Take your fangs, thanks

A car was driving on the highway leading to Sibu City, along the road was a desert, and then driving to a lower altitude, the density of shrubs gradually increased.The sky turned from blue to cloudy, and then it started to rain.

Josh sat on the back seat of the car with his arms folded. He looked out the window, thinking that he would live in this rainy city in the future.It has been ten years since he left the Derwent's house, and it has also been ten years since he stayed at Anne's house.Ten years is enough to change too many things, it is enough to make an ignorant child grow into a handsome teenager.

At the beginning, Josh asked Mr. Black about when his parents would pick him up, and the answer he got was always: "Wait a minute."

Wait, Josh has been waiting for a long time.Before, he was still holding on to hope, he thought, no matter what difficulties it was, it would be over, but gradually, this hope was wiped out by the day after day of waiting.He was six or seven when he left home, an age very good at forgetting and starting a new life.

Mr. Black's work is in the institution where humans and vampires are handed over, and the confidentiality level of all work is the highest.He is a serious person, or rather, he is a rather indifferent workaholic, and so is his wife, and they regard taking in Josh as some kind of work.Josh often thought that it was miraculous that such a pair of parents could give birth to a daughter like Annie.

Annie was fiddling with the cards in her hand next to Josh, muttering in her mouth that she didn't know what she was reading.

"...The moon card is reversed. This means that something has taken a new turn." Annie finally concluded in a serious manner.

"..." Josh was a little speechless, "No matter how many schools you change to like this, you will still have no friends."

Annie muttered a few more words in her mouth, as if she was saying something that she didn't care about.

The Black family seems to move more frequently than the vampires. I heard that this is because of work, but for the specific reason, they will only get a "no comment".But Josh didn't care. For him, life seemed to be the same in any city. He never cared about Mr. and Mrs. Black as his parents, and he never thought that Black was his home.

His name is Josh DeWinter, a name full of warmth.When it is mentioned, it reminds Josh of many things that happened in his childhood, most of which are happy, even the quarrel with his brothers is still vivid in his memory.Of course, he's still brooding over what happened before he left, especially Rigoletto...

Josh frowned, thinking about these things is not very useful.

Changing schools again, Josh went through the formalities very skillfully and applied for accommodation.Annie is already in her third year of high school, and she doesn't seem to have any ideas about her future university, so she sent in some random applications, and then went back to tinkering with her cards and occult books.

The formalities teacher in the class handed the materials back to Josh. Josh was about to reach out to pick it up when he was bumped from behind.

"Ah, I'm so sorry." It was a bespectacled boy with thick glasses who bumped into him. His skin was very fair and his freckles were particularly obvious.Josh took a second look. Annie also had freckles on her face when she was a child, but she got better when she grew up. Now she still looks like a pretty red-haired girl with a round face.

"It's okay." Josh took the documents and walked out.

The population of West Puteri City is relatively large, and the scale of the municipal high school is not small. This will leave the office, and there will be people coming and going in the corridor outside. Josh, who was already a little lost, was dizzy.

"Hi, hello!" Someone patted on the shoulder, it was the four-eyed boy just now, "My name is Hester."

"Josh."

"Uh... I heard that a freshman will be transferred to our class today. Let me guess, it can't be you?" Hurst rubbed his hands and smiled shyly.

"Class A?" Josh raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!" Hurst's eyes lit up, "It's really our new classmate, come with me, the class is about to start, the first class is the class of the old lady Mary..." He started talking A little nervous, speaking very fast, like the hooves of thousands of horses running.

Josh could hardly keep up with his rhythm, and had some headaches: "Hey, that...that who, wait!"

"Huh?" Hurst turned around and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I still haven't got the accommodation bill."

"Oh, let's go." Hurst pushed his glasses solemnly, and then walked to the other side with big strides.

Josh was afraid of being lost, so he chased after him: "Thank you...by the way, what's your name, sorry, I just..."

"It's okay. When people think about one thing, it's always difficult to separate their attention and think about another thing. It's because I didn't choose the right timing. Uh...I mean, my name is Hearst."

Josh was amused by his nerdy look: "Journalism mogul?"*

"Yes, the one who likes to write dirty news." The nerd still has a sense of humor, and he smiled at Josh, "But I like physics, you know, those wonderful formulas and graphs, I always think about it in the future Studying astronomy, because I think the universe is actually a compressed multi-dimensional space..." He began to talk, and various proper nouns gushed out of his mouth like a fountain.

Josh accidentally slipped away. There are very few people who like physics these days. The last person Josh saw who was able to do research so obsessively was probably Rigoletto... But Rigoletto is not like this joke Nerdy talk...

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Hester, who was walking in front, stopped, and he tilted his head to the side.

Josh looked up in the direction of his tilted head, oh, the logistics department is up there.

"It's nothing."

Josh walked in with a stack of files.

The process of filling in the information was a bit complicated, and Josh took the ID number to check bit by bit, Hurst turned his head and glanced at the form that Josh was about to finish, and suddenly said pleasantly: "Hey, your surname is also De Winter? "

Apparently, he picked another bad time to speak. Now Josh was talking to the teacher in the logistics department, and he ignored most of Hester's words.

Until walking out of the room, Josh suddenly recalled it and frowned: "What did you say, De Winter? Which De Winter?"

"... We're going to be late!" The bell rang at the moment Hester's voice fell, and Hester ran up while grabbing Josh's arm without thinking about anything else.

"Hey!" Josh didn't react, and hurriedly hugged the file bag in his arms with the other hand, and followed him to the classroom.

De Winter... Although this surname is not common, there is still the possibility of repeating the surname.

Josh was so comforting in his heart, he didn't know whether the beating heart at this moment was because of running or some other reason...

"I'm late!" A sharp female voice came from the podium, and Josh almost wanted to cover his ears.

It was a fat woman, her hair was wavy and curly like instant noodles, tied high with a pink and blue striped headband.This is Josh's class teacher, the old lady Mary that Hearst said.

"Hurst, you are always late, tell me, this time you have been stumbled by some kind of physics academic career again?!" The old woman Mary's voice was quite penetrating, which made Josh wonder if she had been using sharp He spoke in a barking way, "Oh, there's a...uh, you're a freshman in class today?"

Finally noticed.

"Yes, my name is Josh DeWinter."

"The principal greeted me." Mary nodded.

Before she could "scream" again, Josh spoke first: "Hester is here to pick me up."

This time Mary didn't say anything, just reminded them to pay attention to the time next time.

The two sat down at the back of the classroom, and the seat next to Hester happened to be empty, so Josh put down his schoolbag.The two looked at each other and smiled slyly, celebrating their escape from the first catastrophe at the beginning of school.

Josh glanced at the sky outside the window, it was still gloomy and gray, but he always felt that he was in a good mood. This may be because he made a friend on the first day of school... Well, it is a friend.Although he is a bit dull and likes to babble like Annie, he is still a nice person.

Josh showed a smile unconsciously.

Mary taught literature, which was very old-fashioned, and all kinds of poems in the classical period were obscure and difficult to understand. Josh was drowsy after listening to it, and was about to drag Hearst next to him to a meeting, but turned around and found Hester Already lying on the table and sleeping soundly, saliva almost flowed down the corner of his mouth.

And when it came to the next math class, Hurst next to him seemed to be a different person.Energetic, with his back straight, he followed the teacher's writing on the blackboard, writing vigorously on the draft paper underneath, and pushing his glasses from time to time.

Josh was curious: "Don't you like physics?"

"You don't understand this." Hearst explained in a low voice, and his writing speed did not slow down at all, "The highest level of physics is mathematics. Mathematics represents an order. Everything follows a certain order. Laws develop, this ultimate mystery is hidden in mathematics..."

Josh regretted that he asked this question, because Hearst talked about it endlessly, and Josh couldn't help but interrupted: "Your science grades must be very good."

"Of course." Hurst smiled proudly, and then he seemed to think of something, and added rigorously, "But it's not the best. I only took second place in the school's knowledge competition."

"Who is number one?"

"Speaking of which, he still has the same surname as you..." Hearst finally paused the pen under his hand, "Do you know him? His name is Riglito de Winter."

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Josh couldn't remember how this conversation ended, his mind went blank, which almost caught up with when he suddenly heard that the Derwent family was going to send him away.Ten years have passed, but this name still sounds so familiar at this time, as if he has never left his life.