A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Serra Middle School has a very Phoenix feature, that is, its students do not have uniforms.

T-shirts, cardigans, jackets, everything is available, giving off an air of freedom.

There are men and women walking or dating on the lawn. Sierra Middle School is very tolerant of such things. It can even be said that it encourages free love, just like most middle schools in the United States.

Of course, this is also what many parents of students hope for. The senior students of Serra Middle School have reached the age of seventeen or eighteen. It is not too early to discuss love matters at this time, and in comparison, parents also hope that My own child is in love with a classmate from a similar family background.

The students in Serra Middle School are better than the farmer's son who came from nowhere, right?

Martha looked at the students coming and going. She was actually about the same age as them, but the latter was still floating in the youthful bubble of campus life, while the former had already sunk into real life.

In Martha's memory, she only attended elementary school in Toltec for two years. It was in a leaky house. Three bungalows surrounded a small courtyard, with broken stones paved in the middle. Bricks and trees planted in the yard.

The air there is more humid than Lausanne. Every time it rains, the walls of the classroom will be covered with a layer of insect corpses. The rain turns into steam and rises, creating an unpleasant smell.

The courses taught were Hampton language, Felipe language, arithmetic and history. The teacher with a thick accent told them that those of us with earth-colored skin were once the masters of this continent, and those with white skin were the masters of this continent. He was an outsider, and no one in the entire classroom believed it.

So why do we speak their language?

one classmate asked, and the others laughed.

But the teacher said that it was to let them remember this humiliation. Although you don’t understand it now, one day, every time you open your mouth, you find that you can only speak the language of white people, and the humiliation in your hearts will be even greater. One point thicker, and this humiliation will prompt you to take back the land that belongs to us.

The teacher's seriousness made all the students stop laughing. They did not understand the meaning of this sentence at the time, but they could understand the weight of this sentence.

Later, the teacher was fired, but his words were circulated as a joke for a long time. Martha was also among them at that time. She had not lost her parents at that time. Her parents worked in a banana company, which at least ensured food and clothing.

The first time she knew her teacher's words were not a joke was when she was 10 years old. That year, she went to the place where her father worked for the first time. It was a large banana plantation. The tall banana trees were like giant corns stuck in the ground, and the workers who were working were like black ants.

Martha went to deliver meals to her father on behalf of her mother. She timidly walked through the plantation, and then she realized in confusion that the people commanding at high places were all white people, while the dark and darker people were bowing in the fields. Planting bananas is like the tired white clouds in the sky, looking at the dirty soil on the ground.

Now it was the second time that she felt that the teacher's words were not a joke. She found that on such a huge campus, she could not find a dark-skinned person.

She didn't feel any hatred or anything like that.

She just thought about the Toltecs.

……

At the same time, they had arrived at a huge sports field. The field was paved with cement, with white lines dividing the areas, and tall barbed wire fences erected around it.

This is where the tennis club holds activities. A tall net stands in the middle of the court. Yellow-green tennis balls are scattered on the ground. The sunlight casts a shadow.

At this time, the club members were called over by Field and gathered at the edge of the tennis court.

The suppressed emotions were clearly visible on their faces.

"Henry is a nice guy, and in our impression he has never lost his temper with anyone."

It was the vice president who spoke. After Henry's death, the tennis club did not elect a new president.

"We were still preparing for the Orange Bowl at the end of the year, but we don't need it now. After Henry's death, everyone even slacked off a lot in training."

"He used to be our main force..."

Field listened quietly, and Martha made a note from time to time. She didn't hate the work of recording, so that she could learn how Field and the others handle cases, and she could also practice reading and writing.

However, many times the people they find cannot give any useful information, so there is no need to record this part. Martha has already figured out a way.

"Has Henry done anything unusual recently?" Field asked, leaning against a tree and crossing his arms.

There was nothing she could do. Every member of the tennis club was half a head taller than her, so she could only add some momentum buff to herself.

The vice-president thought for a while and then said: "Maybe it's just that... Henry doesn't spend as much time on training in the past two days as before."

"But it's because of Karina's birthday. Do you know who Karina is?"

Field nodded: "Henry's girlfriend?"

"Yes, they've always had a good relationship."

"Did Henry say he was going to prepare anything?" Field asked next.

"What else could it be, a date, flowers, gifts." The vice president shook his head, "But Henry attaches great importance to the sense of ceremony. He said he wanted to give Karina a surprise, so we don't know what they are specifically."

Afterwards, Field asked a few more questions, but again there was no satisfactory answer. Henry is a person who can get along well with friends on the surface, but always has his own secrets in his heart.

Even as classmates and social friends, they only knew what Henry was doing in school.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for school to end in the afternoon. The long Westminster chimes came from the tall stone clock tower of Serra Middle School. Field returned to the principal's office, and the two said goodbye to the principal.

"A team of our professionals may then come to the school to conduct a more thorough search for clues, and everyone in the school will need to temporarily leave."

Before leaving, Field reminded.

This team of professionals is naturally referring to the NSA.

The principal nodded: "We will cooperate."

Immediately, Field and Martha left.

……

The street lights on both sides of the street turned into two parallel lines at night.

"Huh, I feel like I haven't gained much after running all day." Field stretched and said.

"The only useful clue is Miss Karina's birthday. Let's use this as a clue to visit her tomorrow."

"Yeah." Martha nodded.

"Actually, Levi should go there. He just wants to lie down and wait until you find out where the butcher Eli is and then deal with it directly... But then the team leader will tell him not to work." Field sighed. .

"Miss Westin has worked very hard."

"Of course I try hard...although the result of my hard work is that I can't think of anything."

Field sighed again.

"Levi said that your views on politics are very powerful." Martha comforted her.

"That's not my opinion, it's Albert's... He is my brother, a politician." Field smiled and said, "Although I can't think of anything myself, I know who is right, and I know Write down the right words.”

"Yeah, me too." Martha nodded.

"Are you unhappy?" Field asked suddenly.

"Eh?"

"This must be your first time coming to a school like this, right? When we were searching the school, I thought you would look around curiously. You have always been like this before, and you can look at the streets of Lausanne for a long time."

"But when you were at school, I felt that you were a little depressed." Field's voice revealed a slight confusion.

"Sorry, I was too direct..."

"No, it's nothing. You don't have to apologize, Field."

Martha was stunned for a moment, but then she turned her head to the opposite side from Field.

"I am fine."

Field's dark red eyes stared at her, and she suddenly noticed that Martha didn't seem as ignorant as she appeared.

After a moment, she slowly spoke: "Like Levi, you have many things hidden in your heart."

These words made Martha's heart move slightly.

But Field didn't press, she just smiled softly.

"Let's go and eat."