~： The first year story 047, deep meaning

Does it still make sense to continue electrophoresis for a person who is already in a coma? He no longer felt the pain, and he was even close to death. The strange thing is that Headmaster Campa seems to ignore this at all. He still used electricity to drill through every corner of the idiot's body, every muscle, every meridian, every inch of bone...

These currents flow in the idiot's body. They beat every cell in the child's body, stimulating his body with the most delicate force that seems rough. Those wounds that were broken due to work during the day rot and fall quickly under the action of the electric current, revealing the new skin underneath that was rapidly regenerated under the stimulation of the electric current. His internal organs became more activated under the stimulation of the electric current, and every meridian and blood vessel was opened up by the electric current. The electric shock breaks down any obstructions and trash in the blood vessels.

From the outside, the idiot's body has been burnt to black, smoking, and it emits a burst of burnt barbecue smell. But in his body, even every strand of his hair was experiencing repeated beatings and repeated "tortures" of those electric currents. Those dull cells were activated, changed, and divided again and again.

"Hahaha, that's it, this is really interesting!"

Dim Mie didn't open his eyes, and what it said did not pass into the mind of the idiot who had been in a coma. However, it is still saying--

"It's really fun! Old man, is this what you want to do? It's fun, it's really fun! Well, since I know the answer is this, why should I stop it? Come on, come on! Let this kid who doesn't know his brain suffer a little more, except for this body, if he can call his brain together, it would be best!"

The brilliance of the new moon fell from the vast sky, quietly observing any small changes in this world. The swimming pool reflects the beauty of the sky. In this place where no fourth person can see, everything is going on so quietly...

Puff through.

The idiot's body was smoking, and the surface of the skin was completely burnt into black charcoal. Principal Campa released his hand, letting the child fall to the ground, and the residual electric light stimulated his reflex nerves and made him twitch.

"This is the first punishment for you. For the sake of your first day of work, I forgive you and give you a chance. It is June, and in the three months before September, It is the day when the swimming pool is used most frequently. In these three months, you must complete the task of filling an empty swimming pool within 16 hours. Before you complete it, I will continue to punish you until you complete it. ."

Principal Campa clasped his hands and walked indifferently beside the idiot. Before entering the shower room and leaving, he stopped, turned his head again, looked at the child on the ground with cold and merciless eyes, and said coldly--

"But if you can't finish it once in these three months, then on the first day of September, I will kick you out of this school. Remember, if you want a place to live, you want to eat, you want to drink Water, you must complete these tasks. Now, you can roll back and rest."

The cold words hit the ground like a hammer. Principal Campa dropped the idiot and the bread on the couch, and left on his own. Only the moonlight emitted by the three crescent moons remained, still quietly swaying over the swimming pool...

The idiot was lying on his stomach, not moving. As if he sensed something happened, Bread opened his eyes wide and didn't dare to cry at all. She just waited, waiting for one minute, two minutes... After this waiting lasted ten minutes, the idiot on the floor... moved.

"Woo........................"

He moved, extended his hands to support the ground, and slowly got up. His movements are very slow, but he is not tired at all, he just feels hesitant. But... is this possible? After experiencing such a large-scale labor in the daytime and the electrophagy just now, he still retains so much physical strength? is it possible?

Impossible, it is possible now. The idiot stood up slowly, and the burnt black skin and flesh on his body fell off in large pieces. In the moonlight, he raised his hands and stared at the skin on his hands blankly. Make a fist, release it again, make a fist again...

(How does it feel? My body seems to be... completely replaced?)

The idiot raised his right arm, and a backhand held Diamie in his hand. This is not the first time he has done this movement, but this time, compared to before, it seems to be more coordinated and faster? What exactly is going on?

The blood pupil opened, looking at the idiot with a sneer. It didn't explain anything, but looked at the idiot with that look like a good show. Seeing its eyes, the idiot knew it was impossible to answer anything. After letting go and letting Dim Mie automatically return to the chain, he walked to the recliner and picked up the bread.

The silver moonlight shone on Little Bread's face, setting off her expression that she wanted to cry but dared not cry out of fear. The idiot picked her up and let out a faint breath. Afterwards, he stretched out his left hand and let those little hands hold his index fingers...

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Woo...wow~~~~~~!"

With a plain consolation, the bun finally cried. Why is she crying because she is young and ignorant? This... doesn't matter anymore.

"Goo..."

No, it seems to be related...

The idiot touched his stomach, and now he sounded, he hadn't eaten anything for a whole day. Although the physical fatigue disappears, it does not mean that the hunger can be cured as well. And look at the empty bowl next to it, and look at the crying spirit of this little girl...

"Are you hungry?"

Idiot clutching his belly. There was a cooing sound. The idiot raised his head amidst the cries that seemed like a booze in Little Bread, and his frosty eyes fixed on the dimly lit student dormitory area.

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Let alone the idiot, it is said that Principal Campa did not have the Muslim staff dormitory after leaving the pool, but returned to the top of the tower. After he finished it on the leather chair in the principal's office, he gently pressed the bell on the table. As the bell rang softly, two deja vu eleven or twelve-year-old children cautiously walked in from the door.

It was a fat man, and a child with freckles.

"Firth of the Holy Shield family, and Inselton of the Minghuo family. You two are very punctual."

The fat man and freckles were standing at the table. Both children looked at Principal Campa with unclear eyes. Campa leaned on the chair and said flatly, "I let you sleep during the day. Have you fallen asleep?"

Freckled Inselton didn't answer, but Fat Felt quickly agreed: "Yes...yes, Mr. Campa. We slept..."

Campa nodded: "That said, your spirits should be good now, right?"

Inselton didn't speak, but Felt took it again.

Principal Campa picked up a document from the table, opened it, and slowly said: "The Holy Shield Family and Minghuo Family are both affiliated families of the Goodsey Family. As supporters of the Goodsey Family, you consider your own abilities Are you qualified to assist your boss? In other words...what do you think of your own strength?"

There was a twitch on Felt's face, he wanted to say something, but was afraid to say it. At this time, Inselton, who had not spoken next to him, touched his nose and stepped forward: "Mr. Campa, although we are still very inadequate compared to Master Dai Lao’s genius. But anyway, Both of us have reached the intermediate stage of forging, which is much better than most of the students of the same age."

Inselton's tone was polite, but not humble. You are polite, because the person in front of you is the principal anyway, and Inselton, who always likes to think twice, doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. Not humble, because he is just a principal. For Campa, who has no soldiers and no rights, and is just an educator, his Minghuo family's status and military power in the empire are enough to make him turn a blind eye to the old man in front of him.

Principal Campa didn't seem to notice Inselton's tone, he snorted coldly. After his grunt ended, Felt seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, and said again: "That...Mr. Campa, you called us to sleep during the day, and then came to you at this time...what's the matter? "

Campa nodded and said, "Filt, if I remember correctly, you should be a student of the Fighting Department. Inselton, you follow the tradition of your Minghuo family providing weapons to the Goodsay family. , Have you entered the Department of Science and Technology?"

The two did not answer.

"However, judging from your transcripts, neither of you gentlemen seems to have enough credits. It seems that there are too many absenteeisms on weekdays, and the consequences of missing exams are serious.

In the end, Campa is still the principal, and academics are the culprit of all students. Well, maybe because Silton can be rude to the principal because of his family, it doesn't mean that his family members will smile and forgive when they know that they have poor academic performance. Especially for my own brothers, the result of being devalued and ridiculed by them is worse than death.

Thinking of this, Inselton couldn’t help but bowed his head, and his tone of speech finally became submissive: "Mr. Campa...sorry...at least...if you can...please don’t tell my parents, can you? I promise. ! At the beginning of the new semester, I will work hard to get my grades up!"

Seeing Inselton bowed his head, Felt next to him also nodded like a green onion.

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