Episode 5

There was a separate toilet in the room. Theo stood by the sink, and applied disinfectant hand sanitizer to the palms of his hands for the third time, as if he was doing a leisurely thing. There was the snow-colored silk scarf lying in the trash can under his feet.

Until the fifth time, he drew a few tissues, bowed his head and carefully wiped his fingers without touching a drop of water. After doing this, he glanced in the mirror, his eyelids were shallow, his eyes were cold, and his face looks fickle betrayal. Unrighteous, he slowly put on those gentle glasses, turned around and walked out.

Shawn sat on the bench with his schoolbag in his arms, arched his back, and his chin rested lazily on the top of the schoolbag. He heard footsteps and looked over here. Under the white fluorescent lamp, his face was as white as milk. The bow of his upper was slightly higher. From the condescending point of view of Theo, the lip shape was almost like asking for a kiss.

"Mr.Morrison, the doctor recommends staying in the hospital for observation for a few days." Shawn said weakly.

Theo squinted his eyes and smiled lightly, "Have you figured out its name?"

Shawn lowered his head without thinking, "Alpha."

AlphaGo.

Boys like technology things more or less, Shawn is no exception, the artificial intelligence AlphaGo is so cool, he had already thought about the way to come.

Theo looked at the beautiful and fluent lines on the back of his neck, "You will pick up Alpha next weekend."

"Mr.Morrison, can I still see you this weekend?" Shawn raised his face and asked softly.

Theo recalled his marshmallow-like tone, and said indifferently: "Maybe you can."

The tall and big figure pressed on the top of his head, the breath of a mature man was strong, Shawn raised his head with a face of an obedient cub, "Thank you Mr.Morrison, I haven't told you my name yet. My name is Shawn."

Theo hooked the corners of her mouth and said slowly: "Theo."

Shawn asked, "Which characters?"

But Theo didn't explain to him. The wrist on the schoolbag was caught, and there was no time to withdraw it in the future. The palm of his hand felt itchy and numb. Theo lowered his eyes, understatement and wrote the letters in the palm of his hand.

It was very light, as light and cool as a snowflake falling on the palm, but Theo's focused eyes gave Shawn an illusion, as if Theo was holding a sharp knife. The sharp knife must put these three words deeply in the palm of his hand.

"Have you remembered?" Theo held his thin wrist with a gentle smile on his mouth.

Shawn was a little absent-minded, and gently pulled his wrist back, "Remembered, your name is so nice."

The skin on the palm of his hand was a bit itchy. He hung down and couldn't help holding it. A keen intuition told him that Theo might be interesting to him, "I'm going home, and we'll see you this weekend."

This is the intuition after thousands of tempers. He gave birth to a likable face. He began to collect a whole lot of love letters from the age of thirteen. Until now he was eighteen. He has received countless confessions, both men and women. Yes, even older and disrespectful old perverts who were older than Theo.

However, he could see through the little tricks of those old perverts at a glance, some of them were taught a good lesson by him, but Theo was completely different from those people, and would not make people feel that his behavior was overstepped. On the contrary, it was natural and logical.

Perhaps because Theo is good-looking enough.

Theo didn't drive the Tesla home. He sat in the office of the pet hospital handling a few work emails.

In less than half an hour, the driver drove another car and parked in front of the door. This Tesla needs to be cleaned. After all, his picky employer hates dogs the most.

There were still a few video conferences in the evening. On the way back to the park, Theo's mobile phone rang, and his hand in leather gloves pushed connection, and he looked forward calmly.

The caller was his friend, Martin James, who did short live video broadcasts, had several apps with a wide audience, and made some money against the wind, but it was far from Theo's business.

"What's the matter?" Theo asked unbearably.

Martin sounded very happy, "Mr.Morrison, I saw foreign news right after I landed. The Polaris series drones, can you let me experience it first? The news said that this thing can be loaded with bombs, right?"

Theo was silent.

"Hey! Mr.Morrison? I really envy you. Every time your Cree goes on the news, it is either a military section or a financial pioneer. How can it be like our company, it is celebrity gossip every day...”?!

"Called just to say this?"

Martin laughed heartily, "More than that, Mr.Morrison, you adopted a dog from my caring kennel a few days ago. I have been wondering about this for a long time. I remember that you like the gentle and well-behaved little things the most. So, I brought a purebred puppet cat, which definitely suits your appetite, and someone will bring it to you tomorrow."

"No need." Theo glanced at the empty co-pilot. Shawn's look of eating a cone. His teeth were very white. The two little sharp tiger teeth. When he raised his head to look at people, he was clear and cute. It's all very good. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I have a cat."

Martin was stunned, "What cat?"

"Matcha."

"There is this breed? Mr.Morrison is really knowledgeable." Martinthought he had heard it wrong. Perhaps Theo said Richard or something else. He did not go into it. "If Mr.Morrison doesn't want to raise a dog, I will send someone to pick up the puppy, and don't cause you trouble, how is it now?"

Theo said casually: "Dead."

*

The sun in September was hot, the sky was blue without a trace of clouds, and the air was like a low-temperature oven. The students on the playground of the affiliated middle school were half-baked food, and they couldn't take care of themselves since they were roasted.

Physical education class in such weather was a kind of torture. Shawn sits lazily on the flowerbed under the shade of the tree, holding a bottle of warm mineral water in his hand, and many people around him were watching him intentionally or unintentionally, the girl in the next class lowered their heads to discuss, one urged the other to ask for WhatsApp, but after all, the girl of this age had a thin face, and no one dared to come.

"Our physical education teacher has asked for leave. Fortunately, this class is taken over by the first year of high school, otherwise I will be exhausted." Justin panted, sitting next to Shawn, shaking his head with sweat.

Shawn put aside his face, the first-grade student in the distance had just finished a lap. The physical education teacher was a big, tall and strong man, wearing a vest and showing the tendons on his arms. He was good at bluffing. He hooked his arms around a male student and they were walking towards the equipment room, the student was tired and almost crawling, but he couldn't hold the teacher's arms and was dragged to move the equipment like a little chicken.

Justin snorted a few times, "If he wants me to move equipment, it's better to kill me to sacrifice to heaven."

Shawn ignored him, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the direction where the two disappeared, until Justin's wet face came close to him, and he looked at him strangely, "Which beauty do you look at? So fascinated?"

Shawn slapped his face away, sharpened his jaw, and said, "Are you familiar with the guy at ten o'clock direction?"

Justin looked at him, happy, god helps those who help themselves, and finally let them catch this bloke. His face with acne marks and the appearance of thieves can't be forgotten. He barked his teeth and said viciously: "he is really grade one, I will find a chance to give him a lesson later."

"You tell him to come to the toilet on the second floor of the gymnasium. Let's talk to him." Shawn put the water bottle on the edge of the flower bed, stretched out two straight and even legs, and slowly moved his wrists and bones.

Don't know that boy at all, why bother to fix him?

They had done this kind of bad thing. Justin understood when he saw him, and ran over with a smile. He put his arm around the boy's shoulder like a good buddy, and said something in a low voice. The boy looked at Justin and then looked at Shawn in the distance, his expression unnatural, but did not say a word, and followed Justin to the toilet.

Teenagers at this age love face, no matter what, they can't be ashamed in front of their classmates.

Few people came from the toilet on the second floor of the gymnasium. There were often people smoking secretly here. The smell was bad. Shawn walked in, closed the door, and picked up the mop behind the door and pressed it against the doorknob.

He turned his head, the boy was standing by the window, his mouth was a little ragged, his neck was stubbornly struck, and he stared at Shawn stubbornly, looking like an iron man.

"The mouth is quite hard; I think you haven't eaten enough my fists." Justin grabbed the boy by the collar and pressed him against the sink, pressing his elbow on his back to restrain the boy from struggling, and turned away. Looking at Shawn, "He called Kevyn Jones and said he didn't do it himself."

Shawn slowly leaned on the sink, reached out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of Justin's school uniform pants, held a lighter and lit a cigarette, held the cigarette casually, and looked at Kevyn condescendingly, "Do you know me? "

"I don't know." Kevyn's eyes were surprised. Shawn was familiar with smoking. The average person of the same age pretended to be cool when smoking, inhaling and spitting out, but Shawn's Adam's apple was rolling and he was obviously swallowed. Many old smokers can't do it.

Shawn turned the lighter with one hand, turning faster and faster. Kevyn had an ominous premonition. This good boy looked more ruthless than Justin. He didn't know what wrong idea he was making. He sternly shouted, "Someone stand behind me. You can't afford to provoke the people. How long did you come to Lawrence Vincent Academy School? The scenery is gone before. Now Lawrence Vincent Academy School is not your site, you dare not to beat me, or you can have a try!"

Justin had a fierce temper, and he slapped it up with a slap, and half of Kevyn's face flushed. "You said try and now I am trying, I see if you have a harder mouth than my fist"

Kevyn's eyes flushed, and he stared at them with hatred, "You are done! My boss will kill you!"

"Who is your boss?" Shawn calmly asked Kevyn as soon as he grasped the rotating lighter.

Kevyn was loyal to his boss, closed his mouth and said nothing. They were all high school students and not members of the society. What could Shawn do if he was beaten up?

Shawn sat on the sink, and the toes of his shoes touched the ground without a moment. Unexpectedly, Kevyn was quite loyal. He lit the lighter with a "patter", and the hot flame approached Kevyn's face and lit a bunch of hair. With an unpleasant burnt smell, Kevyn reflexively wanted to hide, Justin pressed his shoulder to control him.

"I'm not interested in the people behind you." Shawn moved the lighter to Kevyn's eyes. Kevyn closed his eyes as the flame was hot. Shawn looked down at him, very calm, as if he was describing what he ate at noon. "The teacher said that the eyelids are the thinnest skin of the human body, with very little oil, even if they burn, they won't smell bad, right?"

Kevyn opened half of his eyes in embarrassment, Shawn's profile was exquisite and docile, those deer-like drooping eyes watched him quietly, the earrings on his ears gleaming in the daylight.

The whole person looked clean and light, not like a bad guy, but Kevyn felt that Shawn wouldn't even blink when he burned his eyelids.

"You take the lighter away, I said." Kevyn breathed a sigh of relief, insolence afraid of ruthlessness, ruthlessly afraid of madness. He didn't dare to bet whether Shawn was that ruthless, scorching temperature disappeared from his eyelids. He immediately said: "My boss is Edward Lincoln. He gave me your transcript. Let me post it on the bulletin board. It's none of my business."

"Edward Lincoln?" Justin's expression was not very good. He looked at Shawn and said, "The scholar-tyrant of Lawrence Vincent Academy and heard quite rich at home. It is said that his father is a big boss and has been doing business in other places. He is not at home all year round. No people take care of him, he has many brothers."

Kevyn became proud again, and said triumphantly, "Edward has the final say on the site of the affiliated middle school. If you beat me, you are offending him. You two are done!"

Justin clenched his fist and was about to beat him. As soon as Shawn grasped his wrist, he held the half of the cigarette left on his lips, and put it in Justin's mouth carelessly, "You didn't listen to him, said Edward has the final say in the affiliated middle school. do you dare to beat him?"

Might had eaten candy not long ago. Justin was caught off guard by the faint sweetness of his cigarette holder. He fixedly looked at his side face, his ears were all buzzing, and he couldn't hear what Shawn said.

Kevyn grinned, not forgetting to instigate discord, "Shawn, you are smarter than him."

Shawn peeled off a toffee and threw it in his mouth, bent over to get close to him, accompanied by the rich and pure milk fragrance, and said word by word: "Go back and tell Edward. He will not the boss in the affiliated middle school in the future."

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