[Comprehensive, British and American] Notes on trainee death becoming a regular

"Sister! Wake up!" Accompanied by Clark's vigorous call, Teresa reluctantly opened her eyes. She hugged the quilt and stared blankly ahead, with her shoulders drooping and a listless look. There was no focus in her empty eyes, and she was in a daze.

"Well," Daibao said it was hard work.Teresa scrambled out of bed with her messy hair and staggered downstairs.

With a bang, Teresa rolled down the stairs directly.

"Clara!" Martha exclaimed, her heart skipping half a beat.

With a bang, Teresa fell to the ground.

"Sister!" Clark turned his head and saw Teresa whose head was on the ground. He wanted to run over, but it was too late.

"It's all right?" Jonathan reacted very quickly, picked up Teresa who was sitting stupidly on the ground and hadn't recovered, and comforted him softly, "Did you fall somewhere? Did it hurt? Dad blow it blow,"

He rubbed Teresa's head with his big hands, and asked if it hurt here. Teresa blinked her eyes, feeling a little unfamiliar with this feeling. She shook her head, "It doesn't hurt," it really doesn't hurt, this A piece of cake.

Beatrice looked at this scene with a complex expression, and suddenly felt emotional. She always thought that she was good enough for Teresa, but she also treated Teresa as a god of death. In her opinion, it was really nothing, even when she told Teresa to learn to wait when she was in pain, she accidentally discovered that Teresa would run around with serious injuries.

"You have to tell me if you feel uncomfortable, you can't bear it, you know?" Jonathan exhorted worriedly. The whole family knew that Clara's reaction was slow, and what worried her most was that she didn't know anything when she realized it later. no more.

"I know," Teresa nodded. She rubbed her eyes and sucked in her little nose. "Sleepy," she felt aggrieved, as if she was being coquettish.

"Be careful going down the stairs in the future." Martha took Teresa from Jonathan's arms. She carried Douding to wash up, and checked her body for any fall.

"Well," Teresa shifted.

"Sister, sister is fine," Clark opened the door and listened to the movement inside.

"Sister, why don't you go to school today," Clark said with lingering fear, as if the thud was still echoing in his ears.

"Well, go, Dumbledore doesn't play truant," Teresa mumbled back as she brushed her teeth, and she yawned and spat the foam.

"That, that's good," Clark couldn't resist Teresa, he scratched the back of his head, he was destined to be a sister-in-law.

[What's the matter with Artest, are you serious about going to kindergarten? 】

[Isn't it? She goes to kindergarten seriously during the day and does tasks conscientiously at night. No wonder she feels sleepy. 】

[I remembered a sentence: Daibao has worked so hard.Hahaha! 】

Teresa still followed Clark to the school on the school bus, and then was sent to the kindergarten gate by Clark, and gave a few more instructions.

"Sister, if you feel unwell, you should tell the teacher, you know?" Clark said very seriously, he was worried that Teresa would have a headache in a while, after all, the fall that morning was not light.

"Well, I know." Teresa nodded obediently, and she waved her chubby hand to bid farewell to Clark as usual.

Clark originally wanted to say a few words to Mrs. Jennifer, but Jennifer was making a fuss about Lucas, and there was a crying Annie next to him, so he couldn't do anything, so he saw Teresa and let her go in first.

Clark looked back, and Teresa tugged at the corner of Clark's clothes, "Go in?" She pointed to the door of the classroom.

Clark couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he seemed a little uncomfortable, he touched Teresa's head, "Brother will send you in," he held Teresa's small schoolbag in his hand, and went to lead Teresa Sarah's little hand.

There was another teacher, Cynthia, in the classroom. Clark sent Teresa to the door of the classroom, watched Xiao Douding enter, and explained the situation to teacher Cynthia, and waved to Teresa when he saw her sitting in his seat. waved.

Clark stood by the door and watched, and heard Cynthia say a few words, "Clara is the most obedient child in the small class, she doesn't cry or make trouble, she is very polite, and she finishes her homework quickly and well,"

It's all about Teresa's words, and the corners of Clark's mouth can't stop rising.

He wasn't the only one like this, the gods of death in the channel all raised their tails to the sky when they heard it.

[I just like to hear these human beings tell the truth!Praise, give me all praise!Artest is so cute and sensible! 】

[That’s right, we, Artest, are also old students who have been studying at Death Academy for many years. 】

[Is the previous one intentional?Hahahahaha Beatrice warning! 】

Beatrice: ...

She still went to harvest the soul to be calm and calm.

"It's just," Cynthia changed the topic, she looked at Clark with some helplessness, "Clara's personality is a bit withdrawn, and she doesn't like playing with children very much,"

Clark was taken aback, "What?"

"There are other children who take the initiative to play with Clara, but Clara seldom pays attention to them. Children also have self-esteem. After a long time, no children will take the initiative to come to Clara. Besides, she doesn't like to talk. , I can’t express myself, so I always play by myself.”

"In short, Clara is a somewhat strange child. She is well-behaved, but she is not like an ordinary child."

Every word of Cynthia's words was engraved in Clark's heart and echoed in his mind. He went to the classroom and sat down in a trance. He was going to send Clara to the kindergarten every day. After a while, other students in the classroom were there, but he felt lonely for a while.

Clara is in the class, too?

Out of place, ignored by other children, disliked, even hated?

Clark clenched his fists, a little sad.

【What!Actually don't like our Artest! ! !hehe!Brothers and sisters, write down the names for me! 】

[Then go harvest a few with the same name? ...Forget it, actually, to be honest, Teresa is probably not less crowded out by other trainees even though she is in Death Academy. 】

[Seeing these human beings is like seeing us. In fact, we are not much different from them. 】

[Sudden silence... I don't know what to say. In fact, I have also been in the same period as Teresa, so I can understand those human children. The former self dragged out and asked him to work harder to strike up a conversation. 】

【Artest is just not good at expressing, but she knows it very well in her heart. You can see who she has given sugar to. 】

【No matter how dull she is, she can still feel it. She suddenly wants to hug Teresa. 】

[In this channel, how many gods of death come with the intention of watching the fun, dare to touch your conscience and say that you have never laughed at Artest? 】

The channel suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, one passed faintly, [There is nothing to argue with, um, I apologize. 】Laughed at Teresa without knowing it. Because I passed the trial, I had a sense of superiority, and I had a lot of speculation about Teresa who had been repeated.

Teresa didn't know what happened in the channel. She sat on her small bench, holding a paintbrush and obediently lowering her head to draw.

"What are you drawing?" Cynthia saw that the other children were gathered together, only Teresa was alone, so she came over and knelt down beside Teresa, "Is this a puppy?" She saw Teresa The crooked one in Reisa's picture book can roughly see a shape pattern, so she guessed.

Teresa paused when she wrote, she nodded slowly, "Well," this is what her brother taught her, but it seems that she is not as good as her brother, Teresa frowned.

"It's Tata," Teresa put down the paintbrush, and stretched out her soft fingers to point one by one. "This is Tata's ears, here are the eyes, and the nose..."

"This...is the tail?" Teresa pointed to the end, also confused. She scratched the back of her head, then nodded affirmatively, "Well, the tail."

"Is it your favorite puppy?" Cynthia asked Teresa tentatively.

"Well, it's mine." Teresa nodded, "Tata is stupid, doesn't know the way," but it's mine.

Cynthia touched Teresa's head, "Clara still needs to learn how to draw." Although everything else is doing well, she is still a child, Cynthia smiled in her heart.

"Huh?" Teresa turned to look at her, "Clara, do you want to learn too?"

"That's right," Cynthia smiled when she saw the 'puppy' on the drawing paper, "I still need to learn, although it's pretty good."

"Oh," Teresa replied lightly, she turned her head away, picked up the brush again and started to paint.

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Clark was stuck in the toilet after school, facing several boys in the class who had always looked down upon him, Clark frowned, he couldn't figure out why.

"I remember I didn't offend you," he drew back, trying to communicate with them.

"Hey Kent, don't you know? You're a freak," so bullying you can make us feel cool, the lead boy sneers.

Sometimes bullying does not need a decent reason, just because bullying the weak can give people the illusion that they are strong, and they can have a naive sense of vanity and accomplishment. Children of this age think so .

Clark looked at the time. Clara had been out of school for almost half an hour. He couldn't spend too much time here, and he didn't know how she was doing today. Clark was distracted while thinking about how to get out of here.

But the person was already close at hand, Clark stretched out his hand and pushed lightly on a conditioned reflex, Tom took several steps back, his legs couldn't stand still, and he sat down heavily on the ground.

Clark was startled, he looked at his hand, then quietly put it back behind his back, and when he raised his eyes, he met Tom's terrified eyes.

"Freak! You are really a freak!" Tom was helped up, but a sense of shame, anger and embarrassment welled up in his heart. He stared at Clark and said viciously, "Wait!" He staggered away on the shoulders of his companions.

Clark stood there in a daze. He stretched out his hand and looked at it. It was his hand, which looked so ordinary, but just now... Clark came to his senses. Oh no, he's going to pick up Clara!

When Clark rushed to the kindergarten, he saw his little sister sitting on the seat and drawing, and he walked over, "Clara, I'm here to pick you up." I'm sorry for coming so late, Clark touched Tai Risa's head felt very guilty.

"Well, let's go?" Teresa put away the brush and handed the painting to Clark, "Clara, here you are."

"What did you draw?" Clark took it and looked down. He saw the colorful ball on the white paper and smiled. If it weren't for the blue eyes of this person, he really wouldn't have recognized it.

"Is this me?" he asked, pointing to one of them, a figure in the shape of a bird's nest with blue eyes.

"Well," Teresa's eyes rolled up, and the dimples on her cheeks sank, "Clara is awesome!"

"How can you boast yourself!" Clark was amused, and he led Teresa to the outside, "What about the other one? Who is this?"

Teresa was still confused by his previous sentence, but she immediately dropped her doubts after hearing the latter sentence, "Brother,"

Clark blinked, "Does your brother have blue eyes too?"

"Well, it looks good." Teresa nodded.

"Then I have blue eyes too," Clark couldn't help touching his eyes, "I'm also Clara's brother!"

Clara?Teresa was dumbfounded.

"Huh?" It seems that there is something wrong.

Teresa looked up, looking at Clark.

The two people stared at each other, and both eyes blinked suspiciously at the same time.

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