I had a strange dream.I think the content of the dream is... a little scary.But what to say?Overall, it has a funny feel to it, which is weird anyway. The content of the dream was that I found myself being led into an uncomfortable house.I clearly remember being led away by my father and mother near my home at first.However, unknowingly, the parents were replaced by a strange man and woman.Their eyes are so cold, so cold, I don't know how to describe them, they just look down at me like this.I think they should be about the same age as their parents?No, perhaps a little older than them?These two middle-aged men and women forcibly held me who was struggling to retreat, and at the same time pushed my back and led me into that house.It was a huge house that seemed to only appear in movies, with the endless horizon as the background, standing tall and desolate.

Inside the house a woman in black came out to greet the three of us, maybe thirty or forty years old?Maybe the same age as my parents, or younger than them.Her hair is brown, coupled with a fair face, and blue eyes, it is obvious that she is not Japanese.The woman kept talking to me with a smile on her face, but I didn't even know which language she spoke, so I could only confirm that she didn't speak Japanese. vaguely knew what she was talking about—— Welcome, Wei.Starting today, you will live here with us. In my dream, I only felt that smile was like the face of a witch or some kind of monster, so scary.But there is another me who calmly observes myself and the surrounding situation from the side.Take a closer look... Oh, what!Isn't she the "principal"?I probably think back to the day I was taken to "school"?After the "principal", I saw a fat middle-aged man wearing glasses and an old woman in black clothes. This is the best proof. Of course, they are the "house master" and Mrs. Arton.Now I am very clear, and because I am clear, I am no longer afraid.But the other me in the dream was just terrified.They looked like the witch's subordinates, and I seemed to escape from this house immediately.The man and woman who brought me here have disappeared.At first I hated the pair of suspicious guys pretending to be my parents, but after they disappeared, I began to feel a little scared... I felt more and more uneasy, screaming in my heart, "Don't leave me alone", Then the woman in black took my hand and I was taken to the back of the house, almost crying the whole way.Hey, don't worry at all!I told the other me like this to make myself feel at ease, but I don’t know if the me in this dream was slowly assimilated by the atmosphere in the dream?I just felt an urge to scream deep in my heart.

The urge came to a head when they introduced me to five people. Five people—not so much people, in fact, in my eyes at the time, it should be said that "five" is more correct.Five annoying and ugly creatures beyond imagination—no, monsters... how should I describe them?They looked as if they were covered with hard earth, and the earth was about to peel off. In short, these creatures were indescribably uncomfortable, and their eyes were staring at me abruptly.Eyes; eyes; eyes; eyes; still eyes.Ten beads that are as vague and empty as a human soul, but that shine brightly like beautiful gems.This is no longer a normal world, not a place where human beings should exist.I was thrown into the abyss of fear.This is a demon world at all. I feel that I was not only taken away from my parents, but also brought to this demon cave with unknown origins and monsters.

As often happens in dreams, I wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.I was so anxious, so anxious, and my sense of fear was getting stronger and stronger.Save me, who will save me, save me from here!Please, please, let me go back to my parents!Let me come, hey, didn't I tell you just now?There is no need to be afraid at all!Everyone is not a monster, but they are out-and-out people, and they are all people you know very well.You see, Stella also has "poet", "neutral", "obey", and "your highness". Yes, now I know very well that they are not alien monsters.It is clear that they are all the same as me, they are all children who were suddenly taken away from their families one day and sent to this "school".But when I first came here, I didn't know about it.I don't know anything, I don't even have a concept of where I am.In my eyes, everything and everyone around me looks maliciously dark.But now it's different, I understand everything.As I began to accept this fact, the unpleasant outlines of the five monsters gradually melted and turned into familiar faces.Five animals turned into five people—look, look carefully.There is Stella; there is "Poet"; there is "Neutral" and "Retainer";After confirming each face, I slowly woke up with a sigh of relief.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found the familiar ceiling in my room looking down on me.Ah, it turned out to be a dream!Although I thought about it in my heart, I still didn't feel any sense of reality. I lay on the bed for a while, not knowing how to deal with the feeling of confusion.What a weird dream, really weird.In the dream, I felt terrified, crying and screaming, but the other me kept laughing at myself like this.I don't even know if it's scary or funny.Perhaps such a messy relationship?The aftertaste after the dream made me unable to calm down for a long time. I have never had such an experience before, and this situation lasted for a long time.I wondered if I had really returned to the real world.I wondered in my heart, could it be just an illusion, in fact, I was still wandering in the dream?

I got my mood together, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.In the bathroom, which was the same size as the bedroom, the bathtub and toilet stood alone at an acceptable distance.In my eyes, who are used to seeing the general bathroom equipment, this scene is so weird.Although I am used to it now, when I was on the toilet, the feeling of emptiness around me made me feel overwhelmed.There was still no way to calm down and go to the bathroom properly.Why plan such a waste of space?According to "Neutral", it may be because this "school" was originally a hospital.So it turns out that after he talked about it, I found out that the installation next to the toilet and the bathtub may be for the convenience of the patient to go to the toilet or have enough room for the nurse to take a bath, right?This assumption is quite convincing, but if the "neutral" statement is correct, it means that the space used as our dormitory room is transformed from a sick ward. Thinking of this, although it has been beautifully remodeled , to avoid leaving the shadow of the past full of the smell of disinfectant, the mood becomes inexplicably complicated.

After using the toilet, I walked out of the bathroom and went back to the bedroom.There is a simple kitchen in the corner of the bedroom, which makes people wonder whether this is also the equipment left over from when it was used as a ward?There are also various cooking utensils in the storage cabinet below, but I am not smart enough to sneak back materials from the restaurant to cook by myself, so the cooking table is only used as a washing table by me.I turned on the faucet and washed my face with cold water.Such eyes were finally able to see a little more clearly, when suddenly something jumped into the eyes.That's my face reflected in the mirror on the wall.Drops of water run down the cheeks, looking like tears.It was a face I had been used to for a long time, a face I had been used to and had been familiar with for eleven years since I was born... It should have been like this, but this morning I was suddenly confused by a beggar's delusion, as if "This face is not my face" is the same delusion.It has been half a year since I started living in the "school" dormitory. Although I am generally used to the environment here, the fact that I am in a special situation has not changed.Perhaps because of this reason?Sometimes I will suddenly feel like this now, inexplicably feel that things that are so familiar, such as my hands or my own face, are not a person, but an existence that should be called "one".Yes, a kind of delusion surged in my heart, could this be the devil world?Could it be that Stella and the others didn't change from five animals to five people, but that I changed from a person to a strange creature, and became the same as them?

I shook my head vigorously, looking away from the mirror.By the way, I think the odds of having strange dreams have increased recently.I don't know why this happened, but I always feel that this seems to be a harbinger of something bad to happen, and my heart is always covered with a layer of uneasiness.Of course, when I lived an ordinary and peaceful life in Japan, I would occasionally have nightmares.But those were simple and terrible dreams, or else they were just exhausting dreams, never so intense that they interfered with daily life after waking.Is the reason for such a difference really due to the special environment?I think I am completely used to "school" and dormitory life, but maybe my body is expressing its resistance.This is not my real life—this dissatisfaction is well-timed in the form of a dream, and I think it must be.This kind of explanation is already the maximum limit for me, at least at this time.

I dried my face with a towel and changed my clothes.I usually wear a T-shirt and shorts when I go to sleep. Actually, there is nothing wrong with wearing this outfit for a day, but the "principal" once reminded me, "Oh, I said Wei, you are too sloppy, right? Pajamas and Home clothes need to be clearly separated." At that time, her expression and expectations were still as calm as usual, but she implied an indistinguishable courage, so after that, even I, who has always been carefree, began to change clothes diligently . But if you think about it carefully, how would the "principal" know that I was wandering around the campus in a T-shirt that I used as pajamas?Could it be that the "principal" is always taking advantage of our sleeping time to patrol our room quietly?Such doubts arose in my mind.Each room in the dormitory has its own lock—maybe a new lock was installed when the ward was remodeled, but I have heard someone say that the "principal" has a pair of master keys in her hand, so as long as she wants to, she can sneak out in the middle of the night. Getting into our room was a breeze... Could it be that I'm overthinking it?Besides, it wouldn't do the "principal" any good either.

I left my room, Room 106, and locked the door.The wide white corridor stretches all the way.Directly opposite is No. 105 where "Neutral" lives, and the back door is next to it.I remember that when I was first brought here, I had a certain expectation in my heart - as long as I walked through this road, I might be able to escape here quietly.After knowing that there is a barbed wire fence behind the building, and there are some unknown creatures in the swamp behind the barbed wire fence, my wishful thinking was also shattered, but now I have no idea of ​​escaping from the house.There are indeed many incomprehensible places here, but once you get used to it, you can't deny that living here is quite happy.If I have to live here all the time, I dare not say so leisurely, but anyway, I will be able to visit Japan one day.Although this period of time makes people wait a little anxiously, I still look forward to the day when my father and mother come to welcome me.

Of course, being able to return to Japan is a happy thing.I really want to see my friends and teachers at the school soon—not this strange "school" of course, but the elementary school in Japan I originally attended.However, if I go to Japan, I will have some regrets in my heart.There's really only one thing, and that's... As I walked down the long hallway, I looked at my watch, the Mickey Mouse character item that the "principal" had given me when I first arrived.I feel like I'm being treated like a little kid, which is kind of embarrassing, but not just watches, everything here is "school" rationed, so I don't have a choice.When I came here, I hardly brought anything in.In five minutes it will be seven o'clock in the morning, just in time for breakfast.Thinking about it now, I have already lived a fairly regular life in only half a year.In Japan, no matter how loud my mother yelled—if I didn’t get up, I would be late—I would still curl up in the comforter. When I was about to walk to the central hall of the building, room 101 just opened in front of me.The owner of the room, Stella Delrose, appears. "Ah, good morning." Stella, who was about to go to the central hall, stopped and turned to look at me.She spoke not English, but Japanese, with a smile on her face. Among all the students in the "school", Stella is the girl who allows me to interact most calmly.The reason is simple, because besides me, she is the only one who can speak Japanese here.She said her full name was Stella Nanko Del Rose, and she was a half-breed child of a Japanese father and a French mother.She kept emphasizing that she was the same age as me, just turned eleven, but I found her statement suspicious, even though it was a bit rude to say so.Because no matter how you look at her, she is older than me, and she looks like an older sister.I'm going to be in sixth grade soon, so it's no surprise that she's already a middle school student.Of course, I wouldn't be so uneducated, go into this kind of matter face to face, and stab a pure girl's heart. Stella, who had her long black hair braided in three strands, was wearing an inexplicably fluffy top and a skirt with a long hem.If a female classmate in elementary school wore this kind of dress, I might think in disgust, "Huh? This girl's hobby is so weird", but Stella is very suitable for wearing such clothes.I heard that her father is the owner of a famous Japanese restaurant in Paris, and the family of three lives in a high-end apartment with a view of the Arc de Triomphe, so he is an out-and-out high society daughter. Why is Stella with such a background in the "school"?I have no idea.This question is full of mysteries.This isn't just Stella's problem.Why were I and the other students separated from my family and gathered in such a place where there was no news?Without the consent of the family, the "school" is likely to be questioned about committing crimes such as kidnapping, but both parents agree to do so.I heard that Stella and others are the same.If so, for what purpose?I was thinking so hard that my head was bleeding and I couldn't think of a reason, alas, let's just bear with it for a while. As for how long this "for a while" will be, I don't know.In my situation, it is impossible for me to go back to elementary school to study, but it was said that I could go back to Japan to study after entering junior high school, so maybe I will stay here for a year?The longest is at most two years.At first I thought helplessly, do I have to stay here for so long?However, after I learned that Stella could speak Japanese, and upon closer inspection, I found that she was actually a very cute girl, and I began to think that, in this case, it might be good to extend my stay here.The feeling of wanting to go back to see my parents earlier has not disappeared, and the state of homesickness has continued, but when I think that life in this "school" will end one day, I feel a little... no, very lonely.Because I will go back to Japan, and on the other hand, Stella will go back to France.The distance between us is not so easy to communicate with each other, and considering the financial situation of my family, I can't leisurely make international calls all day long.At that time, I will probably have to write letters and exchange information obediently.Of course, this is a question that can only be considered after she agrees to correspond with me. Then again, I myself find it funny that when I was brought here, even Stella, who looks so cute now, made me feel horrible and scared like a monster crawling out of hell.It was such a huge shock to me to be suddenly thrown into this strange world.At that time, I was afraid that this would be a lifelong scar that would remain in my heart forever.But according to the "principal", within a few years, I will completely forget this experience.She also said, "Ah Wei, you have fully integrated into life here in less than half a year, haven't you? The child's adaptability is really amazing. And you didn't speak English at all when you first came here, but now you talk to other The students have no communication problems. If they were adults, they would not be able to adapt to the new environment so easily. This is the best proof."It's not that I don't understand the meaning of "principal", but I still feel that it is an adult's point of view after all.Because the older I get, the more I feel that what happened before is just a moment, right?Yet to us, each day seems so long that we can't help but worry that time may never end like this. On the way to the restaurant, I naturally held Stella's hand.It's become part of my daily routine now, but at first, I was amazed at my courage.Fortunately, she didn't show any displeasure, not only that, she was even a little shy and happy, so this should not be my wishful thinking.After that, the two of us became very close friends. "Hello." Stella made a playful gesture of pulling up her skirt to show me. "My name is Stella. Stella Delrose. I am eleven years old. What's your name?" It's certainly not the first time we've met.This is a game she and I sometimes play.Stella's premise is that in another six or seven years she may enter Paris and enter the Parisian society, so whenever she has the opportunity, she will use me as a self-introduction practice, as long as we think it is fun, these It doesn't matter.So I replied as usual, "My name is Wei, Wei Mikogami, and I am eleven years old. I live with my parents in Kobe, Japan. When I grow up, I want to go to France to pick you up." "Oh, that would be great. I'm currently living with my parents in a Parisian apartment overlooking the Arc de Triomphe. I'm really looking forward to your arrival." She played social games with me for a while, and we both giggled.Going to Paris to pick up Stella was a joke, but I secretly thought that if I could, I would fulfill this wish in the future. As we pass through the central hall, we enter the hallway of the school building known as the main area. The buildings of the "school" form a Y-shape when viewed from the air, and the straight line below corresponds to the main area.The part of the right inclined arch is the room where our students live, collectively referred to as the dormitory area.The part on the left is where the "principal" and the staff live, collectively referred to as the staff dormitory area.There is a restaurant on the right hand side as soon as you enter the main area.Ah, there is a strong fragrance floating in it.what.Eat bacon today.Great.I was full of joy and quickened my pace a little. When I saw the students who were already sitting in front of the table, I quickly let go of Stella's hand. The first to sit at the table was Kenneth "The Poet" Duffy. "Poet" is certainly not his middle name, that's a nickname I picked up privately, and no one else called him that. The "poet" has a quirk. He often talks to himself alone, which sounds like he is reciting some poems.But I don't know whether it is poetry or not, it just sounds like poetry because of the rhythm.I don't even know what he meant by what he said. "The Poet" is one year older than me, twelve years old, he often moves around in a wheelchair, his knees are always covered with a blue blanket with a teddy bear pattern on it, at least I have never seen his feet.Don't know what happened to him.Of course I didn't dare to ask myself, nor did I ask anyone else, and I don't plan to ask in the future.Because my mother always reminded me not to pursue other people's affairs. The "poet" greeted us silently.I don't know if he noticed that Stella and I walked over hand in hand just now, I somehow feel that his eyes are more sinister than usual.To say stare is a bit exaggerated, but maybe he usually feels alienated from me? The "poet" was brought to "school" long before I was.Seems to be about a year ahead of me.Stella came here at about the same time, so they are old classmates.In fact I've heard, before I came here, that the best thing to do with Stella was "The Poet."If this is true, then I can be regarded as intervening between the two of them halfway.At least the "poet" should think so.However, if he hates me because of this, I will be troubled.Stella and I, who can converse in Japanese, became close as a result of a very natural evolution, and there was nothing I could do about it.Although she can speak English, it cannot be denied that she feels a bit awkward when interacting with "poets" who communicate in English.Strictly speaking, it was his bad luck—I think he probably knows it too, right?Facing the "poet", she didn't deliberately criticize me who has a good relationship with Stella, or play tricks on me. However, this morning, I don't know if it was because of a bad mood, but his eyes looked really fierce.Maybe it's seeing through the confusion in my heart? The expression of "Poet" suddenly relaxed a lot.Now that he smiled at each other, I can't ignore it.After I said "Good morning" to Stella and "The Poet" respectively, I went to Mrs. Cotton, who was stirring the contents of the cauldron with a spoon. Breakfast is self-service, you take the plate yourself, choose your favorite dishes from the containers lined up, and serve them on the plate.It sounds good to say, but in fact not only this morning, there is actually no choice for every meal. Mrs. Cotton is about sixty or seventy years old, isn't she?Her age is equivalent to a mother to the "principal" and a grandmother to us.She always wore her white hair tied back in a ball, and wore a black dress with a white apron, which became his signature.At first glance, she looks like a maid serving in a rich family, but in fact she is not.At least no matter how polite I am, I can't praise her cooking skills.I think for our developing children, there should definitely be more food in larger quantities, however, the daily menu lacks meatiness to the point of being boring.I haven't had a bite of fried chicken or a hamburger since coming here.I've asked Stella and "The Poet" and they seem to be in exactly the same condition as when they first arrived. Having said that, the breakfast was ok.Occasionally, really only occasionally, egg dishes and bacon are served.I didn't like bacon very much at first, but now I dare not say anything more.Leaving aside the test pass, even if it is over-grilled, it is already quite a luxury for a body that is almost hungry for meat.Just imagining the picture of biting down on bacon and scrambled eggs with toast makes my mouth water. Just as I was picking up as much bacon as possible but not enough to be scolded from the container and putting it on the plate, I was about to return to the front of the table, but I was stopped by Mrs. Cotton's voice like an electric shock. "Ah Wei!" She said "Where" with eyes that could not be explained, scooped up the vegetable soup-like thing with a big spoon, poured it into a plastic bowl, and handed it to me.It's not just soup, as long as you don't eat everything on your plate, you will be scolded, so I really don't want to take the soup she gave me, but I can't pretend that I didn't hear it. "Thank you." I took the bowl of soup while trying not to frown.Alas, do I have to eat up the tasteless vegetables all night again?Wish I only had to do this penance at dinner time, really. Stella and I walked to the table where the "poet" was sitting.In this case, if we have the option of sitting at another table, it seems to exclude the "poet".I don't particularly dislike him, and I don't want to do anything that would cause a storm. Normally, the three of us chatted one after another, and when we started eating, "Her Royal Highness" walked into the restaurant. "Her Royal Highness" is of course my nickname in private, and her real name is Kate Mosley McGraw.The same age as the "poet", both twelve years old.Her straight and slender back inexplicably exudes a noble atmosphere, and her golden hair looks like a golden crown, which is why I gave her this nickname.Not only that, another reason is that she always has a retinue with her. You see, when Cao Cao arrived, didn't Bill "Retainer" Wilba follow "Her Royal Highness" into the restaurant?Those wide-open eyes, full of strong suspicion, always looked uneasy.With dry gray hair, he is the youngest among our students, only ten years old.Perhaps because of this, he followed her at any time, like a retainer looking for the protection of "His Royal Highness".As long as Mrs. Kate "Her Royal Highness" Maggrove is not seen by accident, the eyes that are usually wide open will become more uneasy, and tears will almost fill their eyes. The last to appear in the dining room was "Neutral," aka Howard Witt.He has a slender figure and a kind face like a comedian in a movie.Speaking to outsiders, he should be the easiest person in our group to get close to.In fact, he was the most social guy of the few of us.He knows how to keep a moderate distance from any group, and I secretly named him "neutral" because of this. There are six students in this "school" including me, and the only girls are Stella and "Her Royal Highness".Several students formed two groups with two girls as the center. It is too exaggerated to say that they are factions, but it is true.The "poet" and I belong to Stella's faction, while the "retainers" belong to the "Her Majesty's" faction. This is a rough distinction.The "neutral" does not belong to any group.As far as I am concerned, as long as I am not in the same group as an intern, I seldom have intimate conversations with "Her Royal Highness" and her followers "Retainers".But "neutrality" is different. I saw him chatting enthusiastically with Stella, and then he was playing with "Her Royal Highness" again.Such a guy is just like a bat, it doesn't sound good to say, but among the few of us students, he should also be called the most mature person, right? "Neutral" with a smile on his face - I want to tell myself, in fact he is of course full of displeasure - took the vegetable soup from Mrs. Cotton, he quickly looked at the situation in the restaurant, and finally sat down to "His Royal Highness" "That table.Maybe it's to keep the people on the two dining tables at a balance of three people?People who know how to flatter horses are really good at observing words and feelings. I suddenly discovered that the "Principal" and "Dorm Supervisor" who should have appeared in the restaurant at this time should have disappeared.what happened?I don't think the teacher who is usually strict about us not being late will oversleep himself.Are you feeling unwell?It's impossible for two people to get sick together, right?Just as I tilted my head and guessed puzzledly, Mrs. Cotton, with a straight face as usual, approached us while clapping her hands. "Okay, everyone be quiet. Boys and girls..." It was Mrs. Cotton's habit to always talk and emphasize the pronunciation of boys and girls. Every time she heard her speak, she felt very ironic. "Everyone listened to me while eating. Dr. Seward and Mr. Baggins were out on errands early this morning." Dr. Seward in her mouth is "Principal", and her full name is Stella Seward.And Mr. Baggins is the "House Master", and his full name is... I don't know, I haven't heard of it, and it doesn't matter anyway. "Both of them won't come back until evening." So, is it possible that today's classes and practice are off?We are all filled with great expectations.But Mrs. Cotton didn't give us any time to breathe, and continued talking nonchalantly. "So the morning class is used for testing. I will supervise you in place of Dr. Seward. That's it, I hope everyone works hard." "Then the practice class in the afternoon—" The one who raised his hand was "Neutral" who still had an amiable smile. "What to do?" "I heard that Mr. Baggins has prepared a new topic, so everyone will start a new topic. Not one by one, but with the group that has been decided. Do you hear that? Also, I always remind everyone-" Mrs. Cotton said With a look of "this is the end of the topic", he turned to the right. "Don't leave any food behind." "Excuse me..." A faltering voice came from the table of "Her Royal Highness", and I couldn't help being surprised.Isn't it the "retainer" who looks timid but bravely raises it?Very shy and introverted, he rarely speaks in front of people like he does now. "What are Dr. Seward and Mr. Baggins doing out there..." "Didn't I tell you?" Mrs. Cotton turned her head annoyed. "for work." "That's why I asked... what is that..." "Everyone will wait and see, and we will find out in the evening." I tilted my head suspiciously, thinking to myself, what a strange statement, but the "retainer" seems to have received a revelation. "Could it be... that..." Huh?He seems to be peeping at me with squinting eyes. Is it because of my psychology? "Are there any new students coming here?" "Oh, what a cleverness." Mrs. Cotton seemed to be bored by being guessed the puzzle, she shrugged, looked away from the "retainers", and sat on her desk. "Yes, Dr. Seward and Mr. Baggins are now off to fetch your new friend." How should I explain the reaction of the "retainers" at that time?It was obvious that he was shaking.The eyes that seemed to be afraid of something all the time were now full of fear. "Her Royal Highness" frowned and comforted him with a smile, "Are you okay?" But he didn't seem to listen at all, then Qiqi kicked the chair suddenly and stood up quickly. However, Mrs. Cotton coldly reprimanded the "retainers" who were about to escape from the restaurant. "It'll take me a few times to understand, the food has to be eaten! Boy Bill." The "retainer" suddenly returned to the chair weakly like a discouraged ball, and it made people feel that it was incredible that he didn't roll directly on the floor.His whole face is distorted, it's hard to see that he is trying to suppress the emotion that might make him cry if he is not careful, or he is trying his best not to let himself laugh.That kind of expression makes people even feel uncomfortable.What is the matter?Why is he overreacting so much? Suddenly, I realized that it wasn't just the "retainer" who had a strange reaction.The "poet" holding the soup spoon also stopped moving, and from his empty eyes, it was obvious that it was definitely not because the soup was too bad to drink.In addition, even the "Her Royal Highness" who usually does not flinch no matter what happens, also shows a little wavering.And the best proof is that the smile on the face of "Neutral" disappeared, instead it was covered with a dark color.What is going on? Only Stella managed to remain calm, but judging by her ingenuity, she must have noticed the changes in others, right?What happened?She gave me a puzzled look, and I just opened my mouth and said "who knows" silently, and then shrugged at her. The question was never answered, but since no one wanted to say anything more, I still don't know what happened after all.In this way, we finished our breakfast in the dark atmosphere like a night vigil, and then went to the classroom directly in the corridor.The garage and gas station can be seen from the window. Maybe the "principal" has prepared it in advance?Mrs. Cotton gave each of them two papers.One is a math topic with fractional calculations as the main topic, and the other is English grammar.After receiving the examination papers, the six of us began to answer silently without any instructions from Mrs. Cotton.Everyone answered seriously, as if they had forgotten all about the wonderful scene that just happened in the restaurant.Even "retainers" are no exception.The results of the test will determine the amount of pocket money you get.This is a "school" rule.You get ten cents for every ten you score.If you get 100 points, you can get one dollar.One dollar can buy three 30-cent chocolate bars, or two 45-cent bottles of Coca-Cola. As I mentioned before, the food life here is miserable.我们不能拒绝柯顿太太为大家准备的餐点。偶尔史黛拉会用从厨房偷来的材料在自己房间的简易厨房里做一些比较像样的料理，我多少能分到一杯羹，但是柯顿太太对于管理物资可是十分精明的，因此一个月能有这样一次机会就已经算是老天厚爱了。在这样贫乏的生活中，我们享有的乐趣就是位于中央大厅的自动贩卖机。零食和饮料勉强可以带给我们比较人性化的喜悦。但是如果没有钱，就别“消想”这些东西。被带到“学校”来时，包括金钱在内，私人物品全部不准带进来。真的可以说是孑然一身，称得上自己拥有的物品，顶多就是来时身上那一套衣服。这里没有银行也没有邮局，也别奢望家人会送来生活费，所以我们能仰赖的只是每一星期平均举行两次的考试礼物——“校长”给的零用钱。这就是大家必须拼命埋头苦干的理由。 当然，我们有时候都会产生作弊的念头，譬如我对算术比较擅长，每次都有考100分，或者接近满分的自信，所以“家臣”总是很露骨地想窥探我的答案。当然平常都有“校长”严密的监考，而今天也有柯顿太太在场监督，因此他也没办法那么容易达到目的。算术对我来说像是三餐便饭，相对的，英语文法就考倒我了。我好不容易在日常会话方面没有什么障碍了，但是试卷上的问题都是用英语写的，而且还要求用英语解答，我实在只有举双手投降的份。我好想偷看“诗人”的答案，但是有柯顿太太一直来回踱着步子监考，根本不让我有一丝丝的可乘之机。这一次算算数考满分，英文文法方面却也有考零分的可能性。零用钱顶多只能拿到1块钱的样子。Oh, forget it.好歹还可以买三根巧克力棒。 考试的时间从八点半大试点，整整有一个半小时。但是我们的专注力没办法持续那么久的时间。大部分的人都早早就解答完毕，趴在桌上打盹儿。只要学生们不窃窃私语，没做什么恶作剧，柯顿太太也就不会没事骂人了。对于学生的轻微打呼声，她也睁一只眼闭一只眼放过去。 考完试到吃中饭之间这段时间是我们的自由时间。有人到图书馆看书，其他人则到接待室看录影带。看到史黛拉朝着接待室的方向走去，本来也想陪着她去，但是又想去吸吸外头的空气，于是我穿过位于图书馆和接待室之间的入口大厅，来到建筑物外头。 来到玄关，广阔的大地便展现在眼前，左右两边都是荒野，连一幢房子一棵树都没有。我实在无法想像这里距离最远的城镇或村落有多远，但是我可以确定，要是没有车子的话，根本没办法跟外面的世界有互动。我瞄了一下位于图书馆那一侧的大型车库，平常总停在里面的三两车子少了其中一辆绿色的休旅车。“校长”和“舍监”开着那辆车到底去哪了呢？我企图回想起自己被带来时候的事情，但是只记得车子在荒野中跑了好几个小时，随着车身晃动之余感到疲劳至极，甚至让我感到不耐。这里几乎像是陆地上的孤岛，为了贮存燃料，在车库后头还设立了一个规模虽小但是足以自给自足的加油站，听说每半年就会载送汽油到这里来。 一片云都没有的天感觉好舒服，我来到接待室一侧宽大的庭院。网球场和篮球场的对面有一个不能算是整理得宜，但是姑且可以打球的草坪。所以球类竞赛用的道具除非有“校长”的许可，否则是不得借出的，所以不管今天天气再怎么好，我们都不能到外头嬉戏。 正想坐到院子角落的一张长凳上时，突然觉得背后有股气息。回头一看，看到坐在轮椅上的“诗人”过来了。我们互相招呼一声之后开始一起散步。走了一圈，让人觉得活力充沛，甚至冒出了汗，但是整个环境却感受不到太重的湿气。我不敢确定，但是这里的空气十分烦躁，让我明确感受到，自己现在在的地方真的不是日本。 “怎么办？”默不作声让我觉得气氛太沉闷，于是我用轻松的语气问到。“刚刚的测试？” “嗯，总的算起来——”“诗人”一边拨着轮椅一边歪着头说。“两边凑合起来大概可以拿到一块八十分吧？” 在这里测验的分数经常被大家换作分和元来计算。 “阿卫，你呢？” “不知道，我想能拿到一块钱就谢天谢地了。唉，真是糟糕。” “把它当作一个自我节制的机会吧？吃太多candybar对身体不好哦。” 对哦，巧克力在英语中说成是candybar吧？为什么是candy？是因为多半里面都塞了杏仁糖之类的东西吗？ “饮料也一样。如果喝太多对牙齿不好，还会染上成人病。” “这我知道呀，可是在这边没有其他乐趣可言。你自己这样说，但是也不能抗拒自动贩卖机吧？” “我呀——”他有点为难地笑了，“我不是很喜欢甜的东西，到比较喜欢薯片。” “那还不是一样？如果不控制盐分的摄取，对身体也一样不好。” "You said so." “说到盐分，”虽然正值发育，胃口最好的时期，但我一向到就快吃午餐了，心情却没多大雀跃。我只得叹气，“我知道这些牢骚跟之前的差不多，可是，柯顿太太的料理难道就不能改善点吗？” “没办法的。”也许是已经完全死心了吧“诗人”苦笑着“以前我们曾经多次要求改善，但是……还是投降吧，否则你就活不下去。” “我觉得不可思议的是，柯顿太太自己不是也得跟着大家一起吃来历不明的汤汁么？既然如此，她不是应该多用点盐，或者多在味道上下一点功夫么？” “怎么说呢？不如说——”“诗人”将轮椅停了下来，说“不如说，就因为是这样吧。” "Huh? What do you mean?" “也就是说那本来就是配合柯顿太太本人的口味而做出来的。” “别开玩笑了。你是说她喜欢吃那么难吃的东西么？她的舌头一定有问题。” “你没有发现么？阿卫。不管是所有的材料煮到几乎全部都融化了的蔬菜汤，或者是连一颗豆子都没有的土豆泥，柯顿太太所做的料理都是软到不行的东西。” “对哦。”这件事我都没有深思过，“经你这么一说倒真的是哦。所以你的意思是？” “不都是一些不用太过嚼就可以吃，不会对牙齿造成负担的东西吗？照这样看，柯顿太太牙齿应该不好，听说她的牙齿全是假牙。” “这么说来你是什么意思？你是说，那个老太婆只是把自己容易吃的东西强行推给我们吃么？” “嗯，她说做的料理味道都那么淡，我想大概是考虑到自己的健康而可以控制盐分的摄取吧？” “有道理。”我可以接受这种说法，但也感到不耐烦，“也就是说不管我们怎么期待，也吃不到任何肉食咯？” "yes." “话又说回来。”我感到十分佩服。“肯尼斯的观察真敏锐。我以前从没有注意过这件事呢。” “被你夸成这样，还真叫我坐立不安，我就直接说吧。” “直接说？” “嗯，是什么时候的事啊？应该是阿卫来之前或者你已经来了我有点忘了。总之，我听到巴金斯先生抓着席华德博士发过牢骚。” “牢骚？” “听说她几近疯狂的要求博士，问她能不能改善一下伙食？还说，我可还年轻着，如果配合老人家的饮食口味，就要变成木乃伊了。” “哦？”笑死人啦，连那个“舍监”都对柯顿太太的料理感到厌烦了啊？“真是杰作。” “巴金斯先生发现我刚好经过，就停止了抗议。” “对哦，他们感情好像不大好。” "What's the meaning?" “我是说，巴金斯先生。他看来和席华德博士或柯顿太太的感情好像不大好。” “巴金斯先生确实好像不是打心底享受这边的工作。但是，光是从这一点也不能判断他跟席华德博士她们的关系好不好。” “诗人”避免系太武断的判断，但在我看，“舍监”是一个烟瘾相当严重的人，无奈“校长”禁止在内部抽烟，因此他总习惯把玩着他那个没有点火机会的金色打火机。就算他可以跑到外面去抽烟，回来之后会因为身上的味道而被骂。 “可是，如果说巴金斯先生真的那么不满，我认为比他年轻的席华德博士应该对柯顿太太的料理更不敢恭维才对。可是博士什么也没说啊。或者她只是顾虑到柯顿太太的面子吧” “不，不是这样。席华德博士好像本来就是素食主义，对吃方面不怎么在乎。我甚至认为，或许每天不变的菜色是博士下的指示。” “我真是受够了。” 我们在草坪上绕了一圈回到座位我坐了下来，“诗人”也将轮椅停在我旁边。 “我说，肯尼斯啊。”我不知道这个问题好不好提出来问，但是也许是趁着正热络气氛，我实在无法压抑自己的好奇心。“今天早上在餐厅里——” "Ok?" “当柯顿太太说席华德博士和巴金斯先生今天傍晚会带新生的时候，比尔·威尔巴好像有点激动不是吗？” “嗯。”“诗人”点点头表情顿时阴暗了下来。 "yes." “这是怎么回事？不只是比尔，我觉得其他人的反应也都有点奇怪。” “不只是这一次。” "What's the meaning?" “阿卫，听说你要来的时候，我们也觉得很震惊呢。” "Huh? Why?" “当时我们当然不知道新生，也就是你是一个怎么样的人啊。但是我们也不是因为这样，就对这个叫卫·御子神的学生本人产生抗拒反应。不过……”“诗人”坐在轮椅里扭动着身体，就好像思索着适度的措词会伴随着有肉体的痛苦一样。“不过该怎么说呢？对我们来说，接受新伙伴往往是一种试炼，而且是非常大的试炼。” “试炼？” “或许应该称为过关仪式。我们会想，这一次究竟会不会安全过关？” “安全过关……过什么关？” “是不是每件事都可以顺利结束呢？经过试炼之后，是不是能回到原本的和平生活呢？嗯，或许这一次一切都无法回归正常了吧？” “所以我才问你，你所说的那个——”我完全听不懂他的话重点在哪。“到底是什么事情？” “如果知道就不会这么辛苦了。”“诗人”露出微热的笑容。“啊，我不是在嘲讽你，我们真的也不知道。可是……”他低下头去，然后仿佛下定决心似的抬起视线。“如果我说出来，你定会以为我的脑袋有问题，但是我还是得说。因为总有一天你也得亲身去体验。” “体验？我体验——” “安慰这个地方呀，住着某种邪恶的东西。” “邪恶的东西……？” 我受到“诗人”的影响，抬头看着“学校”的建筑物。因为平时多半都待在经过漂亮改装的屋内，所以鲜少意识到，不过现在从室外重新打量发现，“学校”其实已经相当老旧了。连在如此晴朗的阳光照射下，还是感觉到建筑物散发出一种可怕的气息。这确实是不争的事实。 “那是什么东西？” “很难用言语说明，不过，确实是有某种东西存在。” "Where?" “我就说啊——”“诗人”一边将视线从建筑物移开，一边反手指着“学校”的地方。“在那里面。” "which room?" “我想是所有的房间。” “怎么可能？你不是在说连我的房间也有吧？” “也许有。不，一定有。” “可、可是，我没有见过什么奇怪的东西呀。” “那、个、东、西，不是可以用眼睛可以看得到的。” “你说的那个邪恶的东西——”老实说，我只觉得他不是脑袋有问题，要不，就是刻意在嘲讽我，但是“诗人”的语气虽然平静，但是却充满了前所未有的魄力，我实在没办法把他说的话当成玩笑看待。“是——活的吗？” “是啊，应该说是活的。平常是沉睡着的。” “你说沉睡？” “是的，安安静静地睡着。除非那个设施内发生什么特别的事情，否则那、个、东、西是很温驯的。就好像在冬眠一样。不够……”“诗人”舔舔自己的嘴唇，顿了一下，“不过，一旦察觉到有什么变化，那、个、东、西就会觉醒过来。” “变化？那指的是——”我也不自觉的舔着自己的嘴唇。“譬如有新生到这里来之类的事情？” “正是。那、个、东、西是不喜欢变化的。所以，一旦有新生到来，它就会就觉醒，对着我们大家，而不只是对着新生露出它的獠牙。” “它露出尖牙要干嘛？你是说它会袭击我们么？” “也许，具体的情况我不知道。因为我也还没有体验过最恶劣的事态。但是，我有一种预感，一个不小心，我们可能都会被那、个、东、西给毁灭。” “我还有一件事不明白。”从他的话中听来，好像除了“诗人”之外的其他人有人体验过最恶劣事态，但是我不知道是不是该深究这件事。“这么说来，当我来的时候，那、个、东、西也醒过？” “没错，所以我们才会那么的不安。不只是比尔，大家都一样。担心这一次是不是能够平安过关。不过还好——”“诗人”的表情终于略微缓和了一些。“还好，阿卫，还好你很快就适应了这里。知道这个事后，那、个、东、西也许也放心下来了吧？它很快又回去冬眠了。我们也跟着松了口气。因为在你来之前有一次是闹得天翻地覆的，又一阵子我还很担心不知道事情到底会演变成什么样子——” “你说之前的一段时间是？” “诗人”的表情再度变的阴暗。“就是比尔·威尔巴来的时候。” “咦？比尔怎么了？” “比尔是在你之前来这里的学生。他没办法像你一样，很顺利的就适应这里的环境。我们五个人可是每天过的战战兢兢的。现在他多少也比较平静一点了，但是我觉得还不算是完全适应了。他老是黏在凯特身边，勉强才能过日子——” 看来比尔之所以想跟在母鸭后面的小鸭子一样，经常黏着“王妃殿下”，理由似乎不单纯是对她的崇拜。“诗人”的意思好像是这样的。但是，“诗人”本人好像也不是很确定到底是基于什么理由，他突然歪着头，自言自语似的嘟囔到：“凯特……啊？话又说回来，为什么是她呢？” 其实我更在意的是另一件事情。“你说……五个人？” "what?" “那是我来这里之前的事情吧？比尔当时是新生。看到他迟迟没办法适应这里而感到焦躁的前辈们当时应该只有四个人吧？除了你之外，还有史黛拉、霍华德·威特、凯特·莫斯里·马克格罗” “诗人”静默了好长一段时间。不知道是苦恼着该怎么说？亦或是决定就此打住这个话题？后来他终于开口了，但是眼神始终刻意不跟我对望“……是吗？也难怪你不知道啦。事实上当时还有另一个学生在。一个叫丹尼斯·路德洛的男孩子。” “那个男孩子现在怎么样了？” “已经不在这里了” "why?" “总之，他就是没有和我们在一起学校了。” “也就是说，他毕业了？” “应该说是被淘汰比较正确吧？他跟不上这里的课程，也跟不上实习的进度。至少席华德博士是这样判断的。所以应该就是这样吧？于是，有一天，丹尼斯就离开这里了。这事就发生在你来之前。从此我们就没再见到他。” “那么那个叫丹尼斯的男孩子目前是回到家人身边了？” “这样嘛——”“诗人”的眼睛像痉挛地似的直眨着。“我想应该是吧？” "What do you mean?" “时间也差不多了。”“诗人”看着自己的手表。有泰迪熊图案。果然也是“校长”送他的吧？“吃中饭的时间到了，接下来的事以后再说吧？” “我是无所谓啦” “还有，阿卫，希望你别把我们谈这件事的事情告诉席华德博士他们，也别让其他的学生知道，你能答应我吗？” 对哦，我这才想到，不只是“诗人”，这是我第一次和这里的人谈到关于“学校”的事情。 “我当然可以答应你。那么，我们什么时候再谈后面的部分啊？” “这个嘛——我想越看越好，我想在新生来之前解决。” “那就傍晚之前喽。好赶啊。” “如果在这之前没办法找到时间谈，那就得等到新生到达之后了，那就没办法了。今天晚上，你就选个适当的时间到我房间来一趟。千万别让任何人发现。” "understood." “我有不好的预感……真的是不好的预感。”“诗人”落寞的嘟囔着，转着轮椅走向建筑物的玄关。“那就待会见。” "Ok." 我莫名地觉得最好别跟“诗人”一起回建筑物里面，便到车库那绕了一圈之后，再走向玄关。我并不认为别人会觉得我跟他在一起就是在讲悄悄话，但是不自觉地就被“诗人”的严肃态度所影响，因此也就格外谨慎了。因为这样，午餐时间过了一会之后，我才抵达餐厅。 “阿卫，你迟到了！”我小跑步跑到餐厅，一面就飞来柯顿太太的斥责声。 我定睛一看，“诗人”一如往常，坐在跟紧粘着“王妃殿下”的“家臣”同一张桌子前面。也许是才讲过悄悄话，所以他也想刻意避免跟我同桌。当然，他也是看准了我应该会跟史黛拉坐在一起，因此才会去跟“王妃殿下”他们坐在一起。另一方面，“中立”则坐在史黛拉那一桌。他大概是跟吃早餐时一样，考虑到两个集团个三个人的配置吧？我尊重他的安排，决定去跟史黛拉坐在一起。 “真是稀奇了。”史黛拉淘气地用英语说道。也许是因为“中立”同桌吃饭的关系吧。只有跟我独处时她才会说日语。“一向谨慎的阿卫竟然会迟到。” “迟到一点而已啦。我到外面散步去的。” "one person?" “当然是一个人。” “真是受不了孤独的人啊，或者你是跑出去看鳄鱼？” 她口中的鳄鱼是栖息在建筑物后面的铁丝网对面的鳄鱼。平常那只是一个宽广的沼泽，感觉不到任何杀气。要是不说，会误以为里面没有任何生物，但是，我们曾经亲眼看过一群鳄鱼为了争食一只像小动物一样的猎物而展开战斗。它们一边在粘稠的沼泽里跃动，一边把上腭挺到半空中。尾巴和身体互相撞击所造成的那股笨重的撞击感传到了我们身上。那副猛烈厮杀的景象就如同刀光剑影的剧情片。 “怎么可能？”虽说被围墙挡在外面，但是自从目睹那一幕之后，光是隔着铁丝网看到像是沾满泥巴的细长流木之类的东西游过沼泽时，心脏就好像整个都要缩起来了一样。我干嘛要可以跑去看那些家伙的可怕脸孔啊？“这个玩笑一点都不好笑，史黛拉。” 午餐的菜色是红番薯汤。但是还是一如既往，煮得又稀又没有任何味道。泡在番薯汤里面的椒盐饼干又湿又软，一点口感都没有。对于牙齿不好，或者担心高血压的人来说，这样的饮食确实是很让人安心吧？ “对不起。”我对这柯顿太太举起手，“关于刚刚的考试结果，什么时候可以还我们。” “那当然——”她头也不抬，若无其事地回答：“要经过席华德博士打分数才行。等博士回来再还你们。” "what?" 也就是说最快也要等到明天以后才能拿到答案卷，而在那之前，又得不到零用钱，又没办法买巧克力棒了？本来打算这餐之后去自动贩卖机的我顿时整个人像泄了气得皮球一样无力。 “怎么了，阿卫？”史黛拉对我的反应很惊讶，不过立刻了然于心，她点点头说，“啊，原来是这样啊。我知道你没钱了，对不对？” “是啊。至少今天一整天都得放弃营养补给了。怎么这样？太过分了。” “你想吃糖果棒吗？我可以分给你吃啊。” “啊？史黛拉。你还有多余的啊？” “嗯，实习课之后如果有空，就到我房间来拿。” “那真是太谢谢你了。” “中立”困惑地看着我雀跃的样子。然后小声地说，“喂，史黛拉，很抱歉地问你一个奇怪的问题，你是那种平时会把零食跟饮料储藏放在自己房间的人吗？” “还不到储藏的地步。当我考试考到高分，我就会一次多买一些零食跟饮料。大家不都是这样吗？一次吃不完，所以就放着了，只是这样而已。” “你那些买来放着的东西，嗯，该怎么说好呢，也就是说，从来没有过在不知不觉中消失不见的情况吗？到目前为止？” “啊？”史黛拉很惊讶得停下拨着椒盐饼的手。 "What's the meaning?" “明明放在房间里的零食和饮料，某天想拿出来分享的时候，却发现莫名其妙的失踪了。你没有这种经验吗？” “完全没有啊，你到底在说什么？难道霍华德，你有这种经验？” “确实如此。”“中立”以平时难得一见的严肃表情，窥视着四周的状况。“我有这种经验。” “你是不是心理作用了吧？” “不是。我确实是藏在简易厨房里。嗯，说藏当然只是一种形容词啦。我只是很单纯地将东西收紧那里，就是烤肉味的薯片。然后想拿出来吃的时候，竟然发现东西不翼而飞了。” “如果你真的藏得好好的话，应该不会消失吧？难道你的意思是被老鼠拖走了？” “不，不是老鼠啦。”“中立”刻意压低声音，“是有人干的，有人偷走了我的东西。” “啊？”我闻言大惊失色。“喂，霍华德。你到底——” “嘘！”史黛拉用手肘顶了顶我的手臂。“柯顿太太正瞪着我们呢。用餐时间不可以窃窃私语，详细的等吃过饭再说。” 于是，零食偷窃事件的话题就此打住。吃过午饭后有一段短短的休息时间，紧接着就是实习课。我们所有人都被带到教室去。 “男孩跟女孩们——”等我们落座之后，柯顿太太情了清嗓子说。“现在根据巴金斯先生的指示，发表这次实习的分组方式。第一组是史黛拉·德尔罗斯和肯尼斯·达菲，还有比尔·威尔巴三个人。” “啊？”几个惊讶的声音同时响起。其中之一就是我。史黛拉的成员是“诗人”和“家臣”？这么说来，我—— “另一组是——”柯顿太太像爬虫一样的，却让人会觉得鳄鱼都比她可爱的不悦眼神瞪着我们。“凯特·莫斯利·马克格罗、霍华德·威特，还有卫·御子神三个人。以上。” “王妃殿下”的组员有“中立”跟我。“家臣”被从“王妃殿下”身边拉开了。眼看着他好像就快哭出来了一样，一脸畏惧的模样。我其实也不想跟史黛拉分开，但是这种事情并没有严重到需要那么地沮丧。想到这里，莫名地有一种既觉得“家臣”很可怜似的，却又对他的不中用感到生气似的复杂情绪。 “那么，这是第一组的课题，这是第二组的课题。”柯顿太太将影印单分给每个人。“第一组分到图书室，第二组在接待室。各自进行讨论。第一天发表的时间是明天，要在巴金斯先生面前发表，就是这样。听清楚了吧？现在赶快行动。另外就是如我平常一再耳提面命的——”她趾高气扬地，嘲讽地瞥了我一眼。“晚餐时间别迟到。” 等柯顿太太从门出去之后，我们也相继离开了教室。第二组的“中立”和我跟着“王妃殿下”走向接待室。 “待我看上一看。”“中立”一副“猫不在，老鼠为王。”的架势，鞋子也不脱，拿靠垫当枕头躺在长椅子上，看着自己的影印稿。“巴金斯先生敬启，这一次会是什么样的事件呢？” 我也坐在椅子上看着影印稿。里面的内容有好多是平常的会话当中不常用到，表现方式更迂回曲折的字眼，因此我请“中立”和“王妃殿下”为我做补充说明，好歹终于搞懂了。以下是影印稿里的内容。 “啊，这还真是有点笨拙的问题呢。”“中立”似乎颇乐在其中。“舍监”出的课题总是这么古怪。我不知道这是虚构的故事，或者是根据真人真事改编出来的，总之，他总是设定奇怪的事情，然后让我们思索故事的结局。每一组要发表结果，但是评定的标准却很马虎。 “正确解答并不限定只有一个。就算跟我准备的答案不一样，只要有道理，又有趣，也可视为正确答案。”这是“舍监”的说词。这样一来，过不过关且不是单看他的心情？ “我们赶快分配角色吧？”“中立”很有效率地进入状况。“倒不是说女孩子就一定要饰演女孩子的角色。不过凯特可以实验女A吗？” "It doesn't matter." 这又是“舍监”的实习课的诡异特征。他总要我们饰演相关角色，再从其观点来看事件。如此一来，就可以尽可能从各种不同的角度来思考事件的内容——这是他给我们的理由。但是在我看来，那只是“舍监”的个人恶意的行为。 “那就这么决定了，我跟阿卫就饰演剩下的男B和男C。怎么样？” “嗯——”我想了一下之后。“如果霍华德没有意见，我想饰演男C。”