowhide envelope, and then looked back and saw a young man who looked like a nobleman standing by the fan. In front of the carved iron door. He was wearing a silk robe embroidered with purple leaf patterns, a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his face was sharp and thin. His gentle scholar's appearance made people feel unconscious at first sight.
"Good evening, the future little earl." The visitor greeted the short wooden staff in his hand, with a perfect aristocratic smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Good evening, Lord Evil Eye...Is there anything going on?" The young boy stood up and saluted respectfully.
This young gentleman was also a disciple who followed the teacher, but he didn't know the origin of the other party or his real name. Both are nobles, the two have also met several times before, and it seems that they should get along more harmoniously. Just thinking of the other party's codename-Evil Eye, he felt like a monster in the fairy tale that his mother had told him, and he couldn't feel close.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you to rest. It happened suddenly, even I didn't expect that this kid would come within the scheduled time, but it's really rare..." The evil eye chuckled inexplicably and turned sideways. He took his cane and compared it to the door, "According to the instructions of the elder, he very much hopes that you two can meet as soon as possible."
Velut took the opportunity to look at it. The corridor was not lit, and there were black holes. Only a pair of blue eyes floated in the air. The wolf looked at him fiercely.
Although the teacher had told him that a new classmate would come, but he seemed to have forgotten to remind him that the other person seemed to be a very unfriendly person... The little earl was a little surprised, but he was not deterred by the obvious provocative look. Following the etiquette of the nobility, he hung up a smile and made a gesture of inviting in: "If you have missed a long way, please come in first."
But the blue eyes stayed where they were, as if they hadn't heard it, and didn't take the invitation from the stranger seriously. Evil Eye raised his left hand to make a fist, and coughed a few times on his lips, the blue pupils turned a little arc and slanted him a few times, and then slowly moved forward, entering this piece silently. A space shrouded in light.
This new student looked imposing in the dark, but he did not expect that he was just a thin boy, he was about six or seven years old, he was wearing a sloppy linen blouse, unfit canvas trousers hurriedly on his knees, his head covered. Gray-blue tousled hair almost covered his eyes—the dress seemed to be no different from ordinary country kids.
As soon as he stepped into the light, he stopped walking forward, leaning against the iron gate, leaning on the side of the iron gate, leaving one foot in the dark, seeming to be nostalgic for the shadow, and squinted his eyes to face him rudely The younger and the younger two swept back and forth, looking very impatient.
"Syker Lup..." Evil Eye seemed to be very satisfied with the boy's performance. He stretched out his left hand gracefully and introduced it to Virut with a smile on his face. "Baigang is a native born, seven years old, talented Excellent'good boy'. In the next period of time, he will participate in various courses with you...I hereby hope that you can get along well."
After he said this, it seemed as if the mission had been achieved, he immediately turned his head back, and cast a warning look at the sloppy boy with his back to Verut, before leaving the room with a perfect smile on his face.
The sound of leather boots faded away, leaving the two young boys in the room who met for the first time silently looking at each other.
As a host, Virut consciously has an obligation to entertain him, but unfortunately the room is simple, and there is no extra tea set and cup. He looked around and could only move the only chair behind him forward with great effort, learning the way his father treats guests, waving his hand solemnly and saying: "Your Excellency Lupp, underneath is Virut Krono. , From Star City, it’s a great honor to meet for the first time... please sit down and talk in detail."
He imitated the communication etiquette of the adult world, and chose to ignore the dirty dress, but unfortunately the standard posture of this little nobleman did not arouse the slightest interest in the answer.
Saiker glanced at his finely crafted white shirt with disdain, reached out his hand and took out a slender lady's cigar from the small belt on the waist, stuffed it casually into his mouth, tilted his head and shouted: "Hey, they said you want to with the little master, do you know what the little master does!"
Virut looked at his stubborn appearance and disliked him even more, but he kindly reminded him: "You put the cigar upside down."
The sloppy young man was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand to turn the cigar straight, then suddenly stopped his hand and opened his eyes, screaming fiercely: "Nonsense, the little master deliberately, can you manage it!"
The child's shrill voice echoed in the corridors, sounding non-threatening.
This person obviously did something wrong, and he still insisted on not admitting it. He really didn't look like a good student...Virut felt that he couldn't talk with such a person at all, so he ignored the other person and turned around to put the kraft paper on the table. The envelope was glued and stamped with the family's exclusive fire lacquer. When I looked back, the country boy named Saiker had been lying on his neat sheets without taking off his shoes. He was dangling his cigar and cocked his feet, comfortable. Full.
He had never seen such a rude guy. He looked at the mud imprints that could not be ignored. His brows were frowned, but he didn't want to turn his face with him on the first day of enrollment. He held back his anger and shouted: "Where did you get this? dirty?"
"From where? Hey, say it to scare you!" Saiker didn't care if he was angry, staring at the uneven ceiling, his lazy expression was like a cat with a full face after a full meal, "Little master, I just Kill someone and come back, kill someone! Do you know someone!"
Suddenly he jumped up and stood on the head of the bed, trying to open his mouth to reveal the sharp tiger teeth, put on a fierce expression, made a knife with his right hand, and quickly swiped his neck back and forth several times, seemingly full of momentum. But once it was paired with the laid-down lady's cigar that hadn't been lit, it really couldn't hide the funnyness.
"Oh..." Verut looked at him at the moment, and the look in his eyes was almost the same as looking at an idiot. He didn't want to say more, and coldly stabbed him, "That's amazing."
"You know how great you are!" Saiker didn't hear the sarcasm in the other party's words at all. He consciously subdued the little brother, leaned back on the bed, and boringly peeled off the cigar like a candy. "Little master, I don't accept confiscated guys, hey, what are your abilities?"
"ability?"
"Yes, there is one of Xiaoye's who can set fire, will you?"
"……will not."
The scruffy boy was a little disappointed, he spit the cigar fragment he had bitten out on the bed casually, rolled his eyes and then asked: "Then you can build something? Cannon? Bomb-bomb? Bang bang bang!"
He was afraid that the other party didn't know what a bomb was, so he deliberately learned the sound of the explosion a few times.
"...No." Virut managed to hold back the twitch of his mouth, and simply rolled his head, not wanting to see the guy with the broken head.
Now Saiker's eyes showed strong contempt, staring at him for a long time, and finally asked: "Will you have a pet?"
"……will not."
"It's a waste! Go away, I don't want you!" He finally lost his patience, and leaned comfortably on the pillow with his cigar again, his eyes closed, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the "useless guy" ".
When Verut heard that he dared to call himself "trash", he couldn't help being angry. The descendants of the dignified Krono family will never be abused! He planned to teach this guy a lesson, staring and turning his head, the sloppy boy on the bed was sleeping so much that he was purring, and he meant to occupy his bed.
"Get up! Stand at attention!" He scowled, learning from his father's majestic expression, but the soft voice of the child couldn't wake him up.
As a "little soldier" about to enter the Boy Scout Reserve, he didn't want to attack a sleeping person, so he could only hold his breath, pat the metal bedboard a few times, hide his painful little hand behind his back, and lift his head up. Looking down at the idiot proudly: "Get up, don't you want to know my ability?"
"Um..." the boy in his sleep mumbled vaguely.
"Tell you, my ability is to study schoolwork and exams! I'm not afraid to scare you when I say it. I have finished all primary school subjects. If it's not for my age, I can take the national military academy's middle school exam and become a student corporal!"
"Um... exams? What exams?" Saiker seemed to be recalled a little by the word, and looked over with sleepy eyes.
"Of course it is the examination of various subjects, Chinese, mathematics, history..." As Virut was about to list the subjects he had studied, he heard a disdainful grunt: "What the is it, fools learn it!"
"That's true, aren't you a'fool'!" The little earl suddenly paused and gave a more contemptuous glance. "You don't really think that the elder asked you to come here to learn and set fire? "
This unceremonious taunt finally made Saiker wake up, staring at him for a long time, and nodded if he was aware of it: "You said that, it seems... Evil Eye really said it just now. What kind of study, course or something..."
"Bah!" When he said that, his brows were suddenly erected, and he jumped up, spitting out most of the remaining cigar on the bed, and went straight to the iron gate without looking back.
"Which lied to Xiaoye! Xiaoye shouldn't do anything to study or take an exam! Go to hell!"
An angry curse came from the corridor, and he quickly disappeared.
Verut stood dumbfounded by the bed, staring at the open iron door, and was too late to say anything that was blocked by this startled guy.
After Sekor left, no sound came from outside the door.
He glanced down at the messy bed, he could only sigh, puffed up his face and cleaned it up. Fortunately, he has long been accustomed to militarized life management. Although he was young, he was absolutely unambiguous when taking care of his daily housework, and he quickly changed new sheets quickly.
He folded the set of dirty sheets neatly and placed them in the iron cabinet next to the door, and then looked back at the dark and silent corridor, thinking of the neurotic "idiot" classmate, but felt that this unexpected encounter was real. It was terrible.
As the night darkened, he didn't want to be broken in by that nasty guy anymore. He closed the iron door again, closed the lock carefully, then pulled the wooden chair back to the desk and sat down, calmed down for a while, and took it again. Out of a piece of thin white paper, I wrote the second letter to my family:
"Dear mother:
I have arrived in Baigang, and the road is smooth.
Just like what you said here, there are so many interesting things, I don’t know where to start. I’d better record it first and tell you when I get home.
The teacher has prepared a place to stay and study for me. He told me that I have been very busy lately and the schedule will change frequently and it is likely to be postponed, so I will probably be able to go home a while later.
The people here treat me very well. The teacher was afraid that I would not be used to being alone, so he specially found a boy about my age to study with me, although that person was a bit...special.
Anyway, in these two months of vacation, I still hope to get along well with him. But before that, at least, I have to teach him to take a bath every day..."