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"There are only three rules of the senior class of science, three. May a year recite and remember."

The crack sounds more instructive than a statement. If you ask who the speaker is, two hundred first-year students who are bowing to the top of the field have no right to know.

"Number one, seniors are always right."

"Second, seniors are always right."

"The third, if you don't remember, look back at the first and second."

. ".."

There was silence after the three rules.

"Hey," the silence made it heard, even the speaker said softly, whispering bars.

"Who said!!!"

Then there is or senior year four, the brutal faculty of science, wearing a dark brown chop shirt, will be humiliated in the midst of the eyes of nearly two hundred freshmen. Importantly, today is the third week of the freshman reception ceremony before entering the code line introduction.

First-year students, both men and women, were ordered to sit in a row in a row in the middle of a light green lawn, so they were immediately asked to look up.

"Look up and answer. I asked who said it!"

The order echoed throughout the area of the fourth-year male senior, a dark brown chopped bear with a yellow cloth band on his right upper arm. This symbolizes that he is one of the team of the group and a skimmer that juniors must fear. If they do not want to be bullied throughout the school year, do not try well.

"You guys covered it up for a year!! If you don't send out a friend who speaks, I'll order you to run all the way around the field, not everyone except what? Who said!!"

"Huh."

A year on the campus fence is like a freshman in just nineteen years old, some of whom are thoughtful and lacking in experience of the cruel and barbaric outside world. When they leave their hearts and warm homes, they meet the elders, the hearts of the devil, who are terrified. Some are shaking their mouths, and some are hazy, and some even red-eyed, as if to cry out.

"If told, will not be punished, right?"

The freshman male, wearing thin glasses in the same tracksuit as hundreds of other faculty mates, raised his hand to speak.

Seems to be brave...If he doesn't continue in the next sentence after the sophomore year four, the bear puppet nod allows it.

"The man said, sir."

The nerdy glasses do not speak empty, but turn their whole body to the right to point their hand to the dark-faced, thick-brow, honest-looking man next to them in two rows. In fact, the dark skin is seen as a result of charcoal powder, leaving only the eyeball and the empty teeth.

"You, the man called, get up." The man was told to get up and sigh.

The dark-brow boy looks like a swan. The more he looks at the conversation, the more like a proud kid who will never bow to anyone. There are some strokes where he flicks his tail to look at the honest nerdy glasses like a dog serving elder.

"Damn us, huh? Year one. What's your name?"

"Surat..."

The old-fashioned name seems to have caused the puppet bear to stall, gasp, forget until he had to turn around and look at a group of fourth-year friends who stood in a row in front of the board not far away. Everyone seemed to look at their faces and eyes the other way...

"My father's name is o."

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