Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Molly's Revenge

When I walked into the dorm, Pete was surrounded by most of the freshmen and transfers between the rows of beds.Pete was reading a newspaper with both hands in his hands. "The exodus of descendants of altruistic leaders should not be ignored nor attributed to coincidence," he read. "The most recent transferees, Beatrice and Caleb Puller, were Andrew Pryor's sons and daughters, it can't help but cast doubt on the values ​​and teachings of the altruism." I suddenly felt a chill creep up my back.Christina stood at the outermost edge of the crowd. She turned her head and met my eyes.She gave me a worried look, and I was already frozen there.my father.The Erudite School is now targeting my father!

"Why would someone of such high standing not even his children agree with the way of life he established?" Pete continued, "Molly Atwood, one of Beatrice's fellow Dauntless senders, suggested , which may be due to an unhappy, abusive parenting style. 'I once heard her talk in her sleep,' said Molly, 'and she yelled at her father to stop, and I don't know what she was referring to, but she Nightmares.' We couldn't help but question whether he was prone to domestic violence." So this is Molly's revenge, I suddenly realized!She must have talked to the erudite reporter whom Christina had scolded.

She had a happy expression on her face, showing crooked teeth.If I knock out all her teeth, I might still be doing her a big favor. "What?" I asked.Or rather I want to ask.But the sound that came out seemed to be stuck, very hoarse.I had to clear my throat and say it again, "What?" Pete paused, and the men turned around.Some, like Christina, looked at me with sympathetic eyes, eyebrows drooping, mouths pulled down.But most of them were giggling and giving each other winks with ulterior motives.Pete was the last to turn, grinning widely. "Give me the newspaper." I stretched out a hand to snatch the newspaper away, my face was burning like fire.

"I haven't finished reading it yet." He couldn't hide the smile in his tone, his eyes scanned the newspaper articles again, and read aloud: "However, the crux of the problem may not be this morally bankrupt person, but On the corrupt doctrine of the whole faction. Perhaps the crux of the matter is that we have entrusted our city to a group of renegade tyrants who don't know how to lead us out of poverty and into prosperity." I rushed to him in a rage to snatch the newspaper from his hand, but he held it high above my head, so I couldn't reach it unless I jumped up.But I won't do that.I raised my heel and stomped on his ankle with all my strength, and he gritted his teeth in pain and suppressed moaning.

Then I lunged at Molly, hoping to use the momentum to knock her down unexpectedly.But before I succeeded, a pair of cold hands hugged my waist. "That's my father!" I cried frantically. "You mean my father, you vile coward." Will pulled me away from Molly and lifted me off the ground.I was breathing heavily and struggled to grab the newspaper, but no one could read a single word on it.I will burn it, destroy it, I will. Will dragged me out of the room and into the hallway as his fingernails dug into my flesh.As soon as the door closed behind him, he let me go and I pushed him with all my strength.

"What are you doing? That rubbish article doesn't make any sense. There isn't a single truth. Can't I just speak for myself?" "That's not the case." Will blocked the door, "I think I should stop you from arguing and causing trouble in the dormitory, calm down." I sneered: "Calm down? You told me to be calm? They're talking about my family, my faction!" "No, that's not your faction." Will, with dark circles under his eyes, looked exhausted, "That's your original faction. As for what people say, you can't do anything at all. So the best way is not Forget it."

"Are you listening?" The heat on my face subsided, and my breathing became even. "Your stupid former faction is not just insulting the selfless faction, they are calling for the overthrow of the entire regime." Will laughed, "No, that's not it. They're just arrogant and stupid, which is why I transferred, but I can guarantee that they are not revolutionary. They just want more voice, which That's all. They resent the altruists for not listening to them." "They don't want people to listen to them, they want people to agree with them." I retorted, "And you can't threaten people to listen to you." I put my face in my hands and said, "I can't believe I Brother joined them."

"Look, they're not all bad guys, are they?" he said gravely. I nodded, but still didn't believe him.I can't imagine anyone from the School of the Erudite not being affected, although Will seems normal enough. At this time, the door of the dormitory opened, and Christina and Al came out. "It's my turn to get a tattoo," she said. "Want to come with me?" I smoothed my hair.Can't go back to the dormitory, even if Will let me go back, I will be outnumbered there.The only option is to go with them and try to forget what happened outside the Dauntless base.I have more than enough to deal with besides worrying about my family.

In front of me, Al rushed through the crowd with Christina on his back. Christina screamed all the way, and the pedestrians on the road gave way as much as possible, leaving a safe distance for them to pass. My shoulders still burn.Christina persuaded me to join her in the Dauntless logo, which is a circle with flames in the center. On "Visiting Day," my mother didn't respond to the tattoo on my collarbone, so I had nothing to worry about.Here, they are a part of life in the same way that learning to fight is part of freshman training. Christina also persuaded me to buy a blouse, one that showed off my shoulders and collarbone, and drew my eyeliner with a black pencil.I don't bother to resist her make-up anymore, especially now that I've discovered that I kind of like it.

Will and I walk behind Al and Christina. "I can't believe you got another tattoo." Will shook his head. "Why?" I asked, "Because I'm a zombie?" "No. Because you are...rational." He smiled, his teeth were white and straight, "By the way, Triss, what are you afraid of in today's situational simulation?" "The crows are overwhelming." I said, "What about you?" "Overwhelming sulfuric acid," he said, imitating me, and then laughed. I didn't ask what that meant. "Today's test method is really interesting," he said. "It's basically a 'game' between the thalamus and the frontal lobe. The former produces fear and the latter is responsible for making decisions. It's a contest between panic and reason. Situation simulation It's all happening inside your head. Even if you think someone else did something to you, it's only you… doing it to yourself." His voice trailed off, "Sorry, I sound like a polymath People. Actually it’s just a habit.”

I shrugged: "It's very interesting." Al nearly threw Christina off, and Christina frantically reached out and caught him in the face.Al retreated a bit, adjusted his posture of holding her leg, and lifted her up, making his back more stable.At first glance, Al seems to be very happy with a smile on his face, but I always feel that there is something heavy behind this smile, and I really worry about him. I saw the fourth child standing beside the Grand Canyon, surrounded by a group of people.He was laughing so hard he had to hold on to the metal railing just to keep his balance.Judging by the bottle in his hand and the gleam on his face, he was drunk, or close to it.At first I thought he was dull, like a soldier, but I forgot that he was only eighteen years old. "Ooh," Will said, "beware of the mentor." "At least not Eric, or he might challenge us to each other or something." I agreed. "Of course, but the fourth one is pretty bluffing too. Do you remember that time he put a gun to Pete's head? I think Pete nearly wet his pants." "Pete deserved what he deserved," I said without hesitation. Will didn't argue with me this time.If it was a few weeks ago, he might have, but now we all know Pete's true colors. "Tracey!" The fourth child shouted loudly.Will and I looked at each other, half surprised and half understanding.The fourth child left the railing and walked towards me.Al and Christina stopped too, and Christina slid off his back and stood on the ground.I don't blame them for staring at me, or for being so surprised, there were four of us, but the fourth one was talking to me alone. "You have changed." His tone was usually crisp and sharp, but now he was lazy and slack. "You've changed too," I said.He has indeed changed, becoming more relaxed, youthful and energetic, "What are you busy with?" "Molested Death." He laughed a few times. "Drinking by the canyon is not a good idea." "It's not." I'm not sure if I like Lao Si like this, and I always feel a little uneasy. "I didn't expect you to have a tattoo." He looked at my collarbone and said, holding up the bottle and taking a few more sips, his mouth full of strong and pungent smell, just like the unaffiliated men I met on the street. "Remember, crow." He glanced back at his friends, and they didn't stop to wait for him, which my friend did much better.He said again, "I want to invite you to play with us, but I still don't want you to see me like this." I couldn't help but ask him why he wanted to invite me to hang out with him, but I suspect the answer has a lot to do with the bottle in his hand. "What's it like?" I asked, "Drunk?" "Yes...oh, no," his voice softened a lot, "I think it's the real way." "I'll pretend I didn't see it." "You're so kind." He suddenly put his lips next to my ear, "Triss, you look so charming." I was taken aback by what he said, and my heart began to pound.I wish I hadn't, because judging by the way his eyes kept avoiding me, he didn't know what he was talking about.I laughed: "Please, stay away from the Grand Canyon, okay?" "Yes." He winked at me. I couldn't help but smile.Will cleared his throat, but I didn't want to turn away from Fourth, even if he walked back to find his friends, leaving only my back. Then Al came at me like a rolling boulder and took me on his shoulders without saying a word.I screamed loudly, my face was hot. "Come on, girl, I'll take you to dinner," Al said. I leaned my elbow on Al's back and waved to Four as he led me away. "I want to help you out." Al said as he walked.After a while, he took me off his back and asked, "What was that all about?" He tried to sound casual, but asked almost with a hint of sadness.It turned out that he still cared too much about me. "Yes, we all want to know the answer to that question. What did he whisper in your ear?" Christina asked flatly. "It's nothing," I shook my head, "he's drunk, I'm afraid he doesn't even know what he said." I cleared my throat, "Did you laugh without seeing me, seeing him like that...really funny." "Well. It can't be because he..." Before Will could finish, I snapped him in the ribs with my elbow and cut him off.Will was very close at the time, and he probably heard the words that the fourth brother praised me for being charming, but I didn't want everyone to know, especially Al.I don't want to make him feel any worse. When I'm at home, I always have peaceful, happy evenings with my family.My mother knits scarves for the children next door, and my father helps Caleb with his lessons.In the fireplace, the flame burns quietly, my heart is full of peace, doing what I should do.Everything is so peaceful, without a trace of waves. Life suddenly turned upside down.I've never been carried around by a big guy before, I've never laughed until my stomach hurts at a dinner table, and I've never been in the hustle and bustle of hundreds of people talking together.Peace is the result of restraint and patience, and here is freedom.