There is no clock in the dormitory, so you can only guess the time from the angle of the moon. At this moment, it was about 10 o'clock in the evening, but the maids' gathering ringtone has not yet sounded.
He waited patiently, and got up from time to time to wash his face with cold water to keep his energy.
Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with eyes open.
There was the fifth floor above, only a thick floor separated from him.
What would the fifth floor look like? Lynn thought a lot in a mess, one of which was very interesting but incredible: Maybe the bedroom at No. 157 is on top of his head.
In the infinitely quiet night, Lynn put his hands on his head, and his thoughts flew up like wings.
He looked at the ceiling above his head and fantasized that there was a child there. The two of them didn't know each other's existence, but they looked at each other's location unconsciously, as if they were leaning against the wall in a rental house and entering the sage time, but they didn't know that there was a girl opposite the wall, leaning on it and doing the same thing. Because of the difference between these coincidences, both parties would never know.
I don’t know if his imagination is too real, a sense of confrontation that makes people’s eyebrows tightly grow gradually from the bottom of my heart.
Lin En came to his senses and stood up from the bed, thinking incredibly: Could it be that there is really someone above?
...
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Hehehehe."
Just like in the facilities of the playground, boys and girls in clean clothes are chasing, riding wheeled horses or puppies, wielding toy swords, and playing a game about protecting the kingdom.
Most of the winners in this game are boys. They smile freely and grop with their hands on the girls. Even if the oldest child here is only ten years old, they will always burst out with their original instincts when they are together for a long time.
The girl who lost the game complained about the unfairness of the game, but quickly frolicked with the boys.
Among them, there is a beautiful girl wearing a white short skirt, over-the-knee lace stockings, and shiny round-headed leather shoes, which is particularly eye-catching.
She has long golden hair as dazzling as the sun, and her slightly bulging chest among the girls who have not yet begun to develop, like a beautiful peacock with her open-faced hair. In the eyes of the boys, she is a mature woman, and all the rest are young children.
Around her, there were seven or eight boys gathered with stars, who were her "war horses" and "knights", responsible for resisting another group of boys who were preparing to snatch the princess.
"Elena, I, White Bear, will definitely protect you!"
A tall boy said confidently.
The boy is named Bai Xiong. He is 1.7 meters tall. His arms are activated and he has a blond hair. Bai Xiong is the oldest child on the fifth floor, thirteen years old. Before the magic Qiming, the age of the children often directly determines their combat effectiveness.
Just like this white bear, who is 1.7 meters tall, he can look down at everyone here.
Elena was riding on the neck of the white bear, and proudly patted his head and said, "I don't want to sleep with someone like you! White bear, if you want to find it, why not go find the little prisoner of war we are looking for. Anyway, as long as you don't go too far, the Maid of Shire will treat it as invisible."
The two children of the man and a woman all have numbers written on magic paint on the back of their hands, including the White Bear being 17 and the Elena being 39.
Looking around, all children have similar numbers on the back of their hands.
When Bai Xiong and Elena called each other's names, a faint desire appeared in everyone's eyes.
On the fifth floor, they can enjoy the best treatment of an orphanage, but they cannot have their own name.
But there is an exception. As children's self-awareness grows, they increasingly want to become a "special" person. They have a unique name among a group of numbers, which is undoubtedly a symbol of status. This is a culture that was born under the unique environment of the fifth floor.
Elena and Bai Xiong both obtained their names with the children's unanimous votes!
Back in this game of "Kingdom Defense", Elena jokingly pointed at a bunch of children in the corner: "White Bear, you can choose the failed prisoners of war at will, but don't make any decisions about me. Tomorrow, a businessman uncle who is engaged in the leather business will come to see me. I will receive him with the best appearance."
Bai Xiong was a little disappointed and looked in the direction Elena pointed:
There is a place where prisoners of war are thrown in the corner of the wall. There are seven people, most of whom are excluded children on the fifth floor. When the game is over, the winner will punish the prisoners of war. Generally, as long as they keep cutting their hands and killing people, the Shire maid will not interfere.
Tonight, Elena even learned a news through a secret channel that the maids went to attend a group meeting, and tonight was a carnival for the children.
"Those are all like stones, hard kids, I'm not interested." The white bear curled his lips, feeling the softness of Elena's smooth and long legs, and his heart was like a fire was burning.
But Elena said, "I think No. 157 is pretty good."
She held Bai Xiong's head and bent down and said in a very light voice: "If you let No. 157 disappear, I will help you tonight and turn you into a real man."
Hearing this, Bai Xiong's head buzzed like a boiler.
Since Elena grew a bear, his competitors have become much more, and he has been holding hands with Elena.
But not long ago he learned a more exciting method, which is a taboo demon door. Now Elena tells him that he can lead him into the demon door...
The white bear was moved.
"No. 157." Bai Xiong silently recited the number.
To be honest, he didn't understand why the most beautiful Elena was thinking about the ugly duckling No. 157, which was a girl who could not eat after seeing her.
But Elena said so, and Bai Xiong decided to take this matter to heart.
He looked at the prisoner-of-war area, and No. 157 was there.
The so-called prisoner of war area is just an area drawn with chalk in the corner. In the deepest part of the corner, there is a little girl with long purple hair, that is No. 157.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Her clothes are dirty, the brown linen skirt has almost turned black, and her hair has been stuck in a ball because she has not washed for a long time. In fact, she has not taken a shower for half a year. The odor on her body in summer is enough to make any boy who is approaching her retreat.
Even the unpopular children in the prisoner-of-war area are classified into levels, some are isolated by ordinary people, some are degenerate into jokes without dignity, and No. 157 hiding in the corner is the kind that everyone can look at.
There were many freckles near her nose. On the first day she arrived at the fifth floor, she was considered a child born by a demon. Every time her mother was unclean, she would leave a freckle on her face. Elena once pressed her to the ground and asked the boys to count them one by one, saying loudly that the mother of No. 157 was the Bichi who had been uncleaned 378 times.
That incident caused a great psychological shadow to No. 157. He became more introverted and always stayed alone in the corner. Other children were afraid of Elena's followers and did not dare to contact No. 157 because they were afraid of Elena's followers.
No. 157 curled up like a little hedgehog, buried his head in his knees, but his eyes were secretly opened, looking through the gap at Elena in the hall, who was surrounded by stars.
Many boys surrounded Elena. The strongest child on the fifth floor, White Bear, is Elena's loyal guard. Anyone who dares to say bad things about her must welcome the white Bear's fist. No. 157 looked at her enviously, fantasizing that she would become the sunny, cheerful and confident person like Elena. Elena's long hair is golden, soft like the fine silk in the noble family. Her legs are long and white, and her delicate skin makes No. 157 jealous. Elena can take a bath every day, snatch all the water she used to bathe, and even add milk to it extravagantly...
Moreover, Elena had a good figure. No. 157 pursed her lips and secretly looked at Elena's slightly bulging chest. She noticed that all the boys were attracted by it. Whenever Elena deliberately shook, the boys were swallowing. If any girl grew this thing, it would definitely attract a large number of followers.
Chapter completed!