Chapter 3 Chapter two

She is being whipped by two six-foot patrol officers for insisting on using traditional safety pins while the ordinance requires the use of zippers.When the blood started to trickle down her spine, she woke up to find that the only thing beaten was her hearing.The bell rang again.Disregarding her status, status, and upbringing, she cursed a few words, then sat up.No! Never! She never lingers an extra minute after lunch.At two forty-one there is a train coming from Rabo Station, and by the time she catches it, she will have said her goodbyes, her obligations to her friends will have been fulfilled, and her soul will be filled with the joy of escape.She treats herself with a half-pound box of chocolates on the station platform.By the end of the week, the scale in the bathroom would clearly show the consequences, but she didn't care! The scale reminded her that, in a virtuous life, one had to take a bath.

Handa had apologized for Lucy's room being quite far from the staff bathroom; she had also apologized for placing Lucy in the student dormitory, but Fro Getassen's mother was visiting from Sweden, Occupies the only faculty room, and will not leave until the end of the semester results conference at the beginning of next month and after reviewing her daughter's results.Lucy wondered if her sense of direction—which, according to her friends, was rather underdeveloped—could lead her to the bathroom.The process of wandering through empty, brightly lit hallways and finally walking into the lecture hall is pretty scary.

But it would be more terrifying to ask a group of early birds in a crowded hallway how to get the late bird to find a place to bathe. This is how Lucy's mind works.It's not enough to see the scary side of things, you have to be able to see the opposite.She sat for a while, thinking only of these horrors, enjoying the pleasure of doing nothing.Another bell rang, and at the same time another wave of footsteps kept the morning busy. Lucy looked at her watch, it was half past seven. She decided to be unrefined, and simply wore what her maids called "smelly skins"—besides, the activity of soaking herself in water was nothing more than a fashionable fad, if even Charles II could distribute it. There was a rancid smell, how could she complain about not being able to take a bath? At this time, someone knocked on the door.

saved.Thank goodness! Her isolation was over. "Come in!" Lucy's tone was like Robinson Crusoe welcoming the landers. It must be Handa saying good morning.Why didn't I think of that earlier, silly.She was still as unconfident as she was when she was a child, and she didn't expect Handa to think of her condescendingly.Really, she should develop some celebrity habits.Maybe get a haircut, or reverently repeat twenty or more times a day—"Come in!" An angel with blond hair, wearing a light blue linen tunic, with blue eyes, and a pair of enviable beautiful legs.Dissatisfied with her own legs, Lucy was always looking at other women's legs.

"Oh! I'm sorry," said the angel, "I forgot that you might not be up yet. School schedules are a little different. "Lucy was very pleased, the sweet creature who blamed herself for Lucy's indolence. "I'm really sorry to disturb you changing clothes." The blue eyes glanced at the soft shoes lying on the floor, and stopped as if fascinated.It was a pair of light blue satin moccasins, very feminine, very extravagant, covered with a lot of feathers. But definitely not practical. "I'm afraid the soft shoes are a little silly." "Miss Ping, you don't understand the meaning of those soft shoes in the eyes of a pragmatist." Then remembering the business lost by the external temptation, "My name is Nash, the representative of the senior class. It's an honor to invite you Tomorrow we will have tea with the senior students. On Sunday we will have tea outside in the garden. This is the privilege of the senior students.

Tea in the garden on a summer afternoon is delightful, and we really hope you will come. She smiled and looked at Miss Ping with a longing expression. Lucy explained that she would not be here tomorrow because she was leaving this afternoon. "Oh! No!" The girl surnamed Nex protested, the sincerity in her tone made Lucy feel a warm current rushing to her heart. "No, Miss Ping, you can't! You must not go! God sent you to see us. Very, very few people will come here to spend the night. It's like a monastery here. We work hard every day, and there is no Time to think about what the outside world is like; and it's the last semester of senior year, and everything that follows is grim and closed—final exams, grade releases, assignments, we all feel like walking dead , the mood is not balanced at all. Now you are here, bringing information from the outside world, and you are so self-cultivated—"

She paused, and continued, half jokingly, half seriously, "You can't abandon us." "You have outsiders speaking every Friday," said Lucy.For the first time in her life, someone said she was sent from heaven, and she decided to play it safe.She didn't like the feeling of being moved by love at all. Miss Nash explained clearly, pointing out that the first three speakers were an eighty-year-old man who spoke about Assyrian inscriptions, a Czech who gave a lecture on the history of Central Europe, and a bonesetter who spoke about scoliosis. Lucy asked, "What is scoliosis?"

"Crooked spine. If you think these people can bring sweetness and joy to campus, then you're wrong. The original purpose of these talks was to keep us from being out of touch with society, and I'll be honest—" She seems to take pleasure in bluntly saying, "What you wore yesterday was far more interesting to us than these speeches." When her book first became a bestseller, Lucy paid a fortune for what was still her favorite dress, and wore it on purpose to impress Handa. The feeling of being moved was growing stronger, but not strong enough to destroy her common sense.She also remembers cooking beans.No bedside lamps, no service bells, just a steady stream of piercing bells.No, even if all the students of Lai's Sports Academy were lying in her aisle and crying loudly, she would definitely catch the 2:41 bus from Rabo Station.Muttering to herself about other appointments she had to rush to—many important meetings filled with her memos—she suggested that Miss Nash take her to the staff bathroom, "I don't want to look around in the corridors, But the service bell was nowhere to be found."

Miss Nash sympathized with the poor service—"Isa should remember that there is no service bell in the rooms here. The person who came here to greet you is a maid in the staff dormitory."—and suggested that if Miss Ping didn't mind, she would Closer student bathrooms can be used. "The bathrooms are of course pigeonhole-sized, I mean, not fully partitioned, and the floor is some kind of green concrete, not like the turkey blue tiles in the staff bathroom with the dolphin mosaic, but, the water is the same .” Miss Ping is very happy to use the student bathroom.As she packed away the toilet things, she used the half of her mind to think how Miss Nash lacked the respect a student should have for a teacher.It reminded her of something.

Now she remembered, Mary Borrell.While the rest of Mary Borrell's class was obediently learning French irregular conjugations, Mary Borrell, studious as she was called, treated her French teacher like a peer because Mary Lea Borrell's father is 'nearly a millionaire'.Miss Ping analyzed Miss Nash's "external behavior" based on the theory-it is a bit strange to use this word to analyze middle school students-she has the same charming social and equal way as Mary Borrell, and it should be the same as Mary Borrell. Like Bollor, he had a rich father.Later, she learned that this was also the first time most people reacted when they heard the surname "Nash". "Paula Nash's family is really rich, you know? She has a head butler!" People will never miss mentioning the head butler.To the daughters of doctors, lawyers, dentists, merchants, and farmers who struggled to make a living, headmen were as rare as slaves.

"Don't you have to go to class?" The corridor was silent, and the bright light seemed to absorb the sunlight from other places. "I thought you would wake up at 5:30 in the morning and have morning classes before breakfast." "Yes. We have two classes in the summer before breakfast, one activity class and one static class. Tennis and kinesiology, or something like that." "Exercise—what to learn?" "Kinesiology?" Miss Nash thought for a long time, thinking about how to explain it to a person who knew nothing, and finally decided to explain it in a hypothetical way. "I took a water jug ​​off the shelf and talked about which muscles to use." After seeing Miss Ping nodding in understanding, she continued, "But in winter, we get up at 7:30 like everyone else. This paragraph Two hours, usually used to take outside courses, like public health, Red Cross, etc. But since we have all completed these courses, we can use this time to prepare for the final exam next week. Prepare It's not a lot of time, so we're all happy to have that time." "Don't you have time around or after tea?" Miss Nash looked as if Miss Ping had said something funny. "Oh, no. There are internships from four to six in the afternoon. You know, they are all out-patients. Everything from flat feet to broken bones.There is dance class from 6:30 to 8:00.Ballet, not country dance.The folk dance class is in the morning, which is considered a sport, not an art class.Dinner usually ends around 8:30, so during evening self-study, everyone is very sleepy. This time is a battle for sleep or ignorance. "When they reached the stairs at the end of the long corridor, they met a little fellow hurrying, holding tightly under the right arm the head and chest of a skeleton model, and under the other arm the pelvis and leg bones. . "What are you doing with George, Maurice?" asked Miss Nash. "Oh! Please don't stop me, Beau," gasped the junior, pulling harder, pulling her heavy load closer to the side of her right arm, and scurrying on. "Don't forget that you saw me pass by. I mean, forget you saw George.I was going to get up early and put George back in the classroom before the bell rang at five-thirty, but I got up late. " "Did you and George stay up all night?" No, we only stayed up until about two o'clock.I—""How come the light in your room doesn't leak out?" "Of course it's to nail a small travel blanket to the window." The primary school girl spoke in a tone of explaining an inevitable fact. "It must be a good atmosphere on a June evening." "It's kind of creepy." Miss Morris briefly explained, "But this is my way of cramming and reviewing the 'muscle attachment' method. Please, Bao'er, forget that you have seen me. I Will put George back before the teachers come down for breakfast." "You know it's impossible. You're bound to meet other people." "Oh! Please! Don't discourage me. I'm scared enough. I don't even remember how to hang him up." She led George down the stairs and disappeared at the front of the house. "It's like Alice in Wonderland," Miss Ping noted, watching Morris walk away. "I always thought that 'injection' (synonymous with "muscle attachment". - Translator's Note) was something to do with needles." "Muscle attachment? It refers to the exact position where the muscle is attached to the bone. Putting a skeleton model in front of you will help you learn more than just reading a textbook. That's why Morris kidnapped George." She said connivingly Laughing, "She's so positive. As a junior, I only stole bones from classroom drawers and never thought I'd be able to steal George. You know? That's a really dark cloud in junior career. Final anatomy, It is really the last ultimate anatomy. The lower grade students should know the human body well before they can practice. Therefore, for the lower grade students, the final anatomy exam can be regarded as the final exam, and it is the most important thing to enter the senior grade. Exams. Here we are, here is the bathroom. When I was a junior student, I hid many junior students holding gray textbooks in the tall grass next to the cricket field on Sundays. The school strictly forbids students to bring books outside, especially It’s Sunday, and we are expected to go out for social visits, such as drinking tea, going to church, or going on an outing. However, the junior students in the summer semester never do anything except hide in a quiet place with gray textbooks Something else. It was no easy task to get this thick gray textbook out of the school. It was about as thick as the bible in the living room of a traditional family. The fact that the students are pregnant is really just the weird curves created by the thick gray book that everyone wears on Sunday under their best clothes." Miss Nash stopped and turned on the tap to let a flood of water flow into the tub. "At school, everyone takes a shower three or four times a day, and the flow of water per minute must be at least as large as the Niagara Falls." She explained in a raised voice. "I'm afraid you will be seriously late for breakfast." Miss Ping showed a frustrated expression like a little girl, "I'll bring you some things on the tray. No, it's not troublesome at all. I'm happy to serve. Anyway, there's no reason to let Guests attend breakfast at eight in the morning. You'd better enjoy it in your room." She blocked the door with her hand. "Please consider staying, it would really make us very happy. You can't imagine how happy it would be." She smiled and left. Lucy lay in the warm, cozy water, thinking about her breakfast.It's nice not to have to talk to those aunts and daughters-in-law.The young girl who volunteered to help her with breakfast was also really thoughtful.Maybe stay a day or two longer, with these girls—she almost jumped when a mechanical bell rang not far from her.Decided.She sat up and began to soap up.One minute is not bad, you have to catch the 2:41 bus from Labo Station. When the bell stopped—assuming it was the prep bell five minutes before dinner at eight o'clock—there was a frantic sound in the hallway, and then the door to Miss Ping's left was burst open, and as the water rushed into the tub, a familiar voice wailed: " Dear God, I'm going to be terribly late and I'm sweating, dear God. I know I'm supposed to sit and finish that essay on plasma, but I really don't know anything. The physics final exam is Next Tuesday, soon to be. But what a refreshing morning—where did I lose my soap?" Lucy's jaw almost dropped in surprise.She didn't expect that in a living environment where she got up at 5:30 in the morning and went to bed at 8:00 in the evening, there were still people who had the energy to sweat profusely in the morning without necessity. "Oh, dear Donnie, I forgot my soap. Throw me yours." "I'll give it to you after I finish putting on the soap." The voice was calm and gentle, the opposite of Dax's high-pitched voice. "Okay, my angel, hurry up. I've been late twice this week, and Miss He Ju looked at me strangely last time. Hey, Donnie, let me tell you, do you happen to be free?" Can you help me see the outpatient clinic for the 'fat disease' patient at twelve o'clock?" "No time." "You know, she's not as serious as she looks, you just have to—" "I have patients myself." "I know, it's just a little boy with a sprained ankle! Lucas can take it, and that 'crooked neck' Girls together—" "No." "Well, I don't think you would either. Gosh, I don't know when I'll be free to do that article on blood plasma. As for the gastric membranes, I'm even more frustrated, dear. I can't believe there is Four floors. It's all conspiracy theories. Miss Luc says you only need to look at ruminants, but ruminants don't prove everything." "Here comes the soap." "Oh, thank you, honey. You saved my life. It smells good, honey. Very expensive, isn't it?" After a moment of silence between soaping, she noticed that the bathroom on the right was occupied. "Who's next door, Donnie?" "I don't know. Could it be Gai?" "Is that you, Gai Linqi?" "No," Lucy was startled, "it's Miss Ping." She wished her voice was not so strict. "Come on, who the hell?" "Miss Ping." "It doesn't matter who you are, you really look alike." "It's Lai Tuoqiang," suggested a quiet voice, "she's pretty good at imitating." Miss Ping lay back in a broken silence. There was a sudden standing up from the adjoining bathroom, then the sound of wet feet on the floor, eight fingers climbing up the partition, and then a face appeared like a friendly pony, with straight hair drawn in an ugly Hairpins tied up in a bun.A strange and friendly face.At this moment, Lucy suddenly understood how Dexter was able to survive until the last semester in the Lai School of Physical Education without being smashed in the head by angry classmates. Fear first, then a flush flushed the face emerging from the partition panel.This face suddenly disappeared, but there was a desperate murmur from the next door. "Oh, Miss Ping! Oh, dear Miss Ping, I'm so sorry. I'm so wrong. I didn't even think it was you—" Lucy couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of her own little crime. "Hope I didn't offend you, I mean, too much. We're so used to the human body, so, so—" Lucy knew what she was trying to say, that it was better for this kind of embarrassment to happen in this place than elsewhere; and since she herself was heavily lathered from head to toe, she didn't really feel anything special.She kindly stated that she was the one who shouldn't be occupying the student bathroom, so Miss Dax shouldn't take the matter too seriously. "You know my name?" "Yes. You woke me up early this morning looking for your safety pin." "Oh! What a disaster! I will never face you face to face again!" "I think Miss Ping is going to take the first train back to London soon." The voice came from the bathroom far away, with a tone of "see what good things you have done". "Next door is O'Donnell," Dax went on. "She's from Ireland." "Auster in Ireland." Xiao Tang said weakly. "Hello, Miss O'Donnell." "You must feel like a madhouse here, Miss Ping. But please don't overturn a whole boat because of Dex's behavior. Some of us are quite mature and sensible, and some of us are even civilized and educated. You can use it tomorrow You'll find out at tea time." Before Miss Ping could say that she could not stay for tea, there was a noise in the small bathroom, which grew louder and turned into a shrill bell.Compared with the ringing of bells, Dax's mournful murmurs were like the crowing of seagulls in a storm.She must be terribly late. She is very grateful for the soap that saved her life.Where was her blouse belt? And, if Miss Ping would forget her mistake this time, she would behave like a sensible woman and a cultivated adult.Everyone is very much looking forward to having afternoon tea with Ms. Ping tomorrow. The students rushed out the door in a hurry, leaving Miss Ping alone, accompanied only by the sound of encouraging bells, and the voice of dissent stuck in her throat and unable to exit, protesting against the flow of water in the bathtub.