The abyss shrouded in haze is always filled with a dull gloom, and even if you look up and look at the black clouds overhead, you still can't find any way out, and this damp and cold city is hidden in layers of mist, which makes people not see it very clearly.However, the students who come and go are all over the streets and alleys, the vigor and vitality of young people, the elegance and intelligence of scholars, or give the city more possibilities, and that gloom has evolved into poetic philosophy and precipitation, and students who are in a hurry can always find traces of knowledge.Because of this, the streets and buildings of Iwabuchi have always had a unique charm that attracts countless tourists from the continent of Nosnes.It is the people who live on the land that awaken the soul of a city.During the time he lived in Iwabuchi, Horden never really felt depressed and sad, because the streets of the city always found its own unique charm, and the young figures who lingered among the gray buildings could always bring a ray of light, but those dullness and gloom that they had never felt were truly felt today at Tarbes Girls' High School.The blue-gray brick walls towered into the sky, the narrow and sharp protective fence was like a sharp sword pointing to the sky, and you could faintly smell the mixed elemental breath, and if you looked closely, you could see that the iron sword-like railing was carved with a spiritual magic circle, and a siege was built tightly.The intricate and heavy hollow black iron door can clearly see the scene inside the campus, and from a distance, you can faintly capture the sound of girls playing and playing, but those figures have become sparse because of the long wooded paths, and the sense of alienation is pervasive.Creak......
Yikes......
The heavy gate was slowly pushed open, and when I got closer, sure enough, I saw a complex spiritual energy circle on the iron gate again, like a net of heaven and earth.The heavy air was slowly surging, only separated by a door, but it was as if entering another world, and the atmosphere was also thick.Creak......
Yikes......
As the carriage entered the campus, the gate slowly closed again, and Holden couldn't help but poke his head out and look back, looking at the slowly closing gate, and inexplicably had a fear of being cut off from the back road - not a physical threat, but from the habitual thinking of prisons and cages.The scene in front of him then confirmed Howlen's gut guess.After bypassing the shelterbelt, the view suddenly opens up to a small square, with a fountain of the statue of Goddess Augur in the center, and a complex of buildings of different heights to the north, east and south, faintly outlining the outline of the campus, covering a larger area than expected.At this time, on the grass near the side of the shelterbelt, about a dozen young girls sat on wooden chairs with backrests, and were sketching and painting, the white long skirts dragging the ground against the green grass, quiet and elegant, but the quiet painting scene revealed a lifeless depression: no expression, no waves, no smile or look, and the serious and stiff face revealed a strangeness.The movement of the carriage entering the school gate broke the peace, and the eyes surged in the air, but then they settled down in a sparse manner, and no one dared to look too rashly.It's like stagnant water.Even if you smash a big rock into it, it doesn't seem to be able to stir up a splash, and it's a little calm.Diagonally ahead of the line of sight, you can see another group of young girls learning how to walk, and each girl must walk on the balance beam like a single-plank bridge and walk in a perfect and graceful manner.But the point is that the girls are wearing formal dresses, which are so heavy and cumbersome that it is difficult to even walk on flat ground, let alone balance beams.There was a lady standing next to the balance beam, who was too far away to judge her age, but judging from the dress alone, a long stone black lace dress with a jet black vest, a wide skirt and cumbersome hats, and meticulous dressing, it should be a lady in her fifties and sixties.With her hands behind her back, the lady watched every girl's every move intently, and the slightest mistake could not escape her eyes, and with each mistake, she would skillfully use the ice element to condense into a thin blade-like whip, which landed lightly on the girl's calf.Syllable.The trivial muffled sound can be vaguely captured in the air, but it is swallowed up by the thick skirt A lot of noise, it is difficult to make an accurate judgment, and it is even more difficult to imagine what the calves of the girls will look like, but it can be judged from the swaying movements, this is definitely not a wonderful experience.Not only the girl who is walking on the balance beam, but also the girl who is waiting for her appearance order next to her cannot escape the eagle-like eyes of the lady, and any problems with the posture and posture will also be warned, so that the eyes and expressions become cautious, which also makes the girls like a vase of stubble tied hands and feet.The dark clouds hanging over her head always lingered, and the shallot-like girl did not feel any youthful vitality, but reminded Hodden of the medieval monastery he had seen before or in black-and-white movies, and the layers of ceremonial constraints made everyone miserable.With a slight sweep of his gaze, Hoden took in all the details, but there was a strange feeling in his mind: Didn't he tell a good story of magic?
Why did a sense of immediacy suddenly emerge from the story of Gong Dou?
Did they go to the wrong set today?
With just one mask, Hoden was aware of the subtle anomaly.If a math teacher in such a school could dedicate himself to a perfect teaching career despite being drunk, Hoden did not believe it.Because the framework of self-discipline is permeated in every corner of the campus, all students, and I am afraid that teachers are even more so.So, which part is lying?
The alcoholic part?
Or is it the part of perfect teaching?
Regardless of which part it is, the principal lied, and that's a definite fact."
Hoden?"
Issa noticed Howlen's footsteps and had to call out.Horden unhurriedly withdrew his gaze, and then he could see that the teacher in charge of guidance in front of him was glaring at Horden fiercely, as if he was very dissatisfied with Horden's constant looking around.Hodden didn't say much, just chuckled twice, then scratched his head as if he were a seventeen-year-old, and quickened his pace to follow, and the teacher didn't say anything after all, and the group walked down the long, dimly lit corridor to the principal's office.The thick wooden door of the office revealed a heavy and oppressive historical background, which weighed heavily on my heart.()