Diary of Raising a Mermaid

Chapter 28

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A few days later, Lance himself nearly lost his mind.

Teaching a student who is curious is a good thing, but teaching a student who is simply not a good fit can be fatal.

This student refers to Qi Luo, the 18-clawed fish.

Although Quirrell doesn't like humans, he escaped from the laboratory, and instead of indulging in the bad facts of the past, he found his own hobby——

It's a good thing to like the music of humans, and even more so to play the drums.

However, the only problem now is that although Quirrell has a high IQ, his talent in music is almost zero.

What's the use of having eighteen tentacles? What's the use of being able to hold eighteen drumsticks? Everyone has hands, and not everyone is Mozart.

Lance taught for several days, but got nothing but a lot of noise, and he was about to be tortured and collapsed by Quirrell.

What's more terrible is that Quirrell didn't realize that he was not suitable for making music at all. Instead, he thought that hard work can make up for his weakness, so he kept tapping.

This morning, while Quirrell was hunting for prey, he finally calmed down. Taking advantage of the rare silence, Lance rushed to Wenser with a "owwow", hugged Wenser and cried:

"Let's swim up quickly, I don't want to stay here anymore."

His ears can't take it anymore.

I don't want to stay in the sea for a second.

As for Wenser, he was still very calm, so calm that Lance wondered if he and Wenser were in two different spaces.

Otherwise, why hasn't Winsor been driven crazy by the noise

Winsor was amused by Lance's eagerness to pounce on him for comfort:

"Then you were so happy to accept it as a student."

"I was wrong."

Lance cried, "I'm never going to do that again."

Winsor raised an eyebrow.

In fact, he can't stand the noise made by Quirrell, but since he wants to cut off Lance's naive thoughts, he naturally wants to let Lance eat the bitter fruit he planted.

It turns out that this method is very useful.

Regarding Lance's breakdown, Winsor secretly took pleasure in his misfortune.

"Since you have no objection, let's go now."

Lance turned to look for his suitcase.

Ding Ling After a ring of palm nuts, Lance dragged a suitcase over, and he asked shyly:

"Winser, can you help me drag it up? I'm not very good at it yet."

Lance hadn't learned how to drag a weight upstream yet.

It's like, it's okay to ride a bike, but the rider can't put someone in the back seat.

Wenser couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lance paused for a moment and asked:

"Winser, what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at why you are so straightforward."

Winsor shook his head, stepped forward, and under Lance's puzzled eyes, stretched out his hand, grabbed Lance's cheek, and pulled it out,

"You dare to order me like that."

The tone is a bit angry, but also a little bit fond.

Lance with a sore face:? ?

In the end, Winsor helped Lance carry the box and wandered away.

Although Winsor doesn't care about the noise made by Quirrell, it doesn't mean that Winsor is willing to continue to endure the noise made by the sea monster without Lance.

His tolerance level can be very high or very low, mainly depends on the premise.

"We have to find an island first."

Winsor said, "Unless you find the island, you are not allowed to go up."

Such strict restrictions directly made Lance, who thought he could let the wind go, wilt.

Why are you so cautious

Lance thought dissatisfiedly, fortunately, Wenser didn't know that he had come into contact with three real people before, otherwise he might really not be able to go ashore for the rest of his life.

What Wenser meant by saying this was to be cautious on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wanted to embarrass Lance.

As expected, Lance rolled his eyes and came up with a crooked idea that Wenser hadn't noticed.

He stopped in front of Wenser and stopped Wenser from spinning around:

"Wait, I'll ask that person. It's really time-consuming and energy-consuming to wander around like this."

Winsor asked, "Are you looking for Quirrell?"

"Of course not, I'm not stupid."

Lance said, "If you ask Quirrell, don't think about leaving today."

So, he's going to find Quirrell's neighbor—

That hermit crab.

After speaking, Lance took the lead in swimming in one direction.

Winsor raised an eyebrow, but still dragged the suitcase and followed Lance.

Only then did he realize that Lance seemed to know a lot of things he didn't know while he was away.

Lance searched for a long time according to the route in memory before finding the hermit crab.

The hermit crab also seemed to be suffering from it. While cursing, it dragged the huge sunken ship and walked out.

[Hermit crab?]

Lance swam to the sinking ship that had been moving and asked, "Where are you going?"]

[Where I'm going, don't mind your ass—]

The moving wreck stopped, and two pincers emerged from it, and a few seconds later, two bean eyes also emerged.

Seeing that it was Lance, the hermit crab immediately swallowed back a series of greetings to the eighteenth generation of its ancestors, and complained very tactfully:

[That octopus has gone mad for some reason, it's a fucking bastard, it's been knocking. Knock knock knock, knock your horse, knock open your xx skull.]

Lance: "..."

Wenser who swam over: "..."

[Yo, little one, do you have friends?]

The hermit crab's eyes were not very good. When it saw Wenser swimming over, it waved its pincers as a greeting.

Lance nodded shyly and introduced:

[His name is Wenser, and he is with me.]

[Winser? Tsk tsk, educated fish are different. Finding a partner with a name that is also Wen Zou Zou, so sour.]

The hermit crab murmured that its eyesight was not very good, so it opened its beady eyes and looked at Wenser vigorously, [Are you a mermaid too? It doesn't look like it.]

Winsor frowned.

Seeing that Wenser was unhappy, Lance quickly smoothed things over and changed the topic:

[Hermit Crab, are you leaving?]

[if not? I was about to explode my head.]

The hermit crab replied angrily, and at the same time, as someone who has been there, he persuaded earnestly,

[Listen to me, be nicer to your friends, if he dies, you will be so lonely. Now the harsh environment here is really not suitable for making a nest, let's go together.]

Lance wiped his face, he was afraid to tell the hermit crab that he was teaching Quirrell.

Otherwise, according to the hermit crab's violent temper, he was afraid that the hermit crab would cut him into fifteen or sixteen dollars.

Not daring to stay longer, Lance asked:

[I came here just to ask, are there any islands nearby? Kind of uninhabited island.]

[Yes, I have.]

The hermit crab pointed to the southeast with one pincer and said,

[I remember that there is a small island there. When I was young, I went ashore, you can go there and have a look.]

[thanks.]

After getting the position, Lance wanted to leave without mercy.

But after swimming for a while, Lance turned back and said seriously to the hermit crab:

[I think, how about you go find the octopus and tell it about your dissatisfaction.]

The hermit crab stopped moving, and the two bean eyes met together, and asked:

[why?]

[You have stayed here for so long, and you have never left before, probably because you are too lonely... And there is a sunken ship here, and there is also a noisy octopus...]

Lance said,

[I know you are afraid of being lonely.]

The hermit crab stopped talking, and its two pincers hung on the sand, motionless.

[Go and talk to that octopus, it is also very lonely.]

Lance seriously suggested,

[With you as a neighbor, maybe the octopus will consider your feelings next time.]

After speaking, Lance flicked his tail and swam away.

Winsor has been waiting in front of Lance.

After Lance swam to his side, Wenser looked at Lance more tenderly:

"You do care about them."

"At any rate, he's Quirrell's teacher."

Lance shrugged, his face was a little hot from what Wenser said, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface,

"What's more, I'm just making suggestions. Whether they want to listen or not is their business... What are you laughing at?"

"Cough, it's nothing."

"I'm not thinking of them! A hermit crab, distract Quirrell so we don't have to hear the noise... Hey, don't laugh!"

An hour later, Lance and Winsor found the island the hermit crab mentioned.

The island is really small, with only a few scattered coconut trees on it, which can be seen at a glance. Lance suspects that if he can still walk, it won't take half an hour to walk around the whole island.

This kind of island is a small island formed by the eruption of submarine volcanoes. When the sea level rises, the island will disappear.

After so many years, it is still there, and it is really worth watching and cherishing.

After confirming that the island was still there and that there was really no one on it, both Lance and Winsor came out of the sea, and the two mermaids dragged their tails and climbed ashore.

Compared to the last time when he went ashore by Wen Yu's side, Lance was also afraid of this and that, ignorant, and timid. This time, it might be because Wen Yu was by his side, and Lance didn't care that much at all.

He even had the heart to study the shells on the beach.

"Lance!"

Wenser turned around and saw Lance lying on the beach studying shells, annoyed and funny.

He was also lugging a heavy suitcase.

"Huh? Okay, here I come."

Lance quickly got up, and he quickly walked to Wenser's side as if to please him, and took the suitcase from Wenser's hand.

Then the two mermaids came under the shade and sat together.

Lance got the camera out first, and he put the camera on the slate to let the camera dry before turning it on.

Taking advantage of this time, Lance put the suitcase down on the beach, and under Wenser's curious gaze, he finally unzipped the suitcase.

As soon as he opened the suitcase, Lance looked at the water-soaked things with a sad face:

"It's all money."

Up to now, there is still a box of water in his box.

Wenser didn't care, he was the first to help take out the contents of the box.

First of all, of course, a few clothes that have been soaked for an unknown number of years, and a few pairs of shoes.

Lance knew that after he became a mermaid, these were just floating clouds, so after a few seconds of heartache, he threw these "garbage" aside.

Then, he found all kinds of small things he stuffed into the suitcase from the corners of the suitcase—

Souvenirs from the Queen Mary, a packet of expired pills, a Queen Mary brochure, and a diary in a plastic bag.

Lance couldn't help but cocked his tail.

He remembered that this diary belonged to a colleague who lived in the same room as him.

This colleague is quite ink-stained, sentimental, sensitive, and likes to keep a diary.

After writing the diary every day, he also sealed the diary in a beautiful plastic bag with a sense of ritual. It is said that in this way, he can see if someone has touched his diary based on the newly printed fingerprints on the bag.

"How did you get here?"

Lance was bewildered.

On the other side, Wenser flipped through the brochure of the Queen Mary in the suitcase with great interest. After looking through it for a long time, he finally asked:

"Were you rich before?"

Lance leaned over to take a look, and found that the photo Wenser was looking at was printed with a magnificent and luxurious photo, which happened to be an interior decoration of the Queen Mary.

"No, very poor."

Lance's face was dark, he shook his head, and said, "Because of being poor, I am very happy to have this opportunity to board the Queen Mary, and I brought a lot of what I have and what I don't. Maybe they're already used to it."

Hearing this, Wenser touched Lance's head affectionately.

Lance: "..."

If he really bought a ticket to go on this cruise ship, according to Lance's salary back then, he would have to save up for at least a year or two before he could buy a special ticket for this cruise ship.

But, coincidentally, that year coincided with the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the cruise company, and the cruise company held an event, and the entire company where Lance worked happened to be rewarded by the cruise company.

Although the ticket is still very expensive after taking into account the benefits provided by the cruise company, the price can be more or less affordable by ordinary working-class people. Therefore, the employees of Lance's entire company gritted their teeth and spent a few months' wages to buy Tickets, ready to use the holidays to go surfing, after all, they will never be able to become upper-class people who can easily cruise.

Gaining knowledge is also good.

Thinking of this, Lance felt that he was at a loss.

It was said that it would be a one-week journey, but in his memory he only had one or two days of memory. Thinking about it this way, Lance always felt that he had lost hundreds of thousands.

After feeling melancholy for a while, Lance opened the diary that was suddenly in his suitcase.

The plastic bag outside the diary was well sealed, which was in line with the feathered character of the colleague Lance knew, so that when Lance took out the diary, he was surprised to find that the diary was not wet at all.

It really is a miracle.

However, taking out the diary, Lance randomly flipped through a page, and when he opened it, it happened to be the latest page, which was filled with a bunch of words, and the last sentence was rewritten by the owner of the diary again:

[We are guinea pigs.]

Lance couldn't help frowning.

Why do you write like this

"What's written on it?"

Wenser saw Lance staring at the diary in a daze, so he came over and asked a question.

"I have no idea."

Lance turned the diary to the first page, and was about to read it from the first page. He wanted to know why the owner of the diary came to such a conclusion.

After turning to the first page, Lance glanced around and found that this notebook happened to be remembered from a month before they boarded the ship.

On this page, the tone of the owner of the diary is very normal, and the style of writing is still the subtle writing style of the colleague in Lance's memory. It seems that there is no big deal, and the owner of the diary is a normal person.

Lance read on, and was finally dazed by the gloomy and detailed style of writing in the diary.

I don't know why, it may be that the sentence "We are mice" on the last page of the diary is too unbelievable, no matter how Lance reads it, he can't stand it, and his mind keeps repeating that sentence.

Finally, Lance took a deep breath, put down the diary, and seriously asked Wenser beside him:

"Winser, let me ask you a question."

Winsor looked up from Lance's suitcase, and he looked at Lance, motioning for Lance to continue.

"If one day you get something that you never dreamed of before, is it possible that this thing was given to you by someone with ulterior motives?"

Lance changed to a more tactful question.

Winsor smiled slowly:

"You mean, the thing about you boarding that ship?"

Lang paused for a moment, he didn't expect Wenser to see through the essence.

After a moment of hesitation, Lance nodded.

Winsor looked at Lance meaningfully and said:

"It's up to you to judge...you have to relate to the context of the time."

Lance was confused.

Time backgroud? What era background.

"If it's really what you said, someone has ulterior motives."

Wenser said, "Then you can also recall who were the people who boarded the boat at that time."

Lance held the diary and thought for a while.

When I got on the boat... It seemed that the whole boat was full of "lucky people" like him, and there were not many tourists with "names and surnames".

Lance's face suddenly paled.