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

Teresa has finished her first year of Kindergarten with a full set of Mickey Mouse stickers.

Martha happily cooked delicious vegetable soup for Teresa. Clark kissed his sister's little face, and then sent him a paper airplane he folded by himself. As for Jonathan, no one thought of it, not even Martha. You know, this serious-looking father has already bought a gift for his little daughter, a beautiful hair rope.

It can be imagined that the scene where Jonathan chooses in the jewelry store must be funny and cute.

In a blink of an eye, it was October.

Autumn in October is the harvest season of corn. Xiaoyangchun is fixed at the most beautiful focal length. The pure blue sky is like a girl’s sweet dream in the afternoon. The 10-foot cirrus clouds are as light and soft as a gust of wind. Swish, the rich smell of corn rushes towards my face.

In the golden cornfield, Teresa is probably the most energetic one.

Neither Martha nor Jonathan originally considered the little Teresa to help. Even Clark, they only asked him to help with some small things occasionally. Teresa was not assigned any tasks at all. Arrange to sit obediently in the room, snacks and cartoons are ready.

Is Teresa the quiet kind of pup?

Obviously, of course not!

When there were only three small biscuits left, Teresa stopped to take the biscuit, um, I can’t eat any more, I have to leave it to Mom, Dad and Clara, so the bean patted the biscuit crumbs on her hand Walk towards the door.

Daibao also collects corn!

Teresa came off with her scythe, and Clark, who was bagging corn, was taken aback by the valiant back of a certain bean, wait!Where did the sickle in your hand come from, sister? !

[Spray out a mouthful of water!Teresa!Are you planning to use the sickle that reaps souls to harvest... corn? ! 】

【Ahhhhhh Artest, stop it!How can you bear it~]

[There is nothing wrong with the use of the sickle, but will the souls harvested by Daibao smell a little corny in the future, hahaha. 】

【My God, if the scythe could talk, it would cry! 】

[Teresa's operation is too fresh and refined, I learned it, I learned it hahaha! 】

Teresa's speed is definitely not as fast as Jonathan's driving a harvesting truck, but she is also fast in manual harvesting. The more Clark looks at it, the more strange it becomes. Did my sister often farm before?How could the sickle be used so skillfully?

Martha, who was immersed in peeling the corn leaves, looked up inadvertently, and the corn stalks suddenly fell down at an alarming speed, one by two, one by one, "God, what is that?"

"Sister," Clark answered Martha's question.

"What?!" Martha squinted her eyes and took a closer look, and she found Douding running among the corn stalks. She was a small one, only one-third of the height of the corn stalks. It's hard to spot in the first place, "What is Teresa doing, this is too dangerous!"

"My sister is helping." Clark walked over and picked up the fallen corn stalks and threw them in front of Martha. "Look, Mom, this is my sister's achievement."

"No, she's still so young, so I can't do that if I want to help!" What if Jonathan doesn't see Teresa for a while, there will be big trouble if he is not careful. I went to catch Douding in the field.

Clark watched the war between Martha and Teresa with a smile while filling the corn. The result was always expected. Teresa was brought back obediently, and it seemed that she was very peaceful.

Martha moved a small bench from the house and put it next to it, and she patted it, "Come and sit here, Teresa peels corn leaves with mom."

Teresa scratched her head, and sat down to peel the corn leaves obediently. She didn't know much at first, but her hand, which was so neat with the sickle, suddenly became clumsy, especially when encountering tangled ears of corn, the small The face was tense, and the serious and serious appearance made both Clark and Martha laugh.

The hot sun made her face blush. Although Teresa had no expression on her face, she could make people feel her bitterness and hatred.

[Hahahaha real farmer·Daibao hahahaha is short of a straw hat! 】

【Obviously I am the god of death, but you want me to be a farmer. 】

【Hahahaha, no, I'm going to die laughing at Teresa, she's probably the first god of death to be a farmer! 】

[Artest might find that she is more suitable to be a farmer than Death, hahaha. 】

"Daibo doesn't like peeling corn leaves," Teresa said sullenly, her mouth curled into a straight line. Dubbo prefers to harvest corn, just like she harvests souls.

"Does Teresa like corn?" Martha asked her with a smile.

"Eat?" Teresa looked down at the corn in her hand, the golden and plump kernels lined up together, "Daibao has never eaten it."

Neither Clark nor Martha thought it would be this answer. They looked at each other and saw surprise and surprise on each other's faces.

Martha tore open the green leaves wrapped around the corn, "you can eat the corn after it dries," she handed the bald and clean corn to Teresa.

"Sister, you can try it when the time comes, the corn is delicious," Clark also handed over the corn he had just picked out.

"Huh?" Teresa took one in each hand and suddenly lowered her head and took a bite.

"Pfft~" Teresa had an indescribable expression on her face, her face completely collapsed with paralysis.

"Oh, Teresa! This has to be cooked and eaten!" Martha couldn't help but snatch the corn back from Teresa's hand. She couldn't hold back her smile when she saw the tooth marks on the corn. Why so fierce?

"Sister, is raw corn delicious?" Clark couldn't help thinking about this question. He hadn't eaten raw corn yet, so he didn't know what it tasted like.

"The corn doesn't taste good," Teresa complained softly. It was as bad as the snow. She pulled the ear of corn very hard, pouting her lips to do the same.

The corn cannot be harvested in one day. The swaying corn leaves reflect the fragrant sunset, and the afterglow of the sunset gradually sinks into the horizon. As the sun sets and exits, the lights in the world gradually light up one by one, like a day in the morning. A box of agate was turned over, bright and misunderstood.

The night came quietly, and the time for Teresa, the trainee god of death, had just begun. Teresa rolled up the parchment and put it away. After carrying the small backpack, she picked up the little black dog who was squatting by the side, and jumped out of the window. She is like a falling meteor, bright and fleeting.

Clark, who was in the room next to Teresa, also opened his eyes at the same time. His forehead was still covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he knew that he was awakened by a nightmare.

Clark took a few breaths. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed to pour some water. When he passed Teresa's room, he paused. Did my sister go out again?Clark frowned. He looked at the sky outside. The thick black night was like a dream from which he could never wake up. Clark licked his lips, feeling inexplicably worried.

He, is he really right to do this?

Helping my sister hide her parents, ignoring her safety for the sake of her dream.

What if, what if she didn't come back tomorrow morning?If, if Teresa continues like this, the body lacks sufficient sleep...it will not grow taller, this is scientifically based.

Clark scratched the back of his head, that's right, he should have said that, because he found that his little sister had an inexplicable obsession with height, if he said that, would the sister listen to it?

Clark thought uncertainly.

"Help, help... help..." A weak and short cry for help reached Clark's ears. He was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came. It was only a general direction, but Clark heard Yes, he heard it, it was the thirst for life, that was the person's hardest struggle.

Jonathan's exhortation was still echoing in his ears, and Clark pursed his lips tightly, getting into a tangle.

He went, failed Jonathan, and there would even be unforeseen consequences. If he didn't go... that was a living life. Clark didn't go against his heart in the end. He put down his water glass and ran out.

There is still a little bit of luck in my heart, he will come back after dealing with it soon, um, he will remember to put a garbage bag on his face!The night is indeed the best cover for the hidden ones, and Clark seems to understand why Teresa always acts at night.

But what is my sister going to do?Holding such doubts, Clark moved quickly on the plain.

"Tata, are you here?" Teresa scratched the back of her head comparing the road names on the signposts.

She is different from other gods of death, she can't find a way, so she can't come here before the death of human beings, she can only wait for the mission target to die, and come here with the smell of the soul, of course, sometimes with good luck, she can also come here in advance Or stepped on to come.

For Teresa, these have no effect. As long as she can harvest the soul smoothly, what does it matter before or after she comes?

[You still have to know your way, Daibao, if something goes wrong in the middle, you may fail again. 】

[It's no wonder that Artest can only fulfill the wish of the soul, because it is impossible for others to wait for her hahaha. 】

[Teresa, turn left, turn left!You have already gone this way! 】The gods of death in the channel were more anxious than Teresa. When she saw her pass by the familiar street again, someone finally couldn't help but give the way remotely.

However, it didn't work.

Teresa still foolishly ran in the opposite direction.

【ah!I am desperate!I gave up on this bean curd. 】

[It is recommended that Death Academy conduct geography classes!Strengthen the sense of direction of the trainees! 】

[Daibao is right, Thanatus is too stupid!Can't even find the way!Stupid dog! 】

【What did Thanatus do wrong?Hahaha is Beatrice in front?I love Dumbbod so much. 】

In the huge room, an old man who is about to die is lying on the white sheets. He is panting vigorously, his hands are trying to grasp the silky silk fabric under his hands, his eyes are wide open, and the size is a bit scary He was staring at him, those dark green eyes were already cloudy, but he still kept them open, unwilling to close them, he tried hard, wanting to see the world again.

On the ceiling is the painted painting of the Virgin Mary, kind and gentle, but now, under the gift of moonlight, in the eyes of the old man, he looks like a life-threatening evil spirit. No, he doesn’t want to die yet, he doesn’t want to die yet. die!

Teresa confirmed the address on the door plate, 83 Rose Street, Blair Romult, suffocated from asthma.She nodded, and then turned over the iron gate. The moonlight stretched her treacherous shadow very long, and cast a gloomy coolness on the corner of her dark cloak.

There were people who arrived earlier than Teresa.

【Oh My God!Isn't this Clark Kent really a trainee?Why is he here?Are you here to compete with us Artest? 】

[What order to grab, it's impossible, there can only be one trainee in a world, there must be a bug somewhere! 】

[This person's name is on Artest's list, we can all see clearly, which step went wrong? 】

"K, Clara?" Teresa and Thanatus looked at each other in dismay, looking at the little boy who should be sleeping at home instead of appearing here at this time.

Emmm, although there is a useless black garbage bag on his head, it is of no use to Teresa, and those who should recognize it will still recognize it.She also has a set of little star pajamas.

"Sister, why are you here?" Clark rummaged through the box to find an oxygen bottle, and put the oxygen mask between Blair's nose and mouth under Teresa's puzzled gaze.

"Come on, take a deep breath!" Clark demonstrated.

Teresa just stood there stupidly watching him work, she lowered her eyes, said nothing, just stood there quietly, her lips gradually pursed.

[Hey hey hey hey hey! ! ! 】

【He is saving someone, but since that person's name is already on Teresa's list, it means...】

【Is there such a special situation?Will the names of people who survived accidents disappear from the death list? 】

[The previous look shows that he didn't listen to the lectures in the academy. Even if he survives now, his name will not disappear. He will die in another way soon, or——use special means to survive, and then he will die Be a god of death with a special mission. 】

[In short, no human being can escape the pursuit of Death!Summary is over! 】

[Uh, did the previous one forget a possibility? 】

[So Artest let this human being go once? 】

[What to put, Artest will come sooner or later. 】

"Sister, why are you here?" Seeing that the old man's breathing had stabilized, Clark walked up to Teresa and took off the 'mask'.

"Hmm..." Teresa scratched the back of her head and answered vaguely.

"Did you hear Grandpa's cry for help?" Clark guessed, since Teresa has extraordinary strength like him, maybe she can hear distant voices like him.

Teresa shook her head, then nodded again. After nodding, she pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

"I heard it," Teresa's eyelashes trembled slightly under the moonlight, a little fragile and a little nervous.

"My sister is the same as me." Clark raised the corner of his mouth and touched Teresa's head. "Is this what you do when you come out every night?"

"Well," Teresa replied indistinctly. She subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and her whole body tensed up. She was wary of Clark.

Even some, afraid.

Teresa took Clark's fingers. "Go back," she said.

"Well, it's time to go back." Clark picked up Teresa and Thanatus, and held the little sister tightly in his small chest, preventing the wind from blowing her.

Teresa closed her eyes. She always thought that Clara was just like her, a junior trainee, but, but... the scene of Clark saving lives appeared before her eyes.

This, this is not right.

Those are the people on the list, the souls that need to be harvested by her.

They are different.

She, and Clara, are different.

Clara is no apprentice!

Teresa, who was sluggish, only now realized that she blinked and found that she had returned to the room.

"Sister!" Clark was very excited, finally someone in the family was on his 'side'!Both Jonathan and Martha disagree with him helping others, and it’s not that they don’t agree. In short, it will expose all his different behaviors.

He actually only now knows that his sister has long been doing what he has always wanted to do!No, how could he fall behind as an elder brother?

"You take me with you in the future, we can be together, no, no, no, the risk of being discovered like that is too great, sister, remember, you must be careful to hide outside, I didn't tell Dad, but you have to be careful, like this, we It can be exchanged, I will go on one, three, five, you go on two, four, six, weekends, weekends together? What do you think?" Clark looked at Teresa expectantly, his beautiful clear blue eyes were full of eagerness.

Teresa's indifferent face: "..." I don't think so, I don't think so.

Clara, you are a big liar!

The author has something to say: Clark: We are all the same!what do you think?

Teresa: We are different!

Daibao (crying out with a wow): Clara is a liar!

Artest (pushing hard): Oh, hehe, whoever is like you, go away, we are breaking up!

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