Lamias had trained her body balance for many years. Even in such a sudden situation, she was able to adjust her body in an instant so that she wouldn't trip.
However, the heel was broken, and it was broken so thoroughly that Lamias felt that the heel wasn't broken by a piece of wood, but by something …
In short, Lamias maintained her smile, elegance, and calmness. As a female teacher, she finally walked to Boss Luo and Miss Maid.
Lamias stretched out her hand to press down the skirt on her buttocks, and then sat down slowly … in a lady's sitting posture.
Miss Maid stood behind Boss Luo expressionlessly. Then she took away the cup that Mr. Pulin used. Soon she came out with a cup of tea and placed it in front of Lamias.
Smile.
The tea was cold.
She didn't even change the cup.
Lamias didn't speak until Miss Maid finished her work. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Mr. Luoqiu, I thought that a powerful magician like you would study science like engineering. I didn't expect you to study the simplest theology."
Was theology simple?
Perhaps for the existence of [Inhuman], theology … mysticism was something that they would come into contact with from the beginning. Compared to the human scholars who studied in the academy according to historical records, it was more realistic to come into contact with them personally.
"I'm not talented in science and engineering," Boss Luo shook his head and said, "Miss Lamias, what's the matter?"
"As a teacher in the academy, I should have the right to care about the extracurricular activities of the students, right?" Lamias blinked and said, "Teachers should put the safety of the students first."
Luoqiu smiled and said, "I'm in the academy. It shouldn't be a big problem."
Lamias said, "That's not necessarily true. Even in the academy, it's not necessarily safe. Have you heard of a school shooting? A few years ago, a student came in with a gun and killed a student. It's very dangerous. "
As an [Inhuman], of course, he wouldn't be afraid of a small pistol in the hands of an ordinary student … This was just a topic to start a conversation.
"Oh?"
But what Lamias didn't expect was that this young manor lord seemed to be really interested and started to ask questions.
Of course, the school shooting that happened a few years ago was real, but Lamias hadn't come to the school to teach at that time, so naturally, she didn't know too much.
"I heard that the student who committed the crime didn't receive the expected punishment because of his mental state … but he was still expelled from the academy."
Obviously, that was all she knew. Furthermore, she only knew about it because she heard it mentioned by other teachers in the academy.
"Miss Lamias, lunch break is over." Miss Maid suddenly reminded him, "As a tutor of the academy, do you need to teach your lovely students in the afternoon?"
"I'm on leave today." Lamias stroked her hair. "Luoqiu, according to the agreement … during this period of time, I can freely move around the town, right?"
"Of course."
Lamias said with a smile, "In that case, my range of movement will be around you … that's fine too, right? After school, do you want to take my car back? Also, the suspension system of my car is very well made, it will be very comfortable. "
"No need." Boss Luo shook his head directly. "I'm used to taking a walk in the town after school, I'm not in a hurry to go back … Besides, we have classes in the afternoon. By the way … "
Boss Luo suddenly left his seat and walked to the cabinet at the side. He took out something and turned around to put it in front of Lamias before continuing, "This is for you, it should be able to deal with the problem of your shoes temporarily."
Looking at the all-purpose glue on the table, Lamias's eyebrows twitched unnaturally … She then picked up the glue and said indifferently, "Since you have classes, I won't disturb you … see you later."
Miss Nun walked quickly at this time because she stepped on the heel of the other side directly and broke it — of course, it was well known that such high heels were naturally uncomfortable to walk in.
"Go to class."
Boss Luo acted as if nothing had happened. He took the servant girl's hand and gently squeezed it, then led her out of [Butterfly Society].
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…
Hospital, outside the door of the ICU.
Mr. Smith had just returned from the shower when he saw a man in a suit sitting on a chair in the corridor outside the intensive care unit.
He was in his twenties … Mr. Smith looked at the man's side profile and felt that he was quite familiar yet strange at the same time.
"You seem to be … a teacher of the college?" At last Mr. Smith recalled a face which he had occasionally seen in the olden days-a customer of his dining-room.
But somehow, Mr. Smith felt that this person seemed to be younger than before … Perhaps it was because of the makeup?
Mr. Smith looked at the man in formal attire and thought thoughtfully.
Mr. Pulin … or Teacher Pulin — Mr. Smith finally remembered the name of this restaurant's regular.
"I'm passing by here." The man in formal attire said with a smile, "I heard that your wife is sick, so I plan to visit her. But it's not convenient to go in."
Mr. Smith opened his mouth … In fact, they weren't familiar with each other. In the limited number of meals they had, they didn't talk much.
They weren't friends, at best, they knew each other — If the man said something like a good friend, Mr. Smith would probably be grateful … but the man's words were a bit abrupt at this time.
"Thank you." Mr. Smith thought for a while and sat down beside the man in formal attire, "Debra will be happy if she knows."
The man in formal attire said, "Yes, when your wife smiles happily, she is the most beautiful person in the world."
Mr. Smith frowned … The tone of the man in formal attire vaguely gave him a strange feeling — but he didn't show it. He just nodded and didn't speak anymore … He didn't take the initiative to speak.
He even hoped that the man could take the initiative to leave and end this sudden encounter.
"I brought some gifts." The man in formal attire looked at Mr. Smith and said, "I hope you can accept them."
Mr. Smith looked at the box that the man had been holding in his hand and putting on his lap — From the beginning when he saw the man in formal attire, he actually noticed the box.
It was a black box wrapped in beautiful patterned paper. This pattern was even a kind of flower that Mr. Smith's wife, Mrs. Debra, liked.
How did he know … Mr. Smith was more confused in his heart, and even frowned.
The man in formal attire said, "I used to be depressed and hesitant. Loneliness almost swallowed me … I suffered countless failures … but your wife's smile saved me. It was a smile that could warm people's hearts. So, please believe me, your wife will be the person I'm most grateful to. She gave me life. "
Mr. Smith couldn't help but be moved. He could feel the sincerity in the man's words.
In front of him, he seemed to see a lonely figure that was worn away by life, walking on the street like an empty shell … Suddenly, a smile saved him who had lost hope in life.
He also had such an experience … when he met his wife.
"I was saved by such a smile before, as if the black and white time was dyed with the color of the rainbow in an instant."
Mr. Smith finally took the gift box from the man in formal attire. He thought for a while and said, "Do you want to see my wife? I can take you in … but only once. "
"No need." The man in formal attire shook his head at this time, "It's enough to be here … Besides, it's the first time to talk to you like this, Mr. Smith. I'll remember it."
"I didn't say anything." Mr. Smith shook his head.
"If there's a chance, I'll come again." The man in formal attire stood up and put on the tall hat at the same time, "Sorry to disturb you today … Sir."
"What a strange guy." Looking at the back of the man in formal attire, Mr. Smith was a little dazed … He shook his head again and then walked into the ICU.
…
After disinfecting and changing into clean clothes, Mr. Smith suddenly glanced at the gift box that was casually put aside when he entered the door.
Perhaps on the day his wife wakes up and opens it herself, it would be a nice gift, wouldn't it?
He hoped that day would come as soon as possible.
He came to the bedside, pulled out his wife's hand from the quilt, and then held it tightly … Mr. Smith began to pray — his wife was a devout believer, and so was he later.
Unconsciously, Mr. Smith lay on the bedside and fell into a deep sleep … He would suddenly fall asleep one or two times a day because of sleepiness.
Maybe because he was too tired … Every time he suddenly fell asleep, Mr. Smith would think so after waking up.
What he didn't know was that every time he fell asleep, someone would gently open the door of the ICU, and then slowly walk in … A man in a white shirt and white gloves.
Looking at the two holding hands, the man in the white shirt … Mr. Pulin showed a gentle smile on his face.
He liked the tranquility and the scene in front of him very much — no doubt.
But in the more than 30 years of life, he had seen countless scenes, but only this ordinary couple had such a feeling of liking.
"Should I also find a partner or something …"
Looking at Mr. Smith holding his wife's hand, he suddenly thought of the pair of students in the [Butterfly Society]. Mr. Pulin couldn't help but have a strange thought.
Sure enough, after being single for too long, seeing this kind of pair would cause one to suffer a critical hit …
He shook his head, opened the gift box that the student gave him, and then gently sprinkled the [Flower Paste of the Red Spider Lily] on Mr. Smith and his wife.
"[Flower Paste of the Red Spider Lily] … I've only heard of this kind of thing, but I've never seen it before," Mr. Pulin said as he sighed, "Yellow Spring, a saying of the Eastern hell …"
As a professional theology teacher, Mr. Pulin had a good knowledge of theology, and the concept of the Yellow Spring flashed through his mind quickly.
In mysticism, in the legends of the East, there was indeed a set of theories of life and death, reincarnation, and reincarnation that were far more complete than Western myths.
But that was only a legend of the East … For Mr. Pulin, after a human died, there was only one place for the soul to return to, and that was the source of his death power.
"I hope I can see you being born in these few days." Mr. Pulin patted the layer of mud on his gloves, looking at Mrs. Debra's bulging belly, his smile became gentler, "A small life."
He quietly left the ward … In the isolation room outside, a gift box wrapped in patterned gift paper attracted his attention.
Stop.
Mr. Pulin had the thought of opening this box.
But at this moment, footsteps came from outside the door. Obviously, the nurse from the hospital came to patrol the room … Mr. Pulin hesitated for a moment, then directly pushed open the door and walked out.
He just happened to meet the nurse.
Mr. Pulin smiled and nodded unhurriedly, and the nurse also nodded subconsciously. Mr. Pulin then walked out with a natural expression.
After a while, the nurse said to herself doubtfully, "This guy, didn't he just leave … when did he change his clothes and come back?"
…
"How about I go to visit another old friend?"
Outside the hospital, Mr. Pulin looked at the sky … The sun was setting in the west. That was one of the thousands of sunsets he had seen, ordinary and ordinary.
In this small town, the only person who could be considered a friend, other than the new student whom he had just met, was probably Father Stryker, who would secretly put a few pages of erotic thoughts in the scriptures when he preached to the believers.
He wanted to go and say hello before leaving.
The sun was setting in the west. He had experienced thousands of sunsets, and his figure was stretched out on the long street under such an ordinary and ordinary sunset.
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…
Miss Maid inserted the key, and the Beetle that was resurrected by Taisetsu's hands started again. Boss Luo sat on the co-pilot seat and obediently buckled the seat belt.
So Miss Maid drove the car happily out of the parking lot of the college.
At the same time, another black Beetle in the corner of the parking lot also started at this time … Lamias held the steering wheel with one hand, and put a cup of Happy Drink in the cup holder with the other hand — This was bought when she was bored waiting.
Yes, she had been hiding in the car for the whole afternoon, and she even took a nap in the middle of the way!
But when Lamias was ready to step on the accelerator and catch up with the car in front, the car suddenly shook, and then with a bang … the front of the car, billowing black smoke came out.
“？？”
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PS1: (11/82)
PS2: Lying … asleep …
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