The result of the first game is beyond doubt, the triple A student wins.

But unlike the overwhelming majority that the third graders had imagined in advance, they were not too far apart by votes, and even at first glance it seemed that they could catch up with a little more effort.

"Eh~" Qiu Zizhuo stared at the votes, stroked her chin, and smiled with interest, "It seems that our younger generation are not gentle and harmless little sheep, but a group of sharpened Hungry wolves who are eager to try their claws. Looking at them, they probably won’t let it go without taking a **** bite on us this time.”

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"Let's not talk about winning or losing, I just started to be a little curious, what will they do next."

Qiu Zizhuo looked at the repertoire on the competition panel, thoughtfully.

"The next play is not so good."

"Damn!"

The suffocating crash and the words of resentment arrived at the same time.

The eyes of the blond, blue-eyed boy seemed to be burning with flames, and that very beautiful face showed a somewhat unique color, like a rose with thorns, full of tempting Bright.

The sofa sinks a few centimeters, but the excellent resilient material takes a few seconds to return to its original shape.

At this moment, no one blamed him for attacking innocent items in the lounge, and no one cared about it.

Everyone here looks exactly like him, thinking the same thing.

"Although I had expected it, it was unavoidable that I felt dazzling when I really saw my failure."

Bu Yinian squinted and smiled as usual, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes: "It is the result of this kind of incompetence, which makes people feel a little annoying."

“…”

No one answered, and no one refuted.

Everyone stared at the numbers that were not much different in silence.

In fact, this is the case. Compared with encountering an opponent who cannot be defeated at all, the result that seems to be a small gap is the most uncomfortable.

If the third grade still showed the awe-inspiring and inviolable strong posture as before, they would not have too many thoughts about it except for a moment when they felt that they were not strong enough.

People will not attempt to challenge an opponent that cannot be defeated at all. Human beings have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

, to win everything.

It's like the person who originally thought that the perfect score in the test was out of reach, but finally got a result that was only a few points higher than himself.

The absolute high wall was broken, and the peeping outside the wall caught a glimpse of the castle that seemed to be climbed and occupied.

Although I understand that the outcome of the first game is a foregone conclusion, when I see with my own eyes that the number of votes that are not much different is not different from the cheers of the audience, the kind of "maybe you can win if you try harder" ” The madness is getting stronger.

Or simply put, it's called "unyielding".

I already know that I will lose, but I still don't want to accept my fate, I still want to win.

Because the opponent is not invincible, because the enemy is still a mortal, because the opponent still has flaws.

Instinct to seek victory clutters the brain, desire for reversal fills the heart, and the beliefs buried deep in the heart overflows the eyes.

"We can't lose any more." The black-haired boy's clear and firm voice ignited the spark and made a final decision, "The next game is to win."

"Win!"

The second game arrived as scheduled in such an atmosphere.

The screen showing the program slowly appeared a line of words, which was the name of the play - "The Fisherman and His Soul".

"I actually chose this script..." Xiang Ming couldn't help frowning, "What are they trying to do..."

Even if you are confused, you can only come to a conclusion after watching the stage performance.

In the deep night, the waves swayed one after another, causing the fisherman on the boat to sway, but could not shake his calm black eyes.

Undoubtedly, this is a warrior who is accustomed to the turbulent sea and knows when to attack.

"Crash", he threw the entangled fishing net in his hand firmly to the sea, the dense net like an open mouth, straight towards the vast sea.

Except for the small lights on the boat and the bright moonlight, it was dark all around. The fisherman was in no hurry, patiently waiting for the prey to be hooked, waiting for the moment when the net full of fruit was put up.

It didn't take long for him to notice the abnormality, he quickly folded the net surface, pulled up the net mouth, and used all his strength to pull it up.

"If I'm catching all the fish in the sea, I'm catching a stupid monster, or it must be a scary thing that a queen would be curious about.*" he scoffed, his hands growing With force, the blue veins straightened, and the expression became more and more tense.

Finally, when he seemed to be unable to hold on, the fishing net rose out of the water.

"I don't want it to be stone..."

The fisherman was sweating, gasping for breath to see, and was stunned.

There are no fish, no monsters, and no scary things in the fishing net, but there is a sleeping mermaid.

He has long jet black hair, long thick eyelashes, pearly white skin, ears like transparent shells. His tail was close to the sea at dusk, with brilliant and dull colors at the same time, entwined with white and round pearls. He was wearing a transparent platinum gauze, and under the touch of the moonlight, he looked like a gem that had just been taken out of a treasure box.

"It's beautiful..."

The fisherman stared at him blankly, before he remembered to take the mermaid away. He stretched out his hand to hug the mermaid, and the moment he touched the cold skin, the mermaid opened his eyes in fright, and his beautiful green eyes stared at him, unable to break free from the fisherman's bondage.

"Please let me go." The mermaid said, "I am the only child of the king, he is old and can't lose me again.*"

The fisherman pursed his lips and made a request: "Unless you agree, as long as I ask you to come and sing for me, I can let you go. Fish like to hear mermaid singing, I'll be able to fill my nets by then.*"

"Good."

The mermaid agreed to his request and swore, and the fisherman kept his promise and let go of him, watching him sink into the water, revealing his delicate upper body.

"Goodbye, I will look forward to the arrival of the next night." The fisherman smiled and said goodbye, and the mermaid turned and left.

As expected, every night after that, the fisherman would go out to sea and call for the mermaid, and the mermaid appeared on time and sang for him.

It was a wonderful and beautiful song.

He sings of the magnificent amber palace under the sea, the transparent emerald roof, the ground paved with pearls, the silver fish like birds, the coral swaying like branches, the roaring whale, the seabed Bewitching banshees, cuttlefish with long tentacles, and sings of boats carved from opal, mermaids playing harps, children playing by the sea, and mermaids reaching out to navigators in the foam.

When the mermaid sang, a group of fish came up to listen to the song, lingering and refusing to leave. Fishermen took the opportunity to drop their nets and load them back into their boats.

But it all ended, the mermaid was always reluctant to the fisherman to touch him or approach him, just like an ice sculpture, refusing the temperature of anyone touching.

"Why not let me touch you?" He didn't understand.

The mermaid looked at him quietly: "You are different from me, this is not the right distance to approach. We are different."

Fisherman didn't get more answers, but he was getting weirder day by day.

Schools of fish wandered beside the boat, he turned a blind eye;

He started to do nothing, just stared at the mermaid in a daze, listening to the moving song.

When the moonlight illuminated his obsessed eyes and covered him with a thin silver coat, he clearly felt the vibration of his heart.

"I'm in love with you, little mermaid." He said reverently to the mermaid, "Let me be your partner?"

The jewel-like mermaid shook her head: "You have a human soul, we can't love each other. Only if you are willing to give away the human soul can I love you.*"

"The soul can't be seen or touched, what's the use to me?" The fisherman did not hesitate, "I will send the soul away, and then become your partner, we will live together In the depths of the sea, go see the things you sing, do what you want, and never part."

The mermaid seemed moved and smiled.

"But what should I do?" The fisherman was anxious.

"I don't know." The black-haired mermaid calmly said, "The mermaid has no soul. Come to me when you find a way." After that, like the morning mist on the sea, he sank into the sea .

The next morning, the young fisherman rushed to the priest's house and asked him for help.

The handsome priest with blond hair and blue eyes listened to his troubles with a warm smile: "What do you want to ask?"

"Father, I fell in love with a merman." The fisherman poured out his troubles, "But my soul prevents us from loving each other, and I want to know how to send it away."

The priest's face suddenly dignified, he sighed: "Are you crazy or poisoned? The soul is the most important part of the world, nothing is more precious than the soul, it is more valuable than all the gold in the world. Losing your soul is an unforgivable sin, why would you do this for a mermaid. A mermaid has no soul, doesn't know good and evil, and can't go to heaven after death."

The fisherman couldn't understand these words, he was a little sad: "Father, you don't understand. I am willing to give up my soul for his beauty, and I am willing to give up heaven for his love."

"You go!" The priest was so angry that he drove him away, "You are hopeless together!" He slammed the door hard, but did not send his blessing.

The rejected fisherman bowed his head, left the priest's house, took to the street, and met a group of businessmen.

He tried to sell them his soul. The merchants laughed at him and said, "The soul is not worth a silver coin, what do we want it for?"

The fisherman who was rejected again sighed: "The priest said that the soul is more precious than anything, but it cannot be exchanged for a single silver coin from a merchant."

He no longer wanted to sell, but rushed to a cave in the strait. There lived a witch who knew a lot of witchcraft.

When the witch saw the fisherman, she casually put down what she was holding, and showed a clear and frivolous smile: "What do you want? Is the net full of fish? I have enough A reed flute that attracts schools of fish. Or a storm that brings treasure? A terrible storm I can call. Or the potion that makes anyone fall in love with you, or the poison that kills the enemy? But whatever it is, you have to pay cost."

"I want to throw away my soul," replied the fisherman.

The witch looked serious: "This is a terrible thing, but what can you do for me?"

"What do you want?"

"It's just a trivial thing." The witch smiled.

The fisherman accepted the condition and got a knife from the witch. The witch told him that by turning his back to the moon and cutting the shadow with a knife, he could drive the soul into the body and drive it away.

"Okay." The fisherman was a little surprised, but he quickly implemented the plan, and a soul that looked exactly like him was attached to the shadow.

"If you drive me away, give me a heart first. The world is cruel, bring me your heart.*" The soul said to him.

"If I give you my heart, what will I do to love my lover?" The fisherman rejected him.

"But please give me your heart, the world is cruel and I'm afraid.*"

"My heart belongs to the one I love and cannot be given to you."

"Then I can't love?*"

"I don't need you anymore, you go." The fisherman was indifferent and drove him away, "Don't let me see you again."

"We will see you again," said the soul firmly.

"I'm going to the sea, but you can't go to the depths of the sea with me."

"I come back once a year to call you, and you may need me.*"

"What will I need? Whatever you want." The young fisherman sneered and jumped into the water.

The mermaid came up to catch him and took him to the bottom of the sea.

"We can be together forever!" The fisherman hugged him happily, "I won't leave you."

The black-haired mermaid glanced at him and said softly, "That's up to you." The voice was so soft that it quickly melted into the foam, and no one could hear it.

A year later, the soul came to the shore and called the fisherman.

The fisherman appeared from the sea: "What do you want to say?"

The soul brought him closer, and then described what he had seen and heard in the past year, including those incredible sights and experiences in the East, and a special "mirror of wisdom".

But the fisherman smiled: "Love is more important than wisdom. He loves me, and I have something better than this."

"But there is nothing more precious than wisdom."

"Love is more precious." The fisherman turned and returned to the deep sea.

The soul left in dismay.

In the second year, the soul came to the sea again to call the fisherman. The fisherman appeared: "What do you want to do?"

The soul brought him closer, and began to talk about the experience of the year, such as the colorful culture and objects of the South, and a ring from the treasure house of the richest king.

"I hid that ring in a cave only a day away from here, as long as I return to your body, you will become the richest man in the world." The soul persuaded.

But the fisherman still laughed: "Love is better than wealth. He loves me, and I am rich enough."

"But there is nothing better than wealth."

"Love is better." The fisherman ignored him and turned away.

The soul went away dejected.

In the third year, the soul called the fisherman again.

This time he said that he saw a beautiful girl with a mask, dancing with her bare feet very beautiful.

"The city where she lives is only a day away."

"The little mermaid has no feet and can't dance." The fisherman thought, a little curious and a little hesitant, he said to himself, "It's only a day's journey, and then I can return to my lover's side .*"

He left the water, opened his arms, and received the soul.

The soul showed a creepy smile, like a shadow, and returned to him in an instant.

"Let's go." The soul urged him, "The gods in the sea are very jealous and will instruct all kinds of monsters.*"

The fisherman was urged away. They shuttled in the moonlight and came to the first city.

"Is it here?" asked the fisherman.

"No, but let's go in and see." The soul suggested.

They walked into the city and passed a jewelry store with a beautiful silver cup that looked very luxurious. The soul said to the fisherman, "Take the cup and hide it.*"

The fisherman did not know why, so he did. When they left in a hurry, he asked, "Why do you do that? That's not a good thing."

The soul answered: "Be quiet, be quiet."*

The next day they came to a city. The fisherman asked the soul if this was the city, and the soul said no, but still proposed to go in.

As they passed a street, they saw a child standing by. The soul asked the fisherman to beat the child, but the fisherman did not know why, so he did.

"Why do that?" After they left, the fisherman was a little angry.

The soul still does not answer: "Be quiet, be quiet."

On the third day, they came to another city. This is still not the city, they still come in and have a look.

The fisherman had to sit on the side of the street because he could not find a place to rest. At this time, a kind businessman helped him, and after inquiring about his plight, was willing to provide him with a place to rest.

But before dawn, the spirit woke him and said, "Go to the merchant's room, kill him, and take his gold. We need it."

The fisherman got up to do as he did, but accidentally woke the merchant.

The businessman was very angry and his eyes widened: "That's how you repay my kindness?"

According to the instructions of the soul, the fisherman knocked out the merchant, picked up the gold and ran away.

It was a long way from the city that he reddened his eyes, beat his chest, and questioned the soul: "Why do you do this?"

The soul avoids answering: "Be quiet, be quiet."

"No, I can't be silent, everything you make me do is disgusting, and you are disgusting. You must tell me why.*" Fisherman insisted.

"You didn't give me a heart when you drove me into the world. So I learned to do it, and loved it." The soul replied, calmly, "You should know. Don't bother me, don't bother yourself, don't worry. The world has no pain you don't want to inflict, and no joy you can't accept.*"

The fisherman was trembling with anger, he refused to join in with this filthy soul again, and picked up the knife to cut the shadow again.

But this time, he couldn't succeed. No matter how hard he tried, his soul still existed.

"A person's soul can only be driven away once, and if the soul comes back, it must be kept forever." The soul laughed, "This is a punishment and a reward."

The fisherman's face turned pale, and he shook his lips: "I will seal my mouth with a seal, and stop saying what you asked me to say, and tie my hands with ropes, and stop doing what you asked me to do. I'm going back to where my lover is and tell him all this."

"You want to go back?" The soul is incredible, "What good is he? There are too many beautiful people in this world, and you can't be with him forever, you already have The soul is gone." The soul began to persuade the fisherman with seductive words, hoping that he would go to the world with himself and have fun.

But the fisherman ignored it and returned to the sea, wanting to call the mermaid.

This time, the mermaid did not appear.

No matter how he called, when he called, the mermaid who promised him, his lover, never appeared again.

The fisherman lives by the sea, does not listen to the slander that the soul instills every day, concentrates on waiting for the merman, looking for the merman.

Two years later, the soul finally gave up, he sighed: "I seduce you with evil and goodness, but your love is stronger than mine, I lost, I will not seduce you again, please let me I enter your heart and become one with you as before."

The Fisherman agreed to it. But the soul then complained: "I can't get in! Your heart is wrapped in love, and there is no room."

While they were talking, there was a noise outside, and there was a wailing from the sea, as if they were paying homage to someone who died.

He jumped up and hurried to the beach. The rolling waves dragged a figure, as if protecting a gem, and carefully placed the thing on the seashore and came to the fisherman's feet.

It was a merman with closed eyes. He has beautiful black hair, fair pearl skin, long moist eyelashes, and turquoise eyes.

But the fisherman knew that those eyes would not open again.

He shivered, knelt beside the mermaid, hugged him with shaking hands, touched his cold forehead with pale lips, and tried to warm him with his body.

The bitter taste mixed with the sea water sank in the bottom of my heart, and the painful fragments flowed out.

The huge waves hit from a distance, engulfing everything, and the mourning sound from the bottom of the sea was still echoing.

Me, let me go to another world."

The fisherman ignored it, he whispered to the mermaid: "Love is better than wisdom, more precious than wealth, more beautiful than anything. I should not leave you, even if I go so far, your Love is still with me."

"I'm here to fulfill my promise, I'll be with you forever, even if it's an unreachable hell, please wait for me."

He hugged the merman, smiled, and was drowned by the huge waves.

When this love reaches its peak and cracks open, the soul finally finds the entrance and becomes one with him as before.

Only the priest found all this on the coast in the morning.

He was angry, silent, and finally buried the two with a sigh.

The waves are roaring and witness it all.

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This story is adapted from Wilde's story, the * part is a quote.