Chapter 353: Drake

Drake didn't like his new stepfather.
He had a feeling that his stepfather would not like him.
As the mother's body became worse and worse, the man also gradually stripped off his camouflage from the past kindness.
No, not to mention any disguise, Drake could clearly understand what this man really is.
Children's eyes are sometimes sharper than adults, and they can better understand the world.
Drake walked into the room carefully, his mother was leaning on the bed and watching TV, her face turned yellow, and he whispered when he saw him return.
He whispered a promise and ran into his own room.
Drake's personality is introverted and he doesn't like to talk much.
He carefully held a huge glass jar with a gift from his kind old grandfather York—a strange creature fished out of the sea, a cute little animal with tentacles.
Drake is a loyal marine animal lover. He has also raised a lot of marine fish, shellfish, corals, and all kinds of strange and weird things from the sea. He has a large sea tank. He must take care of it, which is also Drake's greatest interest.
"So, what the are you?"
Drake originally thought that the "octopus" in an extra large glass bottle might not be able to support himself home, but its vitality was more tenacious than he had imagined.
But put it in the sea fish tank, this little octopus is still the same as before.
Drake did not raise an octopus, but his father did, and was quite content with it.
The father told him that octopus was timid and shy, a marine animal that was difficult to feed.
"Well ... when did my hand break?"
Drake was a little surprised. He had a small wound on the back of his hand. He might have hurt the baby when he put the octopus in the water tank. The wound was a little painful, but it was different from the feeling of being stung by a jellyfish. I thought, ran to the bathroom and ran a hand with olive oil.
When he returned to his room, he found the shy little guy, found a coral bush and drilled in. He had no plans to meet with him at all.
Drake didn't care too much about this. He was holding a marine animal identification book and wanted to carefully distinguish what kind of species this small octopus was.

After falling into the night, he fell asleep in bed and soon fell asleep.
After entering dreamland, Drake vaguely had a vague dream. 】
All the sources came from the fiery flame, which cut through most of the sky and fell into the sea with other sparks.
"It" feels like it was born from the depths of the sea, originating from the bottom of the icy and silent world, around the huge abyss of the sea eye, moving towards the edge of darkness.
It was the deepest memory, extremely vague and unfamiliar. When "it" found that his consciousness had recovered, it had moved from the icy ocean floor to the warmer sea.
The scenery on the ocean floor is beautiful and beautiful. The large number of microorganisms brought by the ocean currents make the nearby sea area full of vitality. A large number of coral groves and reefs are growing on the ocean floor, which has become a natural habitat.
Any diver who comes here will be fascinated by this beautiful landscape.
"It" has no energy to take these into account. The beautiful ocean landscape has disappeared in its eyes. Since its birth, the vast environment of the ocean has brought it endless dangers and dilemmas.
Hunger made every cell of it yelling for food. It followed the direction of the school of fish and began a "hunting" journey.
For today's "it", food seems to never be enough, or no matter how much it is eaten, the hunger in my mind cannot be rid of it.
Right now, it is staring at a group of coelacanths. These guys are a rich source of protein-come, let's slowly approach this single coelacanth. We can try to catch it. A coelacanth can guarantee itself. Active for a few hours of energy, they are rich in protein, which is six times that of beef-at this time, slowly approach it from behind, be careful, don't make any sound, bite, it struggles very hard, but it is not useful , Still entangled it with his tentacles, and bite it alive.
"It's crunchy and tastes like chicken!"
Crispy?
Chicken flavor?
What the hell?
A wonderful way of thinking emerged from the mind of "It". These strange thoughts occasionally cause "It" to sometimes become chaotic, but most of the time, "It" does not care too much about this, but continues to move towards the seawater. Troll mid to find more food.
The other coelacanths were frightened and fled the area.
Look at the source from which it is time to find another food.
"It" was thinking like this, while moving its tentacles, and started wandering along the warm ocean currents in the sea water.

Drake gradually woke up. He realized that the alarm clock had been ringing for a long time, and he was almost going to miss school again.
He quickly got up from the bed, passing by the living room downstairs, and found no one at home.
The stepfather probably went to the bar to drink again. It seems that my mother hasn't got up in the morning, so today, just like the day before yesterday, no one will provide him with any breakfast.
Forget it, there is also lunch for learning.
He simply carried his schoolbag on his back and hurriedly rode his bicycle to the school.
Fortunately, he finally arrived in the classroom before class.
Every day's class is quite boring. Drake is very boring. The teacher's story is far less colorful than the marine life illustrated book.
Undersea animals live in a very interesting world, and the world in which he lives is relatively uninteresting.
"Concentrate, Mr. Montes, if you don't want all credits for this semester to be deducted, please listen to me carefully."
"very sorry."
He stood up after being named, his face flushed.
There was a small laugh in the classroom.
"Sit down!"
The teacher waved his whip, and Drake sat down sadly.
However, he felt a tingling in his hands, and Drake lowered his head and looked at his palms. I don't know when the wound was scarred, but the tiny scar was like a light-colored scale.
"Is this ... scales? I must have scales on my hands."
He rubbed his eyes and stared at them carefully, only to find that there was nothing on his hand and the original scars were weirdly gone.
It was as if he had just hallucinated ~ EbookFREE.me ~ or dazzled-there was nothing on the back of Drake's hand.

Snorted.
Drake was shoved into the locker, and he was followed by an unlovable guy in the class.
"Dwarf, didn't I ask you to write my biology class thesis?"
Fat Dak sneered, staying with his classmates, blocking Drake halfway.
"Why didn't this report say a word?"
"... I, I forgot."
"forgotten."
Fat Duck smashed the cabinet with his name in his fist.
"You can't remember your own mind ..."