2013, spring.

35 degrees north latitude, Mediterranean Sea, Republic of Malta.

The Republic of Malta is one of the smallest countries in the world. Its area is so small that it is not qualified to be a unit for measuring the size of other countries. It is only one-twentieth of Tongliao.

However, such a Mediterranean island country with a sparse existence has a mythical and dreamy college.

Golden Iris Academy, this academy only trains one kind of students - brides.

"name?"

The young woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses asked, looking like a beautiful but mean dean.

"Xi Ziyue."

"What grade are you in, and how long will it take until you complete your credits?"

"Second year, at my current pace of earning credits, it will probably take another three years."

"Three years? At your current learning rate? That means you have to stay for four full years to become an excellent and qualified bride?"

The dean was stunned and his blood pressure surged a little.

The purpose of Golden Iris Academy is to cultivate excellent brides, but its purpose is not to cultivate maid-style brides, but to cultivate queen-style brides.

The girls who are qualified to enter the practice here are all from prominent backgrounds and work hard, but now a trainee bride appears and seriously says that it will take another three years. This... little girl, what are you doing?

Coming in?

"If I don't get deducted credits, I can actually finish it next winter." Xi Ziyue continued to maintain a calm tone.

"Oh? Next winter?" The dean's blood pressure suddenly dropped, and she suddenly felt that this little girl could still be saved.

"But what do you mean when you say no credits will be deducted? Have you ever committed anything serious?"

"Pour the chopped durian into the students' mouths." Xi Ziyue thought for a moment and said it anyway, her voice sounding like a mosquito's humming.

"What? Durian?" The dean's eyes widened.

"And killing the teacher in jiu-jitsu class."

The dean continues to collapse.

"And sneaking into the wine cellar in the middle of the night to eat pork knuckles."

Xi Ziyue thought to herself, is this gentle enough? Maybe it can also create a foodie-type cuteness.

The dean's myocardial infarction worsened.

On Bride's Island, stealing food is the top crime! It means getting fat! It means having a belly! For the bride, this is depravity! Original sin! In comparison, the first two crimes can only be counted as "

"Personality" only.

What’s more, what I ate was the greasiest and most inelegant pork knuckle. Little girl, you must have the soul of a sloppy German in your body!

"Xi Ziyue, write a two thousand word self-criticism for me! One copy each in French and German! Further punishment will be made after we discuss it!"

After saying these cruel words, the young and beautiful dean kicked open the door of the office, walked out angrily with a straight-footed step... There is one thing to say,

This splayed posture is so cute.

Just like that, the interrogation session ended.

She was interrogated because she failed the French exam not long ago.

After walking out of the Academic Affairs Office, she lay on the railing of the open-air corridor and looked at the coastline in the distance.

In early March, it was the end of the rainy season in the Republic of Malta. Blue cornflowers bloomed into a sea, and the sky in the distance was dark blue-gray, which was a precursor to the coming heavy rain.·

The waves crashed on the beach one after another, the sound of the tide was endless, the sea breeze brushed against her cheeks, blowing the two ponytails on the back of her head, and the salty smell of sea water enveloped her.

My heart always feels empty.

Sometimes life is so magical. You should be living a high school life preparing for the college entrance examination with your peers, studying star chasing and makeup, but you suddenly come to the other side of the earth, studying how to do it in a palace-like luxurious school.

When you are a bride, your teachers and classmates are all young or old girls with blond hair and blue eyes. Of course, there are also Japanese and Latin beauties.

The morning classes were no longer morning self-study and recitation, but dance classes. A Russian dance teacher in a scarlet dress walked through the girls' dance formation, directing the rise and fall with a frosty face.

The course at noon was cooking. A French three-star Michelin chef wearing a top hat stood in front of the chef's table and taught. The ingredients prepared for the girls were brie cheese and foie gras.

The class at two o'clock in the afternoon is the tea ceremony, the next two hours are the classical literature class, and the music appreciation class at eight o'clock in the evening. The whole day is spent in high school.

When she first arrived at this magical academy, Xi Ziyue had quite a sense of superiority. She always felt that she had successfully become a master in the upper class society, but after messing around... she discovered that this place was basically a huge golden place.

Silk birdcage, once you get in, it's hard to get out.

There is no Internet here, and the only communication with the outside world is a few old-fashioned landline telephones. Every day, students who have just arrived complain to their parents on the phone, hoping to go home, but more students use it to call their fiancés.

Non.

External communications basically rely on a few landlines, while external transportation basically relies on boats.

Every summer in July and August, the white yachts docked at the port are responsible for carrying the brides collectively to the main island of Malta, where the brides can fly home.

Summer vacation only lasts for about ten days. During these ten days, brides not only have to say hello to their parents and have dinner with their fiancés, but they also have to buy books that can last them more than a year, because next time

It's been a year since I last went out for fun, and one of the main entertainments on this island is reading.

This place is so magical, completely insulated from the modern world. In order to satisfy their dreams of the 19th-century empire where the sun never sets, a group of European old people and young people created a miniature sea palace here.

Cultivate brides who match their aesthetic.

To this day, Xi Ziyue still has not been able to get over this huge contrast. She always feels that when she wakes up one day, she will still see the ceiling at home.

Just as she was thinking about life, branch-shaped lightning lit up the sky in the distance, illuminating the light sailing boats with white sails docked at the school port. The waves also became rough, and the entire port was shrouded in such a storm.

, those little white boats are like frightened little hamsters, they will be overturned by a fierce wave at any time.

"Excuse me, little girl, are you Xi Ziyue? Why don't you chat with me?"

This voice came from behind Xi Ziyue. It was a mature and graceful female voice, and she spoke pure Chinese.

The moment she spoke, the rainwater from the clouds also poured down, making a dense sound of raindrops on the marble steps. The whole world was extremely quiet, as if her voice and the sound of rain were synchronized.

Xi Ziyue looked back and saw a woman in a black dress walking across the corridor towards her.

She holds a pleated umbrella like a lady in one hand, and a silver suitcase like an agent in the other hand. The style of the left and right paintings are completely different.

This is a woman who is unforgettable at first glance. She is dressed in a luxurious retro style, solemn and complicated. Black lace hangs from the wide brim of her hat. The lace is like a spider web. She is almost a palace beauty from the Victorian era.

However, considering that the aesthetics of this college are more than a hundred years behind the times, her outfit actually looks very consistent with her surroundings.

Her eyes are jewel-like blue.

"Madam, are you looking for me?" Xi Ziyue asked politely.

"I'm just here to find you, the little black goat of Golden Iris Academy, Xi Ziyue." The woman in the black dress smiled gracefully, exuding a mysterious aura all over her body.

Little Black Goat, this is Xi Ziyue’s nickname in this college, ck sheep.

The girls in this college basically wear white, white nightgowns, white swimsuits, and white school skirts. The aesthetics are quite straight.

Only Xi Ziyue is wearing black here. Coupled with the black hair and eyes unique to oriental girls, when she stands in the crowd, she really looks like an unsociable little black goat. Her double ponytail hairstyle is more like a goat.

It is said that in Western culture, the goat's horns refer to Satan.

This is not because she wants to be unique, but because her future "fiancé" has designated her to dress like this.

Every girl sent to Bride Island to study has a fiancé.

Xi Ziyue doesn't know who her fiancé is. This man has never appeared. Whether he exists or not is a mystery.

The mysterious "fiancé" spent a lot of money to send her from a coastal city in the east of the motherland to this bridal training college, and specified that she wear black.

Then there was nothing more to say from this person. Apart from a request to wear black, there were no other instructions.

Xi Ziyue seriously suspects that this person is an extreme lover of political correctness. Maybe the next step is for her to go to Thailand, and then the Middle East, to stack more buffs, and then participate in the election...

"I just came here to find you. Let's go to a quieter place to chat. It's best if there's a piano there," the woman in black skirt suggested.

"I have classes this afternoon." Xi Ziyue tried to refuse. This was her subconscious behavior.

"No, it's gone. If you don't believe me, just listen." The woman in the black dress put a finger to her lips to signal for silence.

Amidst the heavy sounds of rain, a notice from the Academic Affairs Office came over the radio: "Due to the impact of the Mediterranean hurricane, all classes today are suspended. All students are asked to return to their dormitories, close the doors and windows tightly, and avoid unnecessary outings."

"Look, there's no class." The woman in black skirt spread her hands, as if everything was being calculated.

Xi Ziyue was stunned as she listened to the announcement that sounded at the right time.

She suddenly felt that the entire Bride Island was under her control. If she said there were no classes, then there would be no classes here the next second.

The mystery of the woman in the black dress seems to be developing in the direction of a magic stick. She and Storm visited the college at the same time.

Xi Ziyue nodded and followed the woman in the black skirt to the music classroom. She thought that the other party was probably a senior leader of the school or something like that. She couldn't shirk it. Someone with such a high status came to her door. It shouldn't be because of what she had just done.

Grandma wants revenge, right?

At the request of the radio, all the students returned to their rooms. The corridors of the teaching building were empty. Only Xi Ziyue followed this somewhat awesome woman in black skirt and finally arrived at the music classroom.

In the auditorium-like music classroom, an exquisite Steinway piano stands under warm-toned lights, with black and gold light flowing on the piano cover. It exudes an aura of imperial dignity from the inside out, and its gorgeous appearance is comparable to

Sports car.
To be continued...