: Fourth Year Story 001, Newsboy

It's the New Year of the year again, and the brand-new wind blows Sand City seems to have completely recovered from last year's water cut. The city has regained its vitality. Not only that, the rain in the desert city has become more abundant. Even the lake was filled with clear rain again in just a month, and the whole place was overflowing with fresh water. breath.
The shops on the street reopened, and the ruddy-faced people rushed to tell each other. The college has also resumed courses, and the students who had to spend their time at home last year are now returning to school.
After finishing the one-day course, students in twos and threes began to gather in various open-air tea restaurants of the college, enjoying the delicious black tea, while discussing the inexplicable drought last year, trying to explain it. .
"Huh! Anyway, it's really lucky. It seems that God still hasn't abandoned us, but continues to care for us."
"Well, it does make sense. But it is not so much a god's credit, it should be said that the meteorologists in our country are good enough. Originally I thought they said that it would rain and it would be just a joke, but I didn't expect it to be true. of!"
"Hey, in order to invest in people who can survive all day only by reporting the weather forecast, the Goodsey family has invested a lot of money. For the empire, the Goodsey family has done everything possible."
"That said, now that we are in such a good weather, don't we have to thank the Goodside family for their foresight?"
"Hahaha! Yes! You think so! But your Majesty is also a powerful person, so a large sum of money was signed all at once. Presumably, your Majesty doesn't want to have another drought."
"Ok.………………"
"Huh? What's wrong with you?"
"Shhh, keep it quiet. There are two beggars standing behind you, bow your heads, don't meet their eyes, lest they come and ask you for money."
In the elegantly decorated tea restaurant, at this moment two children who are completely disproportionate to the surrounding environment came in. A boy about thirteen or four years old is holding a little girl about three or four years old. The boy's hands and feet were all tied with heavy fetters, and he slowly walked through the outdoor cafes.
The indifferent expression is incompatible with the beautiful scenery now in spring. Although the clothes on him and the little girl were all clean, they still couldn't make up for the worn-out clothes. Those who were seated in the tea restaurant were all aristocratic children, suddenly seeing such a person appear, immediately lost their appetite.
After the two people walked into the preparation room at the back, the peace and elegance of the past were restored in the tea restaurant. But there were still a few young aristocrats who couldn't understand it, scorned at the back, and said--
"It's a pity that the drought didn't kill such people."
"That's right, now the weather is going well, but let him take advantage of it and come here to wander around after drinking. I really don't know why this kind of person can stay in the college, but the principal doesn't drive him away."
After lamenting the behavior of the odd-thinking principal, these elegant nobles once again began a beautiful life of teasing. Add a touch of luxurious warmth to this early spring afternoon with a little coolness.
"Ahhhhh~~~"
Little Bread pulled the idiot's sleeve, and opened his mouth to spit out a few unclear words. When the idiot lowered her head to look at her, the little girl curiously pointed to the little cake placed in the display freezer next to her.
"Yeah? Uhhhhhhhhhhhh~?"
The delicate little slice cake is decorated with strawberries. The bunny shape made with cream makes this piece of cake even more attractive, like a piece of art. But after tracing the cakes, the idiot didn't even pause, walked directly into the preparation room, and came to the store manager.
"Is that you? The one responsible for delivering the paper today."
Due to the severe drought last year, some of the children who were responsible for delivering the morning and evening papers to the various dormitories of the college moved out, making it understaffed. As a result, he continues to be responsible for afternoon tea at the front door of this tea restaurant, and now he is responsible for delivering newspapers.
Obviously, the store manager is very dissatisfied with the extra work arranged by this "upper policy". The subsidies given by the college are rarely excluded, and now they have to bear twice the usual workload. Finally, he talked to Campa and sent someone from the academy with very little money to help. But what he didn't expect was that such a beggar was sent?
The store manager looked at the idiot from above to below, then looked at the bun on the side, and also looked at her from above to toes. Although he didn't expect much of the good staff that Campa would send, at least he shouldn't be a beggar, right? Let others know that the back door of this elegantly decorated tea restaurant is already discounted enough to distribute newspapers. Now tell others that the newspaper distributor is not even a civilian, but a beggar?
The store manager threw the address sheet in his hand on the table next to him. A normal person will never go to a beggar, and he is still a fool who you call him an idiot and he will promise you more to communicate. Therefore, he only left a simple explanation-
"Send before 6 o'clock."
After that, it turned around and walked into the restaurant, and directed the attendants who were somewhat educated although they were studying for work.
"Limited time? Hey, interesting."
Dimmie opened his blood pupils, looked at the stacks of skyscraper-like newspapers in front of the idiot, and sneered--
"New year's new tricks, is it now stipulated that the newspaper must be delivered within 3 hours? This is a very strong test for speed and resilience. Especially if you must continue to wear these restraints."
The idiot picked up the address bar on the table and flipped it casually. It is roughly estimated that the address to be sent includes more than a thousand newspapers including the entire Divine Grace. If it is a person, it may not be an easy task to run this large academy, which is almost equal to a quarter of the size of the sand city in three hours.
Dimie sneered, while the idiot lonely and silently picked up a bag of about three hundred newspapers. Compared with his body, this bag is really too big. But when he weighed the weight and wanted to get another bag, he saw that the bun had already run over there, and put his two small arms through the strap of the bag like an idiot, and made a request. The action of backing up.
"Ahhh~~~!"
Of course, the heavy package cannot be moved by this little girl. She tried to leaned forward, but the weight of her bag still pulled her back. After trying several times, this girl finally learned to give up. But just when the idiot thought she would leave, the girl grabbed the edge of the bag and jumped in, and got in through the open mouth.
"Oh. Ooh!"
Then, holding three newspapers, she got out of her bag and looked at the idiot with a small giggling face.
The idiot shook his head and reached for the newspapers. But this girl hid her arms around the newspaper. Then he patted the newspapers vigorously, raising his head and whining. The idiot finally squatted down after thinking for a moment.
"......You, want to help?"
"Ah!"
Bun nodded vigorously.
Dim off: "Hehe, congratulations, this girl can already understand what you are saying."
The idiot reached out and stroked the girl's hair. Little Bread enjoyed the experience of being touched by an idiot, and a comfortable cry came out of her mouth inadvertently. But before she finished enjoying it, she suddenly took the newspapers from her arms with her other hand and stuffed them into her bag.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The newspaper in his hand was taken away, and the bun began to reach out desperately to grab it. The two ink-stained hands kept flapping on the idiot's wrists in protest.
Idiots may never pay attention to these small protests. He easily carried the little his back and tied it with a cloth strip. Accompanied by the cry of the little girl, the idiot who was here just now disappeared with a gust of wind.

Coming out of the tea restaurant, the idiot is like an invisible shadow flowing around the corners of the divine grace. Since time is too hasty, he has no time to stay too much. He ran in those alleys that only he knew, suddenly rushed out of the alley, flashed into the teaching building, put the newspaper on the desk of the faculty office, and then flashed out immediately.
Three hours, more than a thousand copies. The sun gradually turned west, and the golden light of dusk began to cover every avenue in the college. Calculating the time, there is still about half an hour before the final time limit. After the idiot stuffed the last newspaper in his hand into the designated room of a certain student dormitory, he immediately rushed back to the tea restaurant to receive the last 100 newspapers .
"Ah!"
The little girl who had always been sitting on the back of an idiot suddenly cried when she saw that the last newspaper in the cafe was running out. Her two little hands slapped the idiot's neck, and touched the slight sweat from his forehead.
"Don't move."
The idiot ignored the little girl, only helped her a bit and picked up the newspaper bag again and rushed out quickly. Following the instructions on the address bar, he soon arrived at another dormitory building, took out the newspaper, and prepared to stuff it into the mailbox at the entrance of the dormitory building.
"Ah! Woo~~~!"
Seeing this, Little Bread finally started to move. She tried hard to stretch out her two small hands and jumped over the shoulders of the idiot to reach for the newspapers. These actions of him were seen in the eyes of idiots, which made him feel a little inexplicable. After thinking for a moment, he put the little the ground and squatted in front of her.
"No, interrupt my work."
The idiot sullenly nodded Bun's forehead seriously.