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In the next few days, Lan Tang kept communicating with Charles Baudelaire and obtained first-hand information.He flipped through the admissions website of the Paris school to check the majors and courses. His serious look was like doing a difficult task, which made Paul Verlaine, who was familiar with Lantang, feel like an enemy.

Lan Tang tried his best to do ideological work for Paul Verlaine.

The first reason is that Lan Tang went to school and dropped out of school at the age of 14 to change careers.

The second reason is that your brother should also have attended school, received a systematic education, has a high literary quality, and is good at writing poetry.

The third reason is that it has only been 12 years since your personality was born.

Fortunately, Paul Verlaine was well-bred, and he didn't have a bad face. Paul Verlaine thought to himself: [Who are you looking down on, treating me as a minor? 】

"Paul, don't you like poetry? To become a poet, you always have to get in touch with ordinary people." Lan Tang took a different approach, "Did you know that your brother's poems contain a lot of descriptions of the people at the bottom? He should have participated in wars. unknown place."

Paul Verlaine showed curiosity when he ignored the wind.

"Have you seen the complete poem written by my brother?"

You must know that when they cleared the "Mu Shen" base, they didn't get many poems, they were all about controlling their own command content.

"I have seen."

Lan Tang secretly asked Paul's brother for advice, but the other party didn't care, as long as he could educate Paul well, the other party let him use it freely.

On the one hand, Lantang protected the Phantom from Paul Verlaine's rush to Japan to kill people. On the other hand, Arthur Rimbaud believed that Lantang would not abuse poetry, and the other party was entitled to use his poetry.

Lantang's identity is complicated.

In the eyes of Arthur Rimbaud, the other party is not only a part of Verlaine, but also a part of Rimbaud, and even the embodiment of "Painting Book".

Arthur Rimbaud was always tolerant of Lantang.

With the support of Paul's brother, Lan Tang had the confidence to make Paul Verlaine obey the arrangement: "Paul, do you want to read your brother's poetry?"

Paul Verlaine said in a bad tone: "Friends, please don't threaten me with my brother's things."

Why?

After the elder brother ran away, the younger brother couldn't see the complete poems of the elder brother, but an old lover who broke up with the elder brother could see it?

Could it be that the way he got close to his brother was wrong.

The correct way is to be a lover?

Paul Verlaine rode on Lan Tang's body, with his hands around his neck.

"Hand over it!"

With a disagreement, the Assassin King "turned his face".

"It's not strong enough, it won't threaten me like this, you'd better go to school honestly, I will give you a poem a month."

Lan Tang continued to train Paul Verlaine without blinking his eyelids.

"One month..." Paul Verlaine struggled inwardly, "It's too long, it's almost enough to give me one poem a day."

"Impossible." Lan Tang said firmly, "There are not so many poems."

"An article in three days." Paul Verlaine demanded.

"One article a week." Lan Tang said, "The university I arranged for you is not stressful, and the location is close, just in the Latin Quarter of Paris. You can usually walk to Notre Dame Cathedral and the Luxembourg Gardens on foot."

"Deal." Paul Verlaine let go of his hand.

Lan Tang turned over and pressed Paul Verlaine on the bed, loving this flexible and mature body very much.Paul Verlaine's legs entangled reflexively, giving Lan Tang a convenient opportunity to possess him, forming muscle memory.Then, he was stunned for a moment, and said slightly annoyed: "You have such a good relationship with my brother, so go find my brother!"

Lan Tang was scolded for no reason, and asked curiously, "Paul is jealous?"

Paul Verlaine stared at him with those blue eyes, reflecting the pure starlight and sea under the night.He doesn't have strong human feelings, but he reproduces Rimbaud's DNA, and the romance of the French is all in his appearance.

"I only care about my brother, not you."

"Paul, let me remind you, you have a younger brother."

"...I haven't forgotten, my brother is also very good. Hey, you reminded me that my brother's cultural accomplishment is not enough."

Paul Verlaine's thoughts were staggered, and he remembered that Chuya Chuya was not good at English and French, and he was also in a state of not having attended school.

This won't work, my brother and I can speak multiple languages, how can my younger brother not? The slow learning speed must be caused by not being serious.

"I'm going to find a teacher for my brother, and ask him to make up lessons." Paul Verlaine, who was super mobile, informed Lan Tang, and flew out of the window to change his mobile phone card to make a call to prevent the signal from being detected.

The purpose of his running was to contact Zhongya, who was far away in Japan.

"Brother, my relatives and friends asked me to go to university, so that our brother can come back. I will stay in France for a semester, and I will pay you regularly every month as your pocket money. You can live well in Japan... "

Paul Verlaine, who is not nervous, is a good brother, and he carefully told his younger brother not to be deceived in Japan.

After Zhongyuan Zhongye chatted with brother Verlaine, he wanted to smile, but he didn't dare to laugh. It's a fantasy that the other party is going to go to university!

The person who came up with this idea simply didn't take the assassination of the king seriously.

Don't think that he doesn't know the name of the Assassin King. He learned about Paul Verlaine's strength from Phantom and Edogawa Ranpo in Japan, one of the world's top transcendents, a traitor who dared to break away from France!

The next moment, he couldn't smile.

Paul Verlaine decided to cram him into the Japanese school too.

"NO!!! I don't want to go to school at all-!!!"

Under Zhongye's strong protest, Paul Verlaine was puzzled, why was his younger brother more resistant to studying than himself?Paul Verlaine kindly repeated Lan Tang's words: "We need to integrate into the society of ordinary people and see how those people live..."

Nakahara Chuya said with a toothache: "I just grew up in the society of ordinary people! I don't need to study!"

Paul Verlaine: "That's right..."

Paul Verlaine was unwilling to go to school alone, how could he let his younger brother go with such a shameful thing.

"Brother, you are only eight years old, you should listen to what your brother said."

"Brother! You were born four years earlier than me!"

Four years of generation gap.

Central Plains also felt that it was bigger than the Trench, but Paul Verlaine did not have self-knowledge and decided that his brother needed to be disciplined.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was at the bottom of the food chain of the three brothers, was also very depressed.

He tried to resist, saying that everyone around him was self-taught and didn't need to go to school at all.To this end, he gave an example of Mr. Phantom, who never went to college, learned a lot and became an excellent opera singer, which shows that the school will waste the time of "geniuses".

Who is not good to mention, Phantom?

Central Plains also stepped on Paul Verlaine's minefield, and was scolded by Paul Verlaine in a gentle tone.

In the end, Paul Verlaine arranged for his younger brother to have a top-notch tutor remotely, one-on-one tutoring in foreign languages ​​and basic knowledge.

Paul Verlaine, who couldn't deal with his brother, managed to deal with his younger brother, and went back to share the good news with Lan Tang.

Lan Tang praised: "Paul is a good brother."

A gleam of joy flashed across Paul Verlaine's indifferent face.

Happiness itself is very simple.

……

From January to February, the major universities in France start school.

A star-looking freshman appeared at the Paris Normal School, which only admits 200 students each year, and a young man with long black curly hair holding a false certificate was added to the teacher's group.

The orchids of the valley in France have not yet bloomed, and the buds of the vegetation in Paris are growing, and the fragrance of flowers seems to be coming soon.

This year is off to a great start.

In the Paris Commune, Charles Baudelaire heard a steady stream of good news, with a lazy posture and a stretched smile on his face.

He is in a good mood and friends are visiting.

"Verlaine is going to be a student, which is really unprecedented news." Gustave Flaubert brought students to meet him, and sat in the office for social activities.Guy Maupassant bowed and greeted Charles Baudelaire: "Monsieur Baudelaire."

Charles Baudelaire teased the two: "Stop laughing at Verlaine, do you all have university diplomas?"

Gustave Flaubert coughed dryly.

Guy Maupassant smiled and credited Mr. Flaubert: "I finished college, but I was forced by Mr. Flaubert with a stick."

Gustave Flaubert had no children, and he and Maupassant's mother were childhood sweethearts. After he accepted Maupassant as a student, he devoted his whole life to Maupassant, no less than taking care of his own children.

As a father, who doesn't want his children to have an excellent education and knowledge, and the war can't erase this idea.

Charles Baudelaire pretended to be stunned: "It's rare that Guy didn't drop out of school. Remember to set a good example for the next generation of transcendents in the future."

Guy Maupassant confidently agreed.

A good role model or something, he can only show in terms of academic qualifications.

Charles Baudelaire's praise of people is not without purpose, and the heart of digging a hole quietly emerges: "I remember that some young transcendents have no education and are under 30 years old. Guy, please inform them for me , Verlaine has gone to school, why don't they go?"

Guy Maupassant was dumbfounded. Is this going to be done in one pot?

Charles Baudelaire nodded: "In order not to make Verlaine feel unbalanced, and to protect the safety of institutions of higher learning, those of you who have not finished university should improve themselves and come back with a diploma."

Guy Maupassant could not help but observe a moment of silence for his colleagues who dropped out of school.

I still have to go to school when I am old.

Immediately, Guy Maupassant said excitedly: "Can I apply to be a teacher? I want to be the teacher of those people!"

Gustave Flaubert looked sideways, and Charles Baudelaire readily agreed: "No problem, I just need someone to teach Verlaine the latest law on people with supernatural powers, so that he won't violate French regulations. "

After finalizing the number of transfer students, Charles Baudelaire asked Guy Maupassant to go out to play and had a private chat with Flaubert alone.

Guy Maupassant reluctantly went out, and before he slowly closed the door, he vaguely heard some very interesting gossip: the relationship between the Baudelaire student and the Assassin King, the Assassin King's brother living with a male prostitute... And the French Minister of Health secretly wore a breast ring today, and his shirt was exposed. These news are explosive!

In the office, Gustave Flaubert looked interested: "Charles, have you tested the 'Flower of Evil' of your student with the same name and surname?"

Charles Baudelaire knew why he asked. By collecting information, he recognized a person's general situation, and then tested a person's mind with the "Flower of Evil" ability. Although there may be deviations, they can often respond inner change.

"Tested."

Charles Baudelaire demonstrates supernatural powers in front of Flaubert.

He stretched out his left hand with the palm facing up, the index finger slightly raised, the middle finger and the thumb lightly twisted, and the round nails were not too long. This action was made by him, interpreting an elegant flower-twisting person, bringing the soul of communication invisibly wonderful atmosphere.

A flower branch resembling a bird appeared in his hand, growing out of thin air.

Gustave Flaubert recognized the herb by looking at the orange-yellow petals and green rhizome: "Bird of Paradise in the Musaceae?"

Charles Baudelaire put the "Flower of Evil" made of supernatural powers into a vase. It has bright colors and an extremely artistic shape, and it looks more like a bird with wings spread than ordinary birds of paradise. , just can be used as your own office decoration.

Charles Baudelaire touched the petals with his fingertips, and said with emotion: "This is a bird that always pursues freedom, with a little nostalgia for France, not the distorted personality of Verlaine."

Gustave Flaubert said: "No wonder you are so reassured about him that you don't care about his behavior in Paris."

Charles Baudelaire shook his head: "When he first came to Paris, I didn't have enough information about him, and I didn't want to arouse his bad feelings for the time being. Later, after strengthening the information management work, I found that he just came to Paris to find a place. To rest, he did not disturb his leisure."

The identity of the male prostitute who lived with Arthur Rimbaud was suspicious, and Charles Baudelaire did not disclose it to Flaubert, but simply mentioned it.

Gustave Flaubert disliked security risks in France, asked for advice: "What to do next with this man?"

The Assassin King is guarded, what about this man?

Just ignore it?

Charles Baudelaire regained his self-confidence and did not hand over the task to others. He smiled lightly: "Of course I did."

He wanted to see Arthur Rimbaud and his partner once in person.

That Julian didn't know whose pawn it was.

Top card?

With so many accompanying guests in the red light district of Paris, Arthur Rimbaud can be attracted, and only Julian can bring Arthur Rimbaud home.

……

Going to work is one person, leaving get off work is another.

Julian enjoys the profession of playing different roles and making others laugh at him. He didn't become a male prostitute just to sleep with Arthur Rimbaud. An assassin king's brother doesn't have this face yet. Let a high-ranking French official put down his face and dignity just for the sake of approach each other.

As early as many years ago, Julian came into contact with this special industry. On a whim, he invested in many clubs and nightclubs in France and became their behind-the-scenes boss.

The name Julian is also the number one name that he gradually evolved into after he carefully selected good guests and tasted the sweetness.

In private, he can let go, he can be lewd, he can be vulgar, he just likes to play hard, and he takes the pain in his buttocks as his excitement, but he absolutely does not allow anyone to know his true identity on the surface.

For him, revealing his identity is the ultimate social death.

Looking at all the flamboyant European surpassers, there should be no second person who is more open than him.

As the time spent in contact with Arthur Rimbaud grew, Julian became uneasy, and his anxiety and excitement doubled.He believed that his false identity was flawless, and that it was not comparable to ordinary people, but he couldn't guard against Charles Baudelaire of the spiritual department, and he would be finished if he was caught by the other party.

Not only that, but he also had to avoid Paul Verlaine to prevent the Assassin King from seeing his brother's cohabitant.

Neither of these two people are easy to mess with.

Julian was ready to escape, spending each day of cohabitation as his last, obsession mixed with a touch of regret.

He likes women far more than men. If he wanted to share the "pain" between the same sex, he would have found a high-quality male customer to try.In fact, he is longing for intercourse between men and women, to truly integrate into one body, and to make up for the maternal love he lacked since he was a child.

God had allowed him to meet Arthur Rimbaud, with whom he could talk about life in the city, and with whom he could shut the door behind a dirty blond man.

If they are a man and a woman, they are like husband and wife at this moment.

"Monsieur Rimbaud..."

Julian knelt on the bed, enduring the strange pain, blushing all over his cheeks, calling out to Arthur Rimbaud again and again, obviously emotional.

The seasoned Arthur Rimbaud was rather at a loss. Considering the other party's preference, should he be lighter or heavier?

Really distressed.

Arthur Rimbaud has been exhausted recently, but fortunately he has the physique of a transcendent after time travel, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the night life.

He teased Julian innocently.

"Julian, you should say what you like, if you keep it in your heart, no one will know."

"I...want to play...a husband and wife..."

"Husband and wife? Interesting, otherwise I will be a beautiful wife, and you will be that hard-working husband who goes out to work."

"Ha... is Monsieur Rimbaud joking?"

"No, I'm prettier than you!"

The blond man trumped the head of the club with his looks.

Arthur Rimbaud entered the role-playing without stopping at all, and said with a smile: "It must be your misfortune to marry me, and your savings will fly away."

Julian laughed too, his cheek against the pillow.

Sweat trickled down his forehead to his cheeks.

"The pursuit of marriage is compatibility. There is no flawless marriage in the world, let alone a couple who match in all aspects. Marriage is mainly based on feelings and equality... Money will only kill love..."

"Monsieur Rimbaud..."

"You want a home as a shelter, I can give you..."

Before we broke up and each returned to a different destiny.

We are the perfect couple.

……

At the Ecole Normale Supérieure, Paul Verlaine changed from his suit to casual clothes, and handed over his black hat to Lan Tang for safekeeping.

He changed the age on the document to a younger one.

From his appearance, no one could tell that he was 27 years old.

Paul Verlaine, who was a college student for the first time, was not very communicative, but his classmates were quite enthusiastic about him.Especially when several other "freshmen" who changed their ages joined in, the atmosphere became more intense.

The three formed a small group.

Alexandre Dumas said with a stiff face, "...I don't want to come at all, my father threw me here."

Romain Rolland sighed, flipping through music books, "No one greeted me before I was thrown in. I suspect that Dumas and I's academic qualifications were looked down upon by some people."

The two looked at Paul Verlaine in unison, "Verlaine, why are you unable to think about studying?"

Paul Verlaine: "Me neither."

In front of these former colleagues, Paul Verlaine was not talkative, and would occasionally reply a few words.

Paul Verlaine absorbs knowledge with high efficiency, looking for the way to get along with his relatives and friends, but he certainly did not come to school to let other transcendents become his own—teacher!

Three transcendent students with different expressions in the audience.

On the stage, Guy Maupassant gave a lecture on law, chalk dust flew everywhere, and he was so happy that he became the first teacher to be bathed in murderous aura.

The appearance of this class was greatly enhanced by them.

Guy Maupassant tapped on the blackboard: "Study the law seriously, I declare—you three will be detained for half an hour!"

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Alexandre Dumas: "..."

Romain Rolland: "..."

Who gave Maupassant the courage to dare to teach them?

Day and night alternate, some people are happy and some are sad. Arthur Rimbaud has a place to go home in Paris, and he goes into the streets and alleys every day to find fun, and his familiarity with Paris is getting higher and higher day by day.

"Stop! Why are you playing hooky?"

A hoarse and melodious shout stopped Arthur Rimbaud.

"Call me...?"

Seeing people around him looking at him, Arthur Rimbaud realized that the people behind him were talking to him.

Arthur Rimbaud felt the novelty and turned to look behind him.

What caught my eye was a handsome man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and dressed in a white shirt and uniform to look like a scum.

Through the fine lines at the corners of the eyes, Arthur Rimbaud can tell that the other party is not young, his body is well maintained, his buttocks are not upturned, and his hips are full. He may sit in an office all year round, and his aura is gorgeous and passionate.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the other person's appearance, put one hand in his trouser pocket, whistled, and said frivolously and surprised: "Look at my appearance, do you look like someone who is still studying in school? "

Arthur Rimbaud had the air of a social libertine.

He dropped out of school at the age of 16 to join the revolution, ran away from home at the age of 17, met Paul Verlaine, and never sat back in class for the rest of his life.

The other party has green eyes like a forest, but they seem to be blind.

"Paul Verlaine, I am your sociology teacher, and I am ordering you to return to school immediately."

"??????"

Artille Rimbaud, who was touched by porcelain, looked at a bewildered face, picked his ears, and felt that he had left the world of "Bungou Stray Dogs" and suddenly traveled to another world with the name "Paul Verlaine".

Did the other party really call the wrong person?

How could that lawless and smelly brother go to school!

……