Revenge is best when it's cold.

Pretty Devil

If you're evil, call me.

"You mistresses, be careful."

Since I was born, I can say that I have never met anyone who liked me like this before.

Alkaline Burning I don't know who would be kind enough to give her such an amazing name, but just the name alone is so cute and forgettable. She was a girl with dark brown hair that didn't stand out at all. Her personality almost blended with the classroom wallpaper.

The first time we started getting to know each other I was in a biological moment. The biological activity between us was something that had never been in my imagination before. At that time, every man seemed to be a hero in the frog-clearing war, but definitely not me. Alkaline walked over to the table I was sitting at. She held out her right hand to me. I guess it was a temporary alliance in a war that she didn't care about at all.

I took her hand and shook it ritually. At this time, she was chewing gum and looked very chill. One ear has a white earphone inserted. He tilted his head slightly, like a veteran who didn't care about the world knowing that scoring in class was just as important as the thought of wanting to blow the heads of every friend in the room.

While the frog was not dead, the girls all over the classroom were screaming. They all scrambled to escape death from the execution site. But definitely not the one on our table. He was so calm that I even had to be considerate of him.

Before I knew it, Alkaline had returned with a medium sized bucket of ice water. She had placed it on her chair. As I said Her skills as part of Warpaper meant that no one would pay any attention to her even though this tank was green. She was still chewing her favorite cherry gum and arranged the ice into wide holes. and looked up at me as if only a fool could be excited by a simple bucket of ice.

“If you don't mind,” she chewed on Bubblegum and spoke, her voice still charmingly high-pitched. She raised an eyebrow at the frog on the table. I could only spread my hands and shrug.

“Take what you like.”

At the sound of her voice, she grabbed the frog that looked so lonely and didn't know its fate and put it into a bucket of ice! Then, it completely covered its green body. I gasped, feeling stupid as I held the anesthetized cotton ball in my hand. She lifted up the electronic watch and clicked it to stop the time. I continued to stare at the ice bucket and mourn the fate of the frog inside.

“What?” I thought I should say something and that's all I did. At this moment, 'What?' seemed to make the most sense. After that, my head was completely empty. Many of the women in the room were still shouting at me, should I be complaining about what this Eni had just done in front of my eyes? Some couples had already reached the dissection stage, while others were just having a hard time gathering up the courage to catch the frog. I'm thinking

So how should I define this worldly thing where I put a frog in a bucket of ice?

“How do you write it???” I looked at her face. His voice was filled with dissatisfaction. and seriously tried to explain that we had to record what we did in a report (whoa) and instead of using anesthesia like everyone else did, we stuffed a frog into a bucket of ice instead. She rolled her eyes at me softly. “Just write,” then looked back at the clock.

“Uh, did you say knock a frog in an ice bucket???” She shrugged. It's as if this world is cruel. I really can't believe it. At that time, I did not understand even a shred of her soul and actions in both the conscious and subconscious parts.

When the watch beeped, she slowly scraped away the ice. Then he picked up the frog with his bare hands. I made an extremely wry face. The eggs I ate in the morning seemed to gather in my throat, ready to make me vomit at any moment.

I found a frog sprawled out in her hand like it was sunbathing on a beach in Miami, only it was green. And the cold ice coated the oily surface, making it look disgustingly wet. It was as if ice cream was served with frogs as a side dish. When I pictured chocolate pouring on the frogs, I had to quickly put my hand over my mouth!

She looked extremely pleased with the frozen frog and placed it on the operating table. She handed me a knife. Now her face was pale and ready to vomit at any second. She saw that and immediately rolled her eyes and began to cut her open. She separated its arms and legs. Fixed with more than 4 pins. body on each side and easily put the knife on its stomach

Everything looks very beautiful. Skillfully separating the insides of the liver, kidneys, intestines, and belly. It was as if she had cut open more than a hundred frogs.

“Look,” she said, turning to me to look at the corpse of a Miami frog that looked like it had been murdered by a psychotic killer with sparkling eyes as I recorded. I saw the frog's heart slowly beating. And began to dance in a magnificent way! It couldn't move because of the 4 pins that she had intended to pin in the first place.

“That's why we knock him down with ice.”

I looked at her face, which was now stained with a proud smile. Who knew that Evor Paper could be this crazy? I don't know whether to scold or praise, because I admit that her idea is more brilliant than the other groups who are just now taking a hammer and hitting the frog's head because they can't catch it.

“Indescribable psychosis,” I said sincerely and wrinkled my lips, not knowing whether she would take it as a curse or a praise.

“Thank you.” She seemed to think it was a compliment. She took pictures so that we could include them in the report tomorrow. I was glad when the teacher arrived. The frog is dead. Otherwise, I don't know how to explain it.

“How did you know it could do this?” I asked. She held her iPhone in the pose, ready to take a photo, and replied as usual. “Well, I tried every kind and this one is the best.”

My mouth dropped open. I had no idea how many frogs she had killed. I was amazed at Alkaline. But part of my soul secretly cursed her to go to hell.

That was the first memory of me and Alkaline Burning.

Today, I look forward to my only celebrity being at the morning cafeteria like I have been for a year. But the alkaline that was there every day has changed. Until my instincts flared up, she put the bag down on the chair next to me. before dropping down opposite me

Everything that Alkaline had taught me was clearly stated on the main page: In this situation, I should keep my mouth shut and be as quiet as possible. I picked up Twilight Volume 1 and read it silently. Even though it made me look like a transvestite, it gave me something to talk to her about. (Even though she finished reading it a long time ago

And the movie came out until Kristen and Robert broke up a long time ago.)

She used the corner of her eyes to look at me. She almost immediately averted her eyes because she was accused of pretending to read a book.

“I should feel sorry for Stephanie. So you came to read her book?” she asked mockingly.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. OK Celebrity Whatever you say, whatever. But I want to find something to talk to her about. And the long story These 5 books seem like a good choice. After all, she watches this movie every week.

“How long have you spent reading Volume 1?” she asked. The tone wrinkled. I raised my eyebrows and lowered the book.

“35 days and… 9 hours if you count when I sleep,” I said. His mouth wrinkled at her proudly. For a man with his hands full, 1 month is a very good record for him not burning Twilight the more you read about it. The more I understand why Robert Pattinson hates this novel so much.

“Eight hours, B. You went to bed at midnight because you were watching porn,” she scolded with the best of her knowledge. Before picking up the cherry juice that I bought to give to celebrity moms almost every morning, but today it's all gone. What she held turned out to be orange juice instead.

“It was exposed to kryptonite radiation,” I explained, nodding as to why it had turned into orange juice. and with the addition of wrinkling the mouth Victory, darling. Nothing can fulfill all your wishes. Alkaline stared at my face. and grudgingly sucked up the orange juice

It's lunchtime. After an hour of alternative rock history had peaked Alkaline's mood, I plucked up the courage to ask as she brought the lunch tray to the table.

“Okay, celebrity, what are you upset about this morning?” I said, secretly grabbing the tray in case she snatched it away to another table or tried to smack it in my face.

Before Alkaline could answer, there was an Asian girl with long black hair. But he has tan skin because his father is African. Thin body A tall, slender man came and stole a big kiss on her cheek.

“Muff! What do you say, Rak?” Su Lin's prominent African American accent sounded. Yet another person who was crazy enough to want to be friends with Alkaline sat down in the chair next to my celebrity.

“Just as trendy as ever.” She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. Teasingly, he opened his eyes. The only lunch she brought was a kebab and a can of Pepsi.

"What's all this steak?" Royal Depp, a blond-haired guy, wears a hoodie, and is nerdy to the point of being out of place. His fragile figure walked with his hands spread out in response to the injustice he had received when he discovered that his favorite steak was gone.

“Can't help it, today the Jackass have a dress rehearsal,” Su Lin said, referring to our school's famous American Football Club every time they have a dress rehearsal to prepare for a major provincial league. It will be a disaster for the cafeteria, many of us will miss out on our favorite menu items. That included the kebab Su Lin held up and salad for Royal to see. In defeat, he shrugged.

Dissatisfied with the big guys using only strength. and sat down in the chair next to me

“So, what are you doing?” Mr. Golden Head said as he unwrapped the last remaining cold fish hamburger wrapper. Su Lin looked at Alkaline. before turning to look behind Her eyes traveled as far as the 12th grade seniors' seats.

I followed and looked back at Alkaline, her eyes fixed on someone at the table. The eyes were strangely focused, but it didn't help me know anything more.

“Gina Spinner,” Su Lin said. It seems like she has become a representative who does all the talking for celebrities. I don't know why, but Alkaline seems like she has absolutely no say in this matter.

I immediately focused on Gina. She was a beautiful 12th grade girl with luscious reddish-brown hair. With a voluptuous figure like Jennifer in the movie Beautiful, Hot, Bite, Horror, today she wore light pink lipstick. With her hair unintentionally curled, the small shirt showing off the waistline that matched the dark jeans, contrasting with her tanned white skin, all the guys would fall at her feet.

“Okay, if you could make me some steak right now.” But Roy seemed to be the only man who actually looked at her as something to eat in terms of food. Royal's words seemed to please Alkaline so much that she smiled at her blonde nerd father. I still can't keep up. Still don't understand what happened. Royal doesn't seem to understand anything. But this guy doesn't care until someone says it directly.

“Can your thighs work? Roy,” the celeb suddenly opened his mouth to speak. That statement didn't sound like a question at all. I turned to look at her face, her eyes shining brightly. There was sincerity hidden beneath the teasing tone.

“One side would be great.” Royal wrinkled his lips and frowned. He looked completely disgusted at the fish burger but had to eat it for the sake of his empty and lonely stomach. Obviously, he was extremely angry at missing out on steak today.

I still didn't understand what she was thinking, but her eyes looked at the 12th graders' table.

It was like she was looking at the frog on the table that day.

1 year later

After finishing the exam, we sat down to celebrate at the Pink Beef and Chips restaurant. Roy ate a giant medium size steak to his heart's content. Su Lin had a medium size Hawaiian pizza. The edges are thin and crispy, just the way she likes it. I'm okay with the regular seafood drunkard spaghetti like the villagers in the Gorge. As for Alkaline, I order the rare, juicy steak topped with honey.

There were 4 of us sitting at a table at the end of Pink's restaurant. In the afternoon, there weren't too many people, which was good.

Su Lin raised the half-empty glass of Pepsi first, followed by the rest of us.

“To the pig-eating final exam,” she said and downed the whole glass of Pepsi into her mouth, making a loud gasp as if it were a forbidden drink.

“Yay ​​Jackass to the biggest medium steak I've wanted to eat in a long time!” With that, he took a sip of Pepsi. before turning to look at me and Alkaline as if this was a ritual that had to be said one at a time. When I was closest to Roy And the ceremony seemed to circle to the left, so I chose to speak in the third person.

“To Grade 12, old age, and applying for university admissions,” I shrugged. It was true. We were about to move up in class and worries about university were overwhelming me. But since almost all the people at the table were elites, they were naturally unfazed.

I took a sip of Pepsi and everyone turned to look at Alkaline today. She had her brown hair pulled back into a single ponytail. Clearly revealing her facial features, she looked satisfied, satisfied, and pleased, as if I had never seen her like this before.

“To Gina Spinner's arms and legs,” she smiled and downed her glass. Only her glass was a sweet cherry-flavored drink.

Everyone looked very normal except me. As for Roy, he doesn't seem to be indifferent. Except if it bothers his steak.

I know that a few weeks ago Gina Spinner was hit by a car while she was at a grade school graduation party. 12 Late that night, the accident was so serious that Gina had to have both her legs and one arm amputated. This was the most heartbreaking incident of the year when the school issued an official statement expressing its condolences and support for the students.

However, I don't understand why Alkaline has to drink a toast to Gina. She doesn't seem to have anything to hold grudges against Gina at all.

“I've been wearing the same bra and the same panties for over 10 years, sometimes only buying one or two because they're so expensive,” she began. I still don't understand why she would bring up the issue of bras.

“I hope your breasts and baby are doing well,” Royal said. You must be really worried. Even though it didn't seem funny, Alkaline still laughed. She ordered more water from the waiter and then continued.

“I have been saving for 6 years since I found out I got here. Because I want to help my father save as much money as I can, believe it or not. I get money to go to school, no different from what middle school students get.” The waiter brought water to serve. It was still the same cherry-flavored drink she liked when she first ordered it.

“I have been taking the bus to study for the past 6 years, whether it was hot, cold, raining, or 10 inches of snow.” Su Lin nodded and looked at his best friend's face with the utmost understanding.

“And then one day,” Alkaline looked at us. She gently ran her fork over the steak in circles.

“I just found out that there was a woman who got new underwear. Nearly a thousand each She has a nice car to drive to school every day and gets a lot of money to use, which can be withdrawn anytime, anywhere.” She increased the weight of the fork, causing drag marks on the steak.

“That person is the mistress my father is raising.”

The entire table was stunned, only Su Lin looked down. Royal stopped eating and turned to look at her best friend sincerely. I didn't expect that she had to go through something this terrible in the past.

“He sent pictures of him having sex with my father to my mother on Facebook, taken through a mirror on the ceiling. Spreading her legs in an indescribably vicious way. You beasts.”

“It was said to my face that my father would have a child with him and would marry him. He does everything to let me know that daddy loves him more than me and mommy, oh shit.”

“It's between you and dad, but it seems like dad still loves him madly. Bought a car for him to drive even though I had been willing to take the bus to study for 6 years in order to give my father money to use, but he gave it to that bastard. And his mother and younger brother still asked for money from his father. Father agreed to give almost everything to him. even underwear

Dad hasn't bought it for me yet."

She stopped talking. I noticed that the steak was now almost imperceptibly messy. She looked down at the steak and then looked up at us, one by one.

“The voice in my head said, This bitch must die. It only has to die. I will have to kill it.”

“But…” She raised her index finger while holding the fork. As if spelling everyone to listen carefully to her.

“I thought, oh...death is too easy... It would be better if I made it worse.”

I stopped breathing without realizing it. Royal's mouth was already open. As for Su Lin, he smiled coldly.

“Amputated arms, legs amputated, it makes it difficult for them to work. Doing it that way is much more satisfying, right?”

Alkaline quickly plunged her fork into the steak, it stood out like a monument to the promise she had just made.

“So I started planning for the past year.”

“So... what time do I have to start taking care of that thing? Who do I have to hire to take care of it? And which police officer must be the first to find him?”

She nodded before slowly cutting into pieces of steak, piece by piece.

“Then that policeman would have to take him to a hospital, which hospital. There was a doctor on night duty that I was willing to sleep with in exchange for the doctor deciding that the wound was beyond repair and had to amputate both his arms and legs.”

She smiled and put a piece of meat into her mouth with her hand, biting her lip before slowly chewing.

“I know.”

The atmosphere instantly softened and I could breathe again. Even though she said she was joking, the look in her eyes that were like that from back then was clearer than anything.

Even so, I would like it to be just the breath that enters my left ear and passes through my right ear. Whether it's true or not, I won't dig up or search for anything.

Because no matter what, for me, she is still my favorite celebrity.