After this visit, Callan did not go to Ireland again for a whole month.

She said she was busy with her studies and there were many things she couldn't keep up with, and she wanted to spend more time on it. If she didn't go, Siouville had no reason to go. Every time Mrs. Nashley called, he could only refuse.

The calm days lasted until mid-term.

One day during self-study, Karan entered the classroom from the back door and heard two boys in the front row discussing the "March Against the Fourth Amendment."

The Fourth Amendment is a bill that deprives black-haired people of their right to education.

Many people feel that the Fourth Amendment is just an introduction. Soon, "education" will fall into the hands of the elite, and it will be difficult for students like them from ordinary backgrounds to get ahead. Opposition on campus is fierce, and students are also prone to sexual harassment.

-Fan, they should be discussing such activities.

"Should we invite the new guy?"

Karan didn't want to eavesdrop, but she felt like the other person was talking about her.

"Which one? The one who took a leave of absence?"

"Yeah, she doesn't look like a noble. Maybe she will support us."

"But she never talks about this. In the last lab class, I told her how open and diverse the Republic is, and she said isn't there a Ku Klux Klan there? Don't you think she's a bit..."

"pessimistic?"

"It's none of my business." Another classmate corrected, "However, I think we can ask her. At least she doesn't seem like a villain who would complain."

Sure enough, Karan received an invitation letter that night.

She deleted the letter directly.

There was no way she was going to the anti-amendment march.

The bodyguard next door kept an eye on her so hard that if Siouvel got wind of her, he would strangle her to death.

But the next day, her unwilling classmates blocked her at the door of the laboratory bathroom.

"Did you check your mailbox?" he asked.

"Sorry, I've been a little busy recently and rarely check emails..." Karan's voice was muffled under the mask.

The classmate looked around and saw no one else: "Then let me tell you straight! Over the weekend, our club organized an activity against the Fourth Amendment. Do you want to participate?"

"I have plans for the weekend, sorry." Karan refused calmly.

The classmate still refused to give up: "Wait a minute, if you are temporarily free, you can still contact me!"

He gave Karan a business card.

It says "The Society of Babel", Constance Snow.

"Snow..." Karan's eyes were fixed on this last name.

She looked at this classmate again.

He has a boyish cheerfulness on his face, curly brown hair, and is dressed in a low-key and elegant manner under a white coat. In terms of appearance, he should be very handsome and outstanding among boys of his age. But Karan often looks at Siovel's face at close range.

, so I don’t have any sense of “handsomeness” in the ordinary sense.

"Snow." The classmate stretched out his hand, wanting to shake it.

Karan avoided it.

"Sorry... you'd better find someone else."

She left in a hurry.

After returning from class that day, Karan carefully checked Constance Snow again.

Some time ago, the second episode of Empire Radio's phenomenal documentary "Under the Scenery" that exposed the lives of upper-class aristocrats was about the Snow family. Karan had watched it several times and had no memory of Snow White having such a child. Snow White had a son and a son.

The daughter is older and currently works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; the son is studying at the Imperial University of Political Science and Law, and may join the internal affairs department after graduation. These two are obviously not Constance Snow, who is studying medicine.

But there is no second Snow family in the entire empire.

It's as if there isn't another Theovir family, they are all unique.

If it was an illegitimate child, he wouldn't bear Snow's surname.
Chapter completed!