Star Sea: Explorer's Notes

Chapter 53
The girl in front of her was wearing the same uniform as Fleur, except that her black knee-high cotton socks were so worn that many holes could be seen.

She held the dozen or so books in her arms with another hand, "Frege, didn't you go to work after graduation? Why, come to the academy to see your former teachers?"

Frege glanced at her in surprise. The girl's freckles and the two thick and long ponytails on the back of her head made him feel a little familiar.

"Are you..." He tried hard to recall the past when he was a student, "Alyssa?"

"It's me!" Alisa pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose excitedly, "It's rare that you still remember me..."

Frege frowned. It had been five years, but he didn't expect this person to still not get rid of the habit of rubbing people's faces every now and then.

"Too close, too close..."

He raised his hand to indicate the distance between the two.

"What, you're going to bully the girls in our academy as soon as you come back?" Alisa looked at Fleur, who had reddened eyes, "Your bad habits haven't changed for so many years!"

"When will I—"

Frege was suddenly out of breath, and when he was about to refute, a picture that was still fresh in his mind appeared in his mind.

"Forget it... I'm too lazy to explain to you," he shook his head, "Also, this is my sister, and I didn't bully anyone, so stop spreading gossip about me."

But he has not forgotten that the turmoil back then was provoked by this girl who seemed to be gentle and quiet, but in fact her mouth was fiercer than the biggest trumpet.

"I'm sorry for my mistakes, and I still have the face to blame me," Alisa snorted, and then stared at Fleur for a while, "You said this is your sister? Are you kidding me?! This is not the school of mechanics. The goddess next to you? Are you worthy?"

Frege froze for a moment, "Don't we look like each other?"

"Like? You don't even look at what you look like. Back then, Nata didn't know what she liked about you..." She kept mumbling, "Wait a minute, it seems a bit..."

"If you don't believe me," Frege pouted, "I don't care about it, but my sister still has classes in the academy, so don't spread the word about it."

After speaking, he pulled Fleur and prepared to leave. He couldn't understand how difficult this woman was.

"Hey——" Alisa trotted two steps in front of them, "I almost forgot, since I met you, I will let you know, we will have a classmate reunion in the same class in three days, remember to come to attend it then! "

"Class reunion?" Frege gave him a suspicious look, "That guy—she...will go too?"

"Are you asking about Nata?" Alyssa showed a gloating expression, but then her mood suddenly became a little depressed, "Like you, we won't be able to contact her after graduation. Same, she probably won't come."

"That's good," Frege nodded in satisfaction after hearing the news, "I will definitely go, don't worry."

After speaking, he left without looking back, his footsteps were a little lighter than before.

He was going to log off his dozen or so communication numbers after a while. Without the harassment from that woman, he only needed to leave one or two numbers for his own use.

"Brother," Fleur turned her head and asked, "That one just now was..."

"My former classmate," Frege replied, "she has a very big mouth, and you must never let her know anything that needs to be kept secret."

Then he added in a low voice, "Your brother and I have a bad reputation in the academy because of her."

"That's it..."

Fleur nodded half-understood. Apart from studying in the college, she rarely communicated with other students, especially after the only person she was familiar with, Litty, betrayed her.

This is not because she doesn't want to communicate with people, but the class consciousness within the academy is also very strong.

The children of the nobles will naturally stick together, and they are opposed to the civilian class with relatively ordinary backgrounds.

Fleur's situation doesn't belong to any of them. It goes without saying that the nobles needless to say, but the commoner circle doesn't mean that there is no threshold.

Some of their parents were bank clerks, and they couldn't get into the circle of nobles, but their families were fairly well off.

Some are just ordinary employees, in the middle of the civilian circle.

There are also some impoverished families with no parents to rely on and no fixed source of income, like Frege and Fleur.

They are jokingly called "dibao households", which means they live on the minimum amount of security given by the federal government.

In fact, Fleur has not received that meager subsidy in the past few years. After Frege has a job, the two of them will not be included in the minimum guarantee list.

But because Frege had left a stain on this academy before, under his instruction, Fleur would not specifically reveal her family relationship.

In this way, she was naturally included in the scope of "low-income households" by those classmates.

The civilian circle will not refuse her to join, but where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Compared with the aristocratic circle, each of which has some background, the mutual exploitation and oppression among the common people is more serious.

The families of bank employees will look down on the families of ordinary employees, and the families of ordinary employees can only laugh at those low-income households.

In fact, Fleur was originally a very optimistic and lively character, but since Frege left, she inevitably became introverted without relying on her.

"For the next period of time, you will stay with me on the Amrodia. I will seriously consider joining the research institute."

Fleur's eyes lit up when she heard the words, "Really?"

"real."

"Then I'll go back to the dormitory to get some things, you wait here for me!"

"Well, you go."

Watching Fleur leave, Frege found a bench nearby and sat down.

Looking at the lush forest not far away, and the young faces walking back to the dormitory, he couldn't help expressing a burst of emotion:
"It's nice to be young..."

He enjoyed this rare tranquility, leaned on the back of the chair and began to close his eyes to meditate.

Suddenly, he felt a icy cold coming from his neck, and before he could move, a tingling pain came from the place where he was in contact with the icy cold.

"If you want to survive, you just follow me honestly."

Frege didn't dare to turn his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dagger on his neck.

From the silver blade, he could vaguely see the reflection of the person behind him.

This voice made him feel a little familiar, and combined with the very conspicuous golden beard in the reflection——

"You are... Olov?!"

(End of this chapter)