Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 24

The administrative center of Beijing-β was 300 kilometers away from Starry Sea Academy. It was noon, the outdoor apparent temperature deviated from the expectation for no reason at all, rising straight up approaching 20 degrees. The stone-like ice was moist with life, and the deep winter that had lasted for more than two years seemed to have some idea of recovery, as if a sudden burst of spring wind came from the ends of the universe, blowing the sky as blue as if washed.

It was the third day of the “thesis week” in Starry Sea Academy. On the evening of three days ago, when the students had just finished their classes, they were suddenly notified that this school with only one headmaster had quite an arbitrary teaching schedule. The principal probably wanted to have an annual holiday. He temporarily changed this week to a thesis week, opened the library, made a list of dozen books, and left a very big question –  where will the future of humanity go?

At this point, with four days to go until the assignment was due, most students were not thinking about the future of humanity, but about the unexplained disappearance of White and the others. The entire college had become a happy rumor mill. The debate about who among the four people eloped with whom had already caused two rounds of brawls.   

Mint’s orphanage received a stipend –  she had set it to automatically transfer three quarters of her monthly stipend to her “family”, but this time the stipend was sent along with a letter of complaint.

Headmaster Lu, who vowed to expel them, did not even write down the punishment, but adopted the management style of kindergartens – when he left, he wrote a letter to inform the parents of the selected students. White’s parents had already made two trips to the empty principal’s office. Rickhead’s mother was less responsible. After reading it, she answered the letter with four simple words: “Then let him die.”

The letter that was sent to Jingshu Huang’s home according to the enrollment information failed to send, wandering around in the entire planet and was returned to the headmaster’s mailbox by the system.

On this day, the old dean of the Information Technology College who had resigned was packing his bags and was ready to leave Beijing-β. On his way, he came to Starry Sea Academy where he could see from a distance the magnificent dome of the auditorium and the noisy naughty children all over the school. The old dean did not expect to have so many students in the school. He put his hands on the fence and looked inside. He saw two teenagers fighting. The boys were fighting over the forms in the girl’s hands.

“Show me, I don’t have to chase you, don’t flatter yourself!”

The girl kicked him in the shins, “Go away!”

“I can show you mine! I didn’t sign up for any of the three colleges, and I offered a new professional direction — interstellar smuggling guides. How about that? It’s a fucking great idea, right? Hey! Wait for me!”

After listening, the old dean was stupefied for a long time. It seemed like this sacred hall of knowledge was still feeding a group of dumb moving gorillas, so he held the railings, walking away slowly. He was two hundred and sixty years old, and had no permanent residence. He had taught at every university in the Eighth Galaxy, and had watched dozens of schools fail in the face of overwhelming odds. Starry Sea Academy was his last stop, and he was finally disappointed.

Suddenly, he felt a little frustrated, looking down at the dry old spots on the back of his hand, feeling that his life might have been a pipe dream, and that he took a stubborn and wrong path.

Two hundred and sixty years, it’s time to wake up.

Not long ago, he spent the better part of his life saving up a place for himself in a property-owned retirement home on the Cayley planet where he intended to spend his remaining years. It’s a pretty decent old age in the Eighth Galaxy. He’s leaving today.

The old dean looked up at the sky. It was a rare sunny day. There was no north wind. It was not as warm as Beijing-β’s winter. He thought this might bode well for his journey.

Homeless vagrants emerged from their hiding places, cheerfully waving to the passing professor and congratulating one another on surviving another winter, which was about to usher in a good season of up to four years.

Not far away, a flock of pigeons flying across the sky  fell on the-six-million-worth roof in Starry Sea Academy, dropping endless excrement to express endless “blessings” to the students.

Penny opened the door of Speakeasy , brought a bag of fresh mealworms to the lizard, opened the window, rolled up her sleeves, and wiped the tables and chairs –  B4’s place was so clean and barely anyone lived in it, daily maintenance was enough, so she might as well do it herself.

Penny had known Lin for five years, and by the standards of a woman, he was not a slovenly man. He had no other vices than his unkempt personal image. He drank, but never got drunk. Everything that had been used would be put back in its place, and there was a clean, cold sense of order in both Speakeasy and his home.