Fanli found it strange that Xinghai had known immediately that she’d taken the medicine. Only after asking did she learn that he had gone to her house that morning and, failing to find her, grew worried. He asked Dangdang, who told him Fanli had left early looking heavy-hearted. He knew then that she must be doing something reckless and had raced to the black market to find her. In the end, he had still been one step too late.
After a long, exhausting day, Fanli returned home. She wanted nothing more than to collapse onto her bed and sleep, but she tossed and turned, unable to find rest. She suddenly remembered the conflict between Xinghai and the boys in her class and got up to flip through her notebook, looking at the phrases they had used to insult him.
Because the word "cloaca" in her mental dictionary only carried its literal biological meaning, she pulled out a physical paper dictionary to look it up. It was a broad term used in biology, arcanum, metallurgy, and architecture. One of the definitions listed was "profanity."
Still not quite understanding, she ran next door to ask Dangdang what a "cloaca" was.
Dangdang stared at her for a moment, then let out a sudden "pfft," blasting a jet of water directly into Fanli’s face. Even though she knew they were underwater and no shield would help, Fanli instinctively closed her eyes and wiped her cheek. "Is that what it means? You can spray water?"
Hearing this, Dangdang hit her with an even stronger jet of water.
Fanli wiped her face again, offering a polite but awkward smile. "Great explanation. Full marks for Sea Language; I completely understand what you mean now."
"Lord of the Deep Blue!! My dear Fanli!! Should I call you too innocent or too lewd?!" Dangdang slapped her forehead. "You read so many books, yet you don't even know what a... cloaca... means?"
When she said "cloaca," her voice dropped and she slowed down, like a child who had done something wrong, before her volume suddenly spiked again.
"If I knew, would I need you to explain it?"
"It’s a girl’s... *that*... Argh, how could you not know? Are you some lost noble living among commoners? Have you never heard anyone swear in your life?"
Fanli recalled the insults they had hurled at each other and immediately understood the meaning of "bait cloaca." It seemed that "bait" referred to her... Her face flushed, turning red and white in turns.
The boys in her class had such filthy mouths! Who said Hunter Tribe men were afraid of girls? Their insults followed a specific formula.
After a moment of internal, shameful grumbling, she continued her studious inquiry. "Then, what does 'single-clasper shark man' mean?"
"It’s literal. It’s usually used to insult mixed-bloods. Because they’re mixed, there’s a chance they’re born with only one of... those things."
"And 'bald bean-sprout clasper'?"
"That’s usually an insult Hunters use against other males of their own kind. It means his thing is as small as a bean sprout and lacks barbs."
"Then... 'one-third of a brain that only smells bait cloacas'?"
"That one is specifically for the Blue Shark genus. Their sense of smell is incredibly sensitive; a third of their brain is dedicated to processing scents. Their left and right nostrils can distinguish dozens of different smells simultaneously... It basically means a Blue Shark male is low-class, wasting his olfactory talents just to mate with an Ocean Tribe girl..." At this point, Dangdang snapped her head up, looking at Fanli in horror. "Did you mate with Xinghai?!"
This time, it was Fanli’s turn to spray water in Dangdang’s face.
"NO!!!"
"That was definitely an insult aimed at Xinghai! He’s a mixed-blood, and part Blue Shark. Don’t try to deny it! I’ve heard plenty of gossip about you two lately. Don’t hide it! Besides, keeping secrets from me means we aren't sisters anymore!"
"W-what gossip?"
"They say he offended Kemo for your sake and is now being bullied by every guy in school! You two are famous now—right up there with Miss Bubble and Bukko Ni! Don’t even try to explain!"
Now, Fanli no longer doubted her feelings for Xinghai. She liked him and wanted him to be her first boyfriend. However, if they made it official now, they would only fall deeper. If she failed the transition and turned into a pile of bones, she would be gone, but Xinghai would suffer a thousand times more than if they had remained just friends. She couldn't be that selfish. If they were truly to be together, it had to wait until she was certain she would survive.
"It’s true, but we have a pure friendship. We haven't even... held hands..." She wanted to say they hadn't touched hands, but they had; she wanted to say they hadn't hugged, but they had on the island and at school. After thinking for a long time, she could only say, "We’re just classmates who get along well. It’s not like the rumors."
"Really?" Dangdang squinted at her. "Don’t lie to me. Lots of Ocean Tribe girls like to pretend. They say Hunters are from a different world, but they almost all have some 'unspeakable past' with a Hunter boy."
Fanli raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to say you have an unspeakable past with that Orca uncle?"
"You bet I do." Dangdang puffed out her chest. "Impressive, right?"
Fanli gave her a thumbs up. "Impressive indeed..."
Encouraged, Dangdang cupped her face happily. "Bern is over four hundred years old. I just like older men. But don't you dare tell him I get beaten up at school. I don't want him to think I'm useless."
"Mhm."
"By the way, don't you plan on getting a boyfriend? Isn't Xinghai pretty great?"
Clearly, Dangdang had caught the sickness common to all girls in love—once they were in a relationship, they wanted all their friends to be in one too. But seeing Fanli’s raised eyebrow and the look she gave her—as if she were looking at an idiot—Dangdang quickly covered her mouth. However, recalling the moments spent with her boyfriend, Dangdang melted into her chair with a blissful sigh, looking as if she were drunk.
"It seems your boyfriend serves you well," Fanli said seriously.
She didn't understand why, but despite her straight-faced delivery, Dangdang interpreted it in a completely different way.
"Of course he serves me well." Dangdang hugged her arms, shrinking her neck and closing her eyes as if savoring a memory. After a long while, she said, "Actually, I don't like the Shark Tribe much, mostly because of the barbs. I don't get why they’re so proud of them. Orca men are better—big and no barbs. You should get one."
"..." Fanli felt the topic had become too intense. She didn't know how to respond, but curiosity got the better of her, so she just kept giving a thumbs up. "Truly impressive. I’m convinced."
After talking with Dangdang, Fanli looked up the word "clasper." This time, the concept was clear; it was exactly what she thought. Furthermore, male sharks usually had two claspers. During mating, the claspers would converge and enter the cloaca. The claspers had barbs to hook onto the female, making it easier to "unload the cargo."
Seeing this, her entire face wrinkled in a grimace. What kind of violent race was this? Just thinking about it was painful...
And Xinghai said he only wanted to marry a cute wife. The problem was, what gentle woman could endure such a terrifying method of reproduction?
Forget it. A shark without dreams is no different from a salted fish.
But at the thought that she was the "ideal marriage partner" he spoke of, Fanli couldn't help but shudder.
Fortunately, she might become a Hunter herself in the future. That way, she might be able to adapt to Xinghai a bit... *Argh!* What was she thinking? This line of thought was way out of bounds.
***
In the early hours of the morning, Fanli had a long, chaotic dream.
The dream was split into two parts. In the first half, an old man with white hair held an arcane formula in one hand, explaining to her what an embarrassing situation this was in the history of arcanum. The first set of formulas was called the Boli Formula, which only worked in the microscopic short-wave range. The second was the Lyne Formula, which only worked in the macroscopic long-wave range. Moreover, the origins derived from these two formulas were worlds apart. This self-contradictory theory was the reason many technologies in the Light Sea had stagnated.
Both formulas were suffocatingly complex, yet in the dream, Fanli understood them instantly. She quickly used arcanum to transform, simplify, and expand them, eventually merging them into a new, grand formula.
During this process, a look of astonishment appeared in the old man’s eyes. "It can be calculated this way?"
"Arcanum is inherently contradictory. Micro-particles even more so," Fanli said calmly to the old man, without sparing the formula another glance.
In the second half of the dream, a man had his hands braced on either side of her body. His breathing was fast and ragged, as if he were consumed by uncontrollable rage. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears and her voice choked. "If you want me to be your trophy, fine. But I won't enter your harem. I’ll give my first time to you, and consider it an offering to the Light Sea."
Because the second dream was so heart-wrenching, she was soon jolted awake by the intensity of the feeling, missing the chance to see the man’s face. But she knew clearly that her feelings for the man in the dream were a mix of love and hate—he was definitely more than just a "trophy."
Even more miraculous was that the formula hadn't vanished from her memory. The logic seemed sound; it wasn't something she had just made up in the dream. However, a sudden, splitting headache struck her. The pain was so intense that she immediately forgot about studying the dream and remembered that she had been bedridden all the previous day and had forgotten to take the medicine Su Yie had prescribed.
She scrambled out of bed to check the medicine cabinet. Before taking it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked slightly unfamiliar, though the changes were so subtle she couldn't pinpoint them. As expected, just as Su Yie had said, this was transformation medicine. She quickly placed a drop of the medicine in her throat.
Five minutes later, the pain vanished. She let out a long sigh, rubbing her head as she tried to recall the dream. But she remembered nothing—not the man’s appearance, nor even the old man’s face.
How could this be?
How could such detailed content be forgotten in a second?
She rolled out of bed, found her Arcanum textbook, opened it, and took a deep breath—this had become a reflex every time she studied arcanum, as reading just a few lines usually caused physical discomfort.
But this time, she speed-read several pages without any ill effects. Furthermore, her reading speed for *First-Level Arcanum* was at least 50% faster than for other subjects. In less than five minutes, combining the text with what the professors had said in class, she quickly decomposed seven formulas. Following the book's prompts, she gathered a small amount of power in her palm.
Seeing the arcane light glowing softly in her hand, she was both shocked and delighted.
What... was happening?
She had always believed that her body’s inability to learn arcanum was Su Yie’s doing, because he didn't want her to find a way to swap souls. Now, perhaps because her genes had been modified, the suppression Su Yie had placed—whether through arcanum or potions—had partially failed.
Did this mean one thing: if she could research the soul-swapping method within three months, the risk of drinking "Styx Heart No. 3" could be borne by the Su Yie who returned to this body?
"Hahaha!!" Fanli burst out laughing.
A moment later, Dangdang irritably pushed open the door, her eyes bleary with sleep. "Fanli, what are you doing? Laughing like a maniac in the middle of the night... Uh, are you reading? Why aren't the lights on?"
Only then did Fanli realize it was the middle of the night and she had been reading in total darkness. Moreover, she could see everything in the room with perfect clarity.
The night vision of the Hunter Tribe—she had that now, too.
"Oh, it’s nothing." She closed the book. "I was just checking if the paper... was intact."
Dangdang gave her a "you're weird" look, yawned, and went back to her room to rest.
***
The next day at class, she found a bouquet of seaweed on her desk, the base tied with a starfish knot. This was a specially cultivated gift-grade seaweed, with pale gold brown algae as the base, mixed with agarweed and dulse. The colors were much brighter than wild seaweed. The fronds were arranged in fluffy, layered tiers, with several ribbon-like branches trailing down, swaying gently in the water.
A card was tucked into the bouquet, with only the words "A return gift of friendship" written on it, unsigned.
There was only one person here who would send her seaweed. Although she had emphasized that her gift of candy yesterday was for friendship, and Xinghai’s return gift also emphasized friendship, she still felt a bit embarrassed—an embarrassment mixed with a small, secret joy.
But even so, everyone else knew who had sent it. Picking up the bouquet, Fanli heard classmates laughing behind her:
"That friendship must be pretty deep. Most people wouldn't understand."
"This Xinghai really has a death wish. Kemo told him to stay away from her, so he gets even closer. He’s been beaten to a pulp, yet he still has the heart to send seaweed."
Fanli felt helpless for a moment. She looked up and said, "Does this have anything to do with you?"
But the students avoided her like the plague. Only one girl, who had previously had a crush on Xinghai, whispered, "Mixed-bloods already have an awkward status. You, it’s fine if you offend people yourself, but you’re going to get Xinghai killed." After saying that, she sullenly returned to her seat.
Fanli clenched her fists, telling herself to endure, not to lash out. Her hard work was only just beginning.
***
A month later, on Bukko Day, the Life Arcanum lecture ended forty minutes earlier than usual.
Fanli went to the library to renew her textbooks and then headed straight to the seminar classroom. In the back of the room, Teacher Yinbeier and two Ocean Tribe female students were chatting. Fanli nodded to them and sat in the corner of the front row, quietly reading.
The two students were from the Arts Department, dressed flamboyantly with starfish and bright seaweed in their hair, just like Dangdang. They spoke at a volume they thought no Ocean Tribe could hear, unaware that Fanli caught every word.
"Is that girl in the front from the First-Level Arcanum department?"
"The next class is Teacher Yin’s; she must be."
"Scary. I don't know what these Ocean Tribe girls are thinking, choosing First-Level Arcanum. They go to Holy Yejana, and then what? Compete with the mass-produced descendants of the Sea God?"
Yinbeier interrupted, "That girl’s grades are excellent. She was the top scorer in our academy’s entrance exam this year. Even without innate arcane energy, she’ll make a name for herself in theory. She has her own pursuits; let’s be understanding."
The girl with long hair said in surprise, "That’s Fanli? The one being isolated by Lina lately?"
"Yes."
"Poor girl," the girl with shorter hair said. "Because she offended Lina, she’s been abandoned by everyone. Except for a mixed-blood boy, none of her friends will play with her... By the way, she was the one dancing with Professor Bukko at Miss Bubble’s wedding, right?"
"Mhm..." Yinbeier gave a gentle smile. "Yes."
The two girls exchanged a look, both showing complex expressions. After a while, the long-haired girl shrugged and changed the subject. "Well, it doesn't matter. Everyone knows Professor Bukko likes Teacher Yin. And it’s strange—both are Ocean Tribe beauties dating men from the Bukko clan, but Teacher Yin receives so many blessings, while Miss Bubble is treated like a street rat. Is it because Miss Bubble’s family was short on money before the wedding, so everyone thinks their marriage was more like a transaction?"
Hearing this, Fanli’s ear fins stood up. Miss Bubble’s family was short on money? Wasn't Miss Bubble from a wealthy background, a rich second-generation?
The short-haired girl laughed. "Why do you have to make it so complicated? Isn't it just because of the guy's looks?"
"Huh? What do looks have to do with it?"
"Teacher Yin said that even if Professor Bukko were Ocean Tribe, she’d still feel lucky. I believe her. Because if Professor Bukko really were Ocean Tribe, I’d love him too. Love based solely on looks is true love. True love is always worth praising."
"Love based solely on looks is true love... Wow, that makes so much sense, I can't even argue." The long-haired girl cupped her face. "I’m so jealous of you, Teacher Yin. Professor Bukko only has eyes for you. Sigh, it’s a pity we won't see you anymore after you get married."
The short-haired girl shook her head. "I don't think so. Even though Professor Bukko is very attentive to Teacher Yin, I feel like he’s too used to being a playboy to settle down. Teacher Yin, no matter how much sincerity he shows in pursuing you, I still think you shouldn't give up your job. Keep a backup plan for yourself. If you really want to quit to focus on a relationship, I feel like you should pick someone else..."
"What are you talking about? Professor Bukko has clearly shown his affection. Why should Teacher Yin switch?" The long-haired girl raised her voice slightly as she brushed away a small fish swimming past. "You want the teacher to marry down? If it were you, could you refuse him?"
Neither of them was entirely wrong.
Ye Jia didn't care about bloodlines. He rarely dated Sea God Tribe women; in the past, his name had been linked mostly to Hunter Tribe diplomat queens, top-tier courtesans from the black market, and beautiful Ocean Tribe CEOs. He had declared he would never want children and was even willing to help the woman he loved raise hers. Plus, he wasn't an only son, and Bukkobalu had long since given up on "curing" him. So, between him and Yinbeier, the issue of offspring wasn't that important.
However, Ye Jia and Yinbeier had been in an ambiguous state for a long time without any result. Anyone could see that this had nothing to do with their backgrounds. The playboy simply couldn't settle his heart.
At Miss Bubble’s wedding, Ye Jia and Fanli’s dance had made them famous.
Fanli, immersed in the academic atmosphere of the Arcanum Department, hadn't noticed. But in the social circles of the Red Moon Sea and the gossip circles of Luoya University, the fact that Yinbeier—who should have been the one dancing with Ye Jia—had been snubbed was a hot topic.
Yinbeier acted as if nothing were wrong, remaining dignified and graceful, but in private, her heart had already shattered into pieces. She continued to interact with Ye Jia as before, until she heard another rumor about Fanli and Ye Jia on the Day of Bestowing Candy.
Ye Jia had never given candy to girls before. He said he wanted to be fair to all the women who loved him.
Devastated, Yinbeier went to ask Ye Jia if he was dating Fanli. She knew they weren't together, but the stinging question "Do you like Fanli?" seemed even harder to ask.
"Of course not," Ye Jia had said dismissively.
Although she got the answer she wanted, she read the impatience hidden deep within his calm eyes. Since the first day she had stepped onto the Luoya University campus, it was the first time she had seen such a look in his eyes.
But she felt it had nothing to do with Fanli. It had to do with the truth she was hiding from him.
Yinbeier had enough self-awareness to disappear completely from Ye Jia’s life. Every morning, she still smiled as before, but her eyes were always swollen. She felt that she and Ye Jia were completely finished.
But last night, Ye Jia had contacted her of his own accord and said:
"I told you long ago, I don't mind if the woman I love has children, nor do I mind raising them for her. And there’s one more thing I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again today: I am single. I am willing to take the woman I love as my wife, no matter who she is or what her past may be."
Holding her communicator, Yinbeier’s fingers trembled, her eyes filling with tears of excitement.
So, he had known all along.
The fact that she had been married and had a child with her ex-husband was something only she had been obsessing over.
She was so happy—so happy she couldn't help but share these little secrets with her two favorite students. After such a long ordeal, she finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She was thinking of resigning to get married and focus on her family.
But she hadn't expected these two girls to start arguing over it.
"What kind of confession is that? It’s just a subtle expression of liking. Professor Bukko didn't even explicitly say that Teacher Yin is the one he loves." The short-haired girl refused to back down, aggressively countering the long-haired girl. "Besides, a real proposal involves holding a marriage ring and curling one's tail to put it on the other person! So, I still think if she rashly resigns, Teacher Yin will get hurt!"
"Do you think everyone expresses their feelings like a grade-schooler? Just because it’s not a direct confession, she should switch? Stop talking like it’s easy. Answer me honestly one more time: if Professor Bukko pursued you like that, could you refuse?"
"Why couldn't she?"
The one who answered wasn't the short-haired girl, but Fanli sitting in the front row.
At first, their talk was grating but at least quiet. By the time they started arguing, their voices grew louder and louder, making it impossible to concentrate on studying. Fanli turned around and said flatly, "If you could, would you mind lowering your voices? Of course, it’s break time, and I shouldn't demand this of you. It’s just that I’d like to read."
"You’re saying you could refuse Bukko Ye Jia’s pursuit?" To emphasize her point, the long-haired girl used Ye Jia’s full name, her face full of mockery. "Oh, look, we have a girl here who’s gotten ahead of herself just because she danced with Professor Bukko once. Hahaha, that’s hilarious. But you can only date mixed-bloods, while Teacher Yin can marry well."
Faced with such a low-IQ provocation, Fanli usually didn't bother responding. She didn't take the bait and turned back to continue reading.
This dismissal from a top student made the long-haired girl feel humiliated. She clenched her fists, her mind racing for ten seconds before she failed to suppress her anger. "Struck a nerve, didn't I? Couldn't climb high enough for Kemo, so you settled for a mixed-blood. To have fallen this far and still have the nerve to say you could refuse Bukko Ye Jia."
The previous provocation had only seemed ridiculous to Fanli, but this one actually made her a bit angry.
What did she mean by "settled"?
These narrow-minded bastards with their racism, classism, and obsession with status!
What was Kemo anyway? In her mind, Xinghai was far superior to that muscle-brained idiot Kemo! Would Kemo insist on walking a girl home every day to protect her? Would Kemo faithfully desire to grow old with one woman? Did Kemo have Xinghai’s kindness and integrity? Was Kemo as handsome as Xinghai? She really wanted to speak her mind and shut this girl down. But she couldn't; it would bring trouble to Xinghai, and he might be attacked even more fiercely.
So, she temporarily tucked away her hostility and said mildly, "You have a point. Hmm... how does one find an especially noble boyfriend? I find it so difficult."
"Fanli, if your standards are too high, your love life will be very rough. Do you think having good grades means you can be with Bukko Ye Jia? No, no. First, you have to be beautiful. Second, know your place. Finally, have high emotional intelligence—be submissive to successful men, and whether it’s real or not, act like you love him deeply. Also, whether you study well or not is really useless. Men don't look at what's in your brain; they look at your face. You aren't bad-looking; stop being such a nerd and dress yourself up properly."
"Ah, I see. I don't want to apologize to Teacher Yinbeier; I only want to apologize to you." Fanli’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. "Since you say so, I assume you have an exceptionally high-status boyfriend? After all, you’re so beautiful, have high EQ, know your place, and your grades aren't good. Your boyfriend must be outstanding. Come, tell me how you 'harvested' him so I can learn."
The short-haired girl shot a quick glance at the long-haired girl, remembering that she had just broken up with a "simp," and stayed quiet.
The long-haired girl’s face turned bright red, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.
"I’m so jealous of you, being with such a high-status man. I can't help it—I’m not beautiful, my EQ is low, I don't know my place, I can't pretend to love someone, and my grades are too good. So, my only requirement is to find an Ocean Tribe boyfriend." Fanli shook her head helplessly. "After all, I am Ocean Tribe myself."
Every word she spoke was an invisible slap, stinging the long-haired girl repeatedly.
The short-haired girl’s gaze darted between the two of them, and she couldn't help but shudder. She had thought Fanli was just a cold, aloof overachiever, but she turned out to be a sharp-tongued one. Not someone to mess with...
Yinbeier also felt the immense awkwardness and quickly smiled to smooth things over. "Alright, you’re all just children. How many times have I told you not to be prejudiced? Xinghai is an excellent student; all the teachers like him. And I like Ye Jia simply because he is Ye Jia; it has nothing to do with whether his last name is Bukko. I’ve already told you, I’d prefer it if he were Ocean Tribe."
The short-haired girl followed up awkwardly, "As expected of Teacher Yinbeier, your values are so upright!"
After that, Fanli got the dead silence she had hoped for. Not long after, other students began to filter in, and the two girls got up to leave. As she passed Fanli’s desk, the long-haired girl hissed through gritted teeth, "You’re disgusting."
"I don't think you’re disgusting. I’m in a great mood." Fanli smiled at her book, not even looking up. "Because, this time next year, I’ll be in this place."
With that, she extended her index finger and gave it a twirl. A beam of light flew from her fingertip, scattering like stars falling into a tray in front of the podium. It settled and gradually traced out a three-dimensional, golden city.
There stood numerous architectural wonders of civilizations spanning tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of years: the Light Sea Temple, the Holy City’s Genesis Gate, the White Eagle Palace, the ruins of the Glass Legion Temple, the largest entrance to the Storm Well of the entire Light Sea, the Ancient Light Sea Library... They crisscrossed through the seawater like a DNA double helix, with countless advanced vessels from across the Light Sea weaving between them. As Fanli’s finger slowly turned, the city rotated in sync with her movement; she spread her five fingers, and the details of the city zoomed in, and in again, just like a digital map, until it stopped before a cluster of dark gold, enclosed buildings. This complex was integrated into Holy Yejana City, with streets entering it from all directions. On the prominent classical dome, two lines of large characters were written in Ancient Sea Language:
**Academy of Arcanum**
**University of Holy Yejana**
At this moment, not just the long-haired girl, but every student present was stunned.
Illusion Art was part of the Third-Level Arcanum curriculum. Most students could only manifest a fish or a book at first. To manifest a complex architectural illusion required the level of a professional Arcanist, plus a foundation in architecture. Furthermore, because illusions were projected through the caster’s mental visualization, to project an illusion of Holy Yejana, the person had to have memorized its detailed structure first.
What Fanli had manifested was exactly like a photograph from a memory-type machine, and it was a 3D rotatable version!
Was her brain structure even within the realm of a normal Sea Race?!
Yinbeier was also stunned. From what she knew of Ye Jia, he could manifest complex illusions, but he definitely didn't have such powerful memory and spatial visualization.
"If you can become a world-renowned Grand Arcanist," Fanli said with a light smile, continuing to casually move her finger, rotating the illusion of the Holy City as if playing with a toy, without needing to concentrate at all, "Sea God Tribes will be your assistants, Hunters will pilot your private vessels, and your Ocean Tribe friends will prosper because of you. By then, I suspect your desire to marry won't be as strong as it is now."
The long-haired girl’s face turned red and white, but she couldn't utter a single word.
"Study hard, girl." Fanli clenched her fist, and the illusion of the Holy City vanished.
A black-and-white striped eel catfish swam slowly by, passing through the space where the illusion had just been. It had five barbels around its mouth—two at the corners and three on its chin—and its eyes were round, looking remarkably like the students in the classroom.
***
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