: The first year story 044, idiots only need bread

The idiot's hand trembled. From his cold face, he couldn't tell whether it was due to excitement or anger. He stared at Campa in front of him, and saw him sipping high-end wine while flipping through the books in his hands, seemingly not caring about everything outside.
With no choice, the idiot's eyes gradually closed. He turned around, stepped, and slowly moved towards the door...
"Why, you think I'm cruel?"
Principal Campa lifted his eyes from the book and looked at the back of the idiot with an indifferent attitude. The idiot didn't answer him, just continued to move forward.
"But I also know that it is impossible to raise a child like you, a beggar who can hardly support himself. After all, this child is my student’s child. If it is not too busy and too troublesome, I don’t want to see her die prematurely. Um...I have an idea."
Principal Campa closed the book, put his hands on his chest, and said every word--
"I will arrange a place for you in the college, so that you can raise her quietly there. At the price, you have to become a handyman in the college, complete the various tasks I have given you, and work hard. Earn upbringing fees to raise her. How?"
The idiot stopped. He turned his head and looked at Principal Campa across the table with a pair of suspicious eyes. Seeing those cold eyes, Principal Campa was also the first person who did not turn his head immediately. He stared at the idiot quietly, waiting for his answer...
"...What good are you doing this way."
There is no pie in the sky, and no one will give you a place for no reason and give you enough money to live. The idiot understands the conspiracy behind those "good intentions," and he always maintains absolute caution for anything he gets for no reason.
"Benefits?" Principal Campa seemed stunned at first, but soon, he understood something and let out a sneer again, "I just said that this child is the child of my student. This is what I asked you to do. One of the reasons for staying. In addition, as I just said, you will be a handyman and participate in school work. Do you think the jobs I gave you will be easy and the speed of making money will be fast? ?"
"No, I will let you do the dirtiest and most tiring work that no one wants to do. You will have the worst working environment and inferior status, and the poorest salary is almost equal to zero. This is what you have to pay. The price is also the benefit I can get. Come on, let's decide. Should I stay? Or take the baby girl with me now?"
The idiot lifted the baby girl's body slightly to make her sleep more comfortable. Facing Principal Campa’s straightforward malice, he thought for a while...
On the one hand, it is a wandering life that may die at any time.
On the one hand, although it will be very hard, there is still more or less a place to live, a life that can be done by a fixed job.
For this baby...Which way is better?
"I stayed."
Without any hesitation, the idiot nodded. Principal Campa snorted again and waved his hand to signal him to go out first. Just when the idiot was holding the baby girl and turning around to leave the principal’s room, Principal Campa asked again—
"By the way, you are going to raise this baby girl. Don't you want to give her a better name?"
Before the idiot walked to the door, he looked down at the baby girl in his arms, and he couldn't help but recall the scene of the first encounter with her, and also the first contact between him and this girl...
"bread."
"What?" Principal Campa thought he had misheard for a while and asked.
"Her name is "Bread"."
(Dark off: Ha! Interesting, really funny name! Idiots and bread? Idiots only need bread? Hahahaha!)
Principal Campa flicked the rim of the wine glass. In the soft sound, he seemed to understand something, and asked again—
"Then, I have to investigate your identity. What is your father's name?"
"robber."
"...What's your mother's name?"
"Bitch."
"what's your name?"
"moron."
The door closed, and the thin figure disappeared behind the door. From this moment on, in addition to the enthusiastic students, a baby girl named "Bread" and a boy named "Idiot" were added to the Royal Academy of Divine Grace.

If something is to be called a house, what elements does it need to constitute? A roof, a door, plus a wall and a window? Well, to put it another way, if a house has all the above elements, but it stands amidst many messy weeds and trees that have not been trimmed for a long time, almost completely deserted, the surface is covered with vines. If the roof tiles and walls are all tattered and ventilated... Is that a house?
When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shines through the twilight and shines into the Royal Academy of Divine Grace, in an extremely remote corner of the Academy, there is such a thing called a house. It's just a small, overgrown walkway from the luxurious student dormitories, beautiful leisure and entertainment plazas, student cafes and other buildings. But the difference in this situation still makes people sigh.
Yes, this is indeed inside the college. And this house that seems to collapse at any time, at this moment, its windows are gently opened.
The dust accumulated after being sealed for too long rises at this moment. Under the rays of the rising sun, the dust looked particularly eye-catching. The idiot waved his hand, and after waving the ash out the window, he retracted his head.
Yesterday, Principal Campa gave him such a place. Since it was getting late, in order to save the almost poor lamp oil here, the idiot hurriedly cleaned it and then hugged the baby girl to sleep. He got up early today, and he knew what the environment was like when he looked at the sunlight through the window.
The floor is wooden. Weeds have grown in the cracks, adding a touch of green to the room. In the center of a room measuring less than 20 square meters, there is a table with a broken foot. On the left side of the door is a tattered cupboard. Apart from dust, only some cockroaches live in it. In addition, there is a water tank full of spider webs on the left and a set of stoves that look similarly tattered.
There is a bed at the back of the room. What doesn't match this small room is that this bed actually smells like a double bed. The wide and large bed board squeezed out a large part of the room. There was no bedding on it, only the same rotten wooden board was simply laid on it, and then some grass was covered.
These are all the furnishings in this room.
The idiot got up, tiptoedly picked up the sleeping bread and walked to the door. He opened the door and let the fresh air into the room in the early morning. Although the weeds and trees all around looked dirty, the fresh air couldn't be faked.
At this moment, the genius has just dawned. The idiot held the bread, let her breathe in the morning air, and walked back to the hut again.
"Well, from today, this is our residence?"
Dimming opened his eyes, and red pupils circled the room.
"But as far as the residence is concerned, it's really bad. It seems that a major renovation is needed. No! Why do you need to renovate? By the way, there is a problem with that guy letting you live in this place! Boy, if you are early Listen to me and throw that girl aside, we might have lived at the top of that castle now, and by our side there are young and beautiful princesses from more than 100 countries serving you naked!"
The idiot didn't pay attention to this, and along the way, he has gradually got used to the "crazy talk" of this sword. Those things are idiotic dreams to ordinary people, let alone a beggar who has nothing? As before, for him, "living" is always the most realistic dream and the best thing within his power.
There was no drop of water in the water tank. The idiot took the bucket and walked out and turned left. A well covered with ivy appeared in front of him. He pushed aside the vine, put down the bucket, and hit half of the bucket on the water. He took the half bucket of water back to the room and put it on the floor, then sat next to the bucket with the bread in his arms, looking directly at the water inside.
The water is shaking. Gradually, the water waves are no longer messy and become like a mirror.
…………………………
The blood pupil opened, looked at the bucket of water, then at the idiot, and suddenly asked, "Hey, what are you looking at?"
The idiot's eyes were still staring at the bucket for a long time. Just when Dim Mi thought he was about to remain silent again, the idiot suddenly said, "This water...Can I drink it?"
Blood pupil looked at the liquid in the bucket again, and said, "Really? Do you suspect it is poisonous?"
"Well, this is one aspect. On the other hand..." The idiot stretched out his hand, holding up a pool of clear water, and leaning in front of his eyes, "I don't need Inel, nor Sura to exchange... I need to steal, snatch, cheat... I can... have water to drink?"
At this moment, Dim Mi was connected to the idiot's memory. In that memory, it saw every sip of water that the idiot drank in Northland. It was dirty and rancid water, and the muddy, smelly gutter was the only water he didn't need to grab. If you want clean water, you have to steal money and then buy it. Without money, we must take water from other people's hands. And every snowy day is happy for people who are eager to drink water, because they can eat with big mouthfuls of snow. But because of this, more people will get hypothermia after eating the cold snow, and then weaken their limbs and freeze to death.
At this moment, there was such a bucket of water in front of the idiot. It is clean and clear, no one will rob, let alone steal, rob, or cheat. In this early summer morning, even if it is not heated, the water will be just as delicious and warm. It will not cause hypothermia, let alone freeze to death...