This disciple didn’t avoid being sprayed in time, and his uniform was stained black.
“Damn it!” the disciple cursed: “If these trashes were not in the ink-washing pool, how could I be bullied by them? I can kill them all with a wave of my hand.”
The disciple next to me said: “Stop talking nonsense. If you have the skills, it’s better to catch them as soon as possible.”
Mi August heard their conversation through whispers, and it turned out that they were really trying to catch Mo Tong.
“If you can’t catch the ink boy, you can’t change the ink. Without ink, you can’t complete your homework. Compared with the horror of not completing your homework, the hard work of catching the ink boy is nothing.”
“If your credits are enough to buy ink, just pretend I didn’t tell you.”
“Everyone here is a poor person, so why should we hurt each other with words?”
These old students are obviously used to this kind of experience. They are in the mood to chat and hurt each other while fishing for troublesome boys. Even if someone noticed Mi August standing outside the range of the ink-washing pond, they did not pay too much attention to this new face.
While listening to their words, Mi August saw the creatures in the ink-washing pool except for the ink-tearing boy and the academy disciples.
[Student, do you want to come in and do ink? ]
The paper figure in the ink robe came silently in front of her at some point, a place away, holding a piece of paper with writing on it in both hands.
This conversation method reminded Mi August of Feixue. He smiled at the pale paper man and said, “It’s inconvenient today, but I’ll definitely come next time.”
The paper man’s mouth is split open, and inside are two rows of shark teeth cut into triangles.
Like a magic trick, the paper in his hand changed again.
There is a smiling face on it, as if saying stickyly: OK, I’ll be waiting for you at any time.
During lunch time, Mi August went to the dining hall alone again, and it was the same window that Chao Lian had gone to early in the morning.
This will be much more disciples than the number of disciples who come to eat in the early morning.
Mi August stood at the end of the queue, keeping in mind the words and deeds of the disciples who bought meals in front of him.
Every disciple will use the house number as a tool to pay bills. This is most likely like a combination of student ID card and meal card in the previous life, recording the credits of Du’e Academy disciples.
When Mi August arrived at the window, he saw that the disciple on duty was the same as before.
The other party obviously had an impression of Mi August, and he said, “Junior sister, are you alone now?”
Mi August took out his house number.
The disciple on duty did not accept it. He said: “Junior sister is a new student, and it is impossible for new students to have credits before the start of school.”
Mi August seemed confused and asked: “Can’t we use money or spiritual crystals?”