Because Barton is too young, it does not have a formal university, but there is a Back Bay Community College located in the south of Back Bay, which just serves as a boundary to separate Paisley. All you need about this community college is an application, tuition, and four years to spare. So as you can imagine, this university is stuck in an awkward position in all aspects.
So after the daytime classes ended, the Back Bay Community College at night turned into a more practical night school, making full use of the educational resources that were not fully utilized during the day. What you need is an application, tuition fees, and the determination to improve yourself.
Morris's writing class officially starts at nine o'clock in the evening and lasts for two hours, but he requires all students to be present at 8:30 because he will evaluate the homework left before.
Now Morris is scolding a young man sitting in the front row, "What I want is conflict! Not contradiction! Tell me, why would a person who is allergic to peanut butter want to try the taste of peanut butter?!"
The young man was very aggrieved, but his intentions were good. If a person cannot eat peanut butter in his life, logically speaking, his desire for this thing should be very strong. However, he seems to have made a mistake. There is an essential difference between running away from peanut butter because of a life threat and craving peanut butter.
"I just can't imagine how your cement head came up with this thing! It's unreasonable!" Morris threw one assignment in the young man's face and moved on to the next one.
Zach smiled and looked at the nervous Madison, "What did you write?"
When Zach showed up at the mill stuck in time, Madison was sullen. He was really suffering, and if Zach didn't show up, he would have completely offended his boss. If Zach shows up, Madison doesn't know how it will end.
So the two of them walked here from the South District in silence, and Madison hadn't said a word yet.
Find something the other person is willing to talk about. This is Zach’s purpose in communicating with people. It's a pity that Zach was disappointed. Madison just looked at the vampire with a straight face and showed no intention of letting go.
Zach curled his lips and continued to watch Morris ravage his students.
"Ms. West." Morris stood in front of a middle-aged woman, "You can pick up your homework." Morris had a completely different smile from before. "I like it, you can share it later."
The woman whose surname was West nodded and turned directly to the end of the article to read Morris's comments.
Zach raised his eyebrows, this Morris is really a good teacher.
Finally, Morris stood in front of Madison. He frowned and flipped his fingers on the paper, "Mr. Cook (Madison's last name. Not Cook from Cook's Kitchen)." Morris's voice was low, "You are very persistent, aren't you? I think you have decided to persevere with the blood-sucking guy!" He looked at the nervous Madison, dropped the homework in his hand, and snorted, "Then I will persevere too. point of view! This is rubbish!”
Morris was about to turn around, but Madison actually grabbed the teacher with thick glasses and said, "Wait! I have something to say!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, this guy was bullied by the bar staff when they first met. It always breaks out at unexpected times. He wondered what Madison was going to say.
"This is the person I wrote about!" Zach looked at Madison pointing at him in astonishment, and Morris seemed to be a little interested. Looking at Zach, Madison continued, "He is the guy who lives on blood!"
The lecture hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on our vampire.
Morris pushed up his glasses and looked at Zach with a frown, "Well. Pale skin, decent clothes..."
Zach kept smiling and stretched out his hand, "Zachary Grande."
"Morris. Very polite." Morris stated objectively, and also extended his hand, "It's a little cold." Morris actually nodded and looked at Madison, who was trying to prove himself. "So this is your prototype?"
Morris didn't wait for Madison to answer. He took his last night directly from Madison's hand and handed it to Zach. His eyes continued to stay on Madison with a hint of sarcasm, "Mr. Grande, do you know You know, your friends write you as a person who lives on blood?"
Zach smiled and took over Madison's homework. He didn't look at it, but shook his head and glanced at the eyes gathered on him with an expression of 'I see.' "This makes more sense, I am his boss." .”
In the eyes of everyone with raised eyebrows, Zach smiled and shook his head, "If I make him feel like this." Zach shrugged, "Sorry?"
"Oh! Interesting!" Maurice's forehead was squeezed with four wrinkles by the raised eyebrows, "So this is a symbol! Deduction under the glamorous appearance!" He looked at Madison, who was sullen and silent, playfully, " I now somewhat understand the meaning of your choice of such a ridiculous subject matter."
That understanding is of course wrong, but do you think Madison will explain it? No, especially not when Zach was already squinting and smiling next to him.
"You haven't learned to walk yet, and you want to run?" Morris chuckled and shook his head, "If you don't say it, no one will know your symbol! So this is still useless! Now, I just want to wish you will keep your Work!"
Morris dropped Madison and moved on to the next one. And Zach patted Madison on the shoulder and just smiled.
There are not many people who can get positive comments from Morris. In fact, this is a very harsh teacher. When the class began, Ms. West was invited to the podium.
"I'm disappointed!" Morris stood on the side of the podium. "Now, I want you to hear what a story truly worth writing looks like! Ms. West, please."
The woman on the podium was a little nervous. She held her article in both hands, looked around, took a deep breath, and started reading.
'It was an unusually cold night in the summer, and Will didn't know how he ended up in this situation. He put his hands on his head in embarrassment and ran in the freezing rain... '
Zach smoothed the folds on his raised legs with his fingers, adjusted his sitting posture, and looked at the woman on the podium. The vampire was ready to enjoy a story praised by Morris.
'Will began to sort out his life. He was once a simple man with an ordinary job. It was boring and worth complaining about, but the job paid for an apartment and pizza on the corner, and Will was content. Of course, like everything, he had many things he wanted but couldn't have. Everyone has expectations. '
Will looked down the dark alley, the only dry place he had found. Yes. Will paid the price for his expectations, no longer owning his apartment or the ability to pay for the corner pizza. Now all he needed was a dry place to spend the night. '
'Amidst the heavy rain, Will awkwardly stuck the green trash can lid on the fire escape, trying to create a closed space to dispel the cold. He tried to pull out the cardboard stuck on the wall and use it as his bed. At night with only the sound of rain, this lonely man was fighting against a pile of garbage. Yes, he needs to think about his life. '
'Footsteps are approaching. Will is holding on to luck, no, this is not a fluke, this is giving up. He pulled the cardboard and bent it into an arc. The enclosed space he wanted was about to be completed. Maybe this would be his future home. '
'"Found you!" Will knew the voice and he didn't want to answer. Keep 'building' your own home. '
'Not bad!' the voice continued, and Will tried to ignore it. "For a new homeless man, you seem to be very good at this!" The owner of the voice had already approached Will. There were three people. Their wet bodies and clothes didn't care that they had polluted Will's 'home'. . '
"What a shame!" The intruder overturned the cardboard and pushed Will against the cold, damp wall. "We don't want you to adapt to the life of a homeless person like this!" They surrounded Will. "You need to pay what you owe! Right!" Will's whole body trembled. '
The vampire adjusted his posture again. It was indeed a good start. He was already attracted...
'"What else do you want!" Will shouted! The water droplets dripping from his hair blurred his eyes, but now he couldn't stop being angry. He shouted out his inner words, 'What else do you want? I have nothing left. ''
'Unfortunately, no one can hear his inner words. A fist hit his abdomen... '
The story on the podium continued. Zach pointed his finger on the armrest and looked at the woman with slightly narrowed light green eyes. This was a depressing and tragic story.
Zach's eyes never left the woman until the class was over. The vampire was thinking about something.
After class ended, Madison packed her things.
"Waiting." Zach smiled, got up and walked towards West, who was already preparing to leave.
"Hi! Zachary Grande." Zach introduced himself to the woman again, "I like your article. I have some questions. I wonder if you can answer them for me?"
"Ah, thank you." The woman was a little nervous. After all, in front of her was a boss who was described as sucking people's blood, "Sheila West."
"You can call me Zach." Zach smiled, "Don't worry about Madison, we are actually friends."
Silla smiled reluctantly and did not respond.
"Then..." Zach pulled the somewhat nervous lady towards the corridor, "I want to ask, why does Wells, oh, sorry, Will have to die? I mean, we already sympathize with his experience, There also appeared a repentant thug (Seth), and a police detective (James) who was dissatisfied with reality and wanted to protect him. Why couldn't he successfully go to court, get the compensation he requested, and start his life again? ?”
Sheila looked at the man in front of her who was actually very attractive. She found that the man was really interested in this story. After thinking about it, she showed an apologetic expression and replied, "Because my cat is sick today, I want to take him with me." It went to the veterinarian and there was no time to write it down, so..." Sheila smiled bitterly, "But Teacher Morris seems to be most satisfied with this ending."
Zach maintained a smile on his stiff face. Some people's lives are just stories on paper. (..)