The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 691 Ch.690 Can't make up a complete
Queen's College and Chettenham are not far away.

It’s like a gift specially prepared by the builders for these young gentlemen and ladies, allowing them to master another skill that will benefit them throughout their lives during their spare time: love.

——Because Chettenham is a boys' school, no matter from which perspective, a girls' school should not be established around a boys' school, especially a school that is not considered "upper class" and is only for training family governesses.

This will lead to scammers running rampant.

Male liar.

These bad boys with money in their pockets who never wore their hats properly ran around everywhere. Whenever they had time, they would gather in groups of two or three to gamble or drink, walking arm in arm across two streets and looking out from the corner of Queen's College.

Waiting for my twenty-third true love.

Girls who didn't have much experience suffered.

Nine and ten years old, twelve or thirteen to fifteen or sixteen years old, true playboys in the love field should not be picky, especially when it comes to women, they should treat them equally - they chew the latest expensive candies, put their hands in their pockets, and their leather shoes shake up and down as they chew.

He thinks he has the demeanor of his father or an outstanding elder in the family.

The girls think so too.

At least these boys satisfied their fantasies of "upper class" and "romance": no matter how expensive the hat was, they would not wear it rigidly, and the solemn and elegant uniforms had to be kneaded by their owners to look like vagrants.

Tobacco and cigars became the best crops for ripening flesh and blood.

Besides.

The smarter ones among them would even lean against the carriage.

At this moment, wealth and romance are rushing towards the school gate in unison, and will not stop until they capture the heart of a young teacher.

Of course, there are also "stubborn" ones.

"I said, I don't have time, Mr. Harvey."

"I can wait for you."

The girl hurried across the dirt road carrying a small bookcase, her skirt raising a cloud of dust.

With the annoying Mr. Crooked Hat.

"Don't wait for me, sir."

"I am willing to wait."

"I have a lot of homework."

"Maybe after we finish eating?"

"I plan to go home."

"I have a carriage, my own - by the way, my father has prepared a brand new one for me, with silent axles. The interior of the carriage is at my disposal... Please... where are you going?"

"go home."

"Take my car."

"I have legs."

"Of course, who doesn't have legs? But I'm afraid they can't compare to wheels."

The rough hard-soled cloth shoes hurt the girl's feet, and her mood became as bad as the weather in the past.

It's the same every week.

meet him.

"Mr. Harvey," the blonde girl raised her head slightly and showed her eyes from the brim of her hat. She stared at the boy in front of her with an impatient look on her face: "You can spend your time on more meaningful things."

"For example?" The boy grinned, chewing gum with a crunching sound.

The more you glare at him, the harder he chews.

"Like everything except me."

"Deloze..."

"You should call me 'Miss Fonseca'."

Harvey shrugged. "I think we should call each other more intimately. Really, don't you want to go? We're going to have a little salon - just us, all about the same age. Then, we can drink a little..."

"My sister won't let me drink with men in private."

Someone behind me started to make a noise.

Repeated rejections in public made the boy lose his already limited patience. He pretended to straighten the shirt that was sticking out of his chest and glared at the girl: "I don't believe a word you say, Deloz. Everyone knows that your sister is a famous prostitute."

“You insist that I meet you at Fonseca House?”

Droz Fonseca went quiet.

She looked at the frivolous boy quietly without saying a word. She just curled her lips in contempt and blew a "humph" from her nose.

then.

He turned around, picked up his book box, and went to where he should go without looking back.

Except for the eyes on the carriage nearby, no one noticed her sad face when she turned around, and her fingers holding the box were pinched so tightly that they turned white.

"Bah." Harvey spat, turned around and cursed his friend with foul language.

"You should be gentler, Harvey. You should never be rude to a lady."

"Your father said that again?"

"Do you need 'father' to tell you this? You are dumber than our slaves..."

“I’ll go to Fonseca sooner or later.”

"You'd better not make her angry, Harvey," a friend beside him whispered to him, "I heard that her mentor is not ordinary..."

Thomas Harvey laughed: "Yes, even if I inherit a huge fortune, I still have to worry about a female teacher who earns at most thirty pounds a year - that's right! I can ask my father to hire her!"

The boys walked out of the academy arm in arm, talking and laughing.

Besides some servants, there were also some girls in gray long skirts following them.

"So, you made a new friend?"

Rose twirled the cigar she had stolen from Roland (the kind with golden smoke), her green eyes narrowed, and stared at the blonde until she turned the corner and disappeared.

"Arrogant, hypocritical, rude, and never learned the rules of a lady - you make friends with such a person?"

After she finished mumbling, she turned around and found Roland staring at her with a smile.

So, he immediately became furious.

"I didn't say anything about myself!"

Halida lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders.

There is a vexing problem.

It was difficult for Halida to suppress her laughter.

After a while, a series of "woofs" were heard from the carriage - as if a group of puppies were holding a concert in the carriage.

Rose became even angrier.

Especially when Roland raised his arm to "command"...

How can a blind man give orders?
"You should see this dress for yourself!"

The Snitch said this angrily. This was the only thing she could do to "mock" Roland - although it wasn't the first time the other party wore a skirt.

The three people in the carriage were now wearing gray long skirts similar to Droz's.

The styles are slightly different, but overall they look pretty much the same.

of course.

Compared to last time, Roland had to wear a wide-brimmed hat with a black veil today - his appearance was too special. According to Rose, those girls who had never seen the world could easily find problems if they looked at him for too long.

After all, he is growing up.

"And you, your eyes are also a problem..." Rose glared at Halida who was still 'choking', and said angrily: "You really have a good mother, look at the pair of eyes she gave you - you should go to work for Fonseca, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Halida fell silent.

The air in the car was a little stagnant.

Rose herself was of course aware of her slip of the tongue, but she was unwilling to apologize to a 'maid', so she snorted twice, lowered her head, and began to concentrate on adjusting her sleeves, which had already been perfect.

"Rose."

"You want me to apologize?"

"No, I just suddenly realized," Roland pulled his gloves with a strange look on his face, "In this carriage, even if there are three people, they can't make up a complete mother..."

Rose: ...

Halida: ...

"I thought about it and decided to invite Randolph and Beatrice to join us next time... This joke will be even funnier..."

After Roland finished speaking, he pondered for a moment.

"Add Shandel to that."

Rose & Halida: Huff.

The two ladies couldn't help but smile at each other.

Halida looked at Rose, and within a few breaths, she found an apology in that green color that shouldn't have appeared.

She thought about it, gently picked up the glove beside her leg, and slowly handed it over.

Rose coughed.

After quickly taking the gloves, he turned around and glared at Roland: "Are you still laughing?! Roland Collins! You just talk nonsense all day long! Or is Halida a caring person..."

"I'm beginning to look forward to your future life."

"It will definitely be very interesting."
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I hope you can be a little self-aware... as part of being 'interesting'.

(End of this chapter)