Operation Red Book

Chapter 496: Clown Fear 3

The second flight to London was as smooth as drinking a large cup of silky latte. Little Ivy and her mother landed safely in London and lived in rainy weather for seven years.

After starting her life in London, Ivy still kept her habit of rejecting clowns, whether she was shopping in the mall with classmates and friends on weekends, or watching popular superhero movies with handsome seniors.

In short, no matter what she does, Ivy will always consciously or unconsciously reject clown elements and clown roles.

"So you like Marvel and hate DC?" the blond senior asked disdainfully.

"Yes, I don't like clowns..." Ivy said truthfully, holding her hands stiffly.

"That's fxxking crazy! Everybody doesn't like Joker! Everybody doesn't like Batman! Everybody doesn't like Catwoman who's so sexy that it makes me tremble!"

"I just don't like clowns..." Ivy frowned impatiently.

"That's fxxking crazy! Crazy! CRAZY!"

The blond senior went completely crazy. He was shouting crazily, making Batman gestures and swinging his blond hair around like a rock singer.

"boom!"

So, the next moment, the blond senior who couldn't understand what people were saying was beaten into a golden mess by Ivy.

For teenagers, if they don’t like clowns, they will be regarded as freaks, if they don’t worship clowns, they will be considered guilty, and if they don’t admire clowns, they will be rumored to have mental illness…

Such rumors have been circulating about Ivy for a week. Due to her Asian identity and outstanding titles, the 12-year-old Ivy has been following the principle of "ignore and don't pay attention" instilled in her by her mother.

Until one day when she had a big fight with her mother, those malicious jokes finally amplified their volume and reached her ears word by word, clearly and accurately.

That was the most enjoyable fight Ivy had ever had. She slammed five lunch boxes on the boys' faces and smashed a whole box of apples on the girls' noses. She kicked every boy in the crotch and pulled every girl's hair, and forced the laughing British students to shout "I am shit" in Chinese several times.

After this ridiculous incident of discrimination, her mother picked up a stick and beat her without saying a word.

Ivy was upset. This was the first time she was beaten since she came to London, and in the crowded principal's office.

That time, Ivy cried because of the pain, her mother cried too, the principal cried because of fear, the child who was beaten cried because of fear, and the parents of the child who was beaten went out and called the police.

The matter ended with Ivy transferring to another school, but her mother's punishment did not end.

After that, Ivy was punished to kneel for the entire night. In addition, her pocket money for a whole month was confiscated. What was even worse was that she had to copy the Constitution of various countries every day... until she copied it 50 times.

Of course Ivy refused to accept this, so that night she removed the security bars on the window and jumped from the second floor into the bushes on the ground floor.

The idea of ​​running away from home had popped up in her mind countless times. She made a detailed plan for herself, including which convenience store to rob, which alley to buy guns, and which hotel to eat, drink and have fun in...

The grand revenge plan is like a poppy bud about to bloom.

But before the scent of the poison could fill Ivy's overflowing teenage emotions, the scene on the street outside was like a bucket of cold water that broke the poisonous flower bud in half.

As luck would have it, that day was Halloween, and the whole street was filled with clowns going door to door asking for candy. Each clown had a different look, and each one was scary and thrilling in its own way.

Ivy stopped before she went out. She hesitated for a long time. Finally, the lingering clown ghost drove her to ring the doorbell to go home.

When the mother was surprised to find Ivy, who should have been writing furiously at the table, appearing at the door covered in dust, she was just in a daze.

When she found that Ivy's neck and hands were covered with fine scratches from the sharp thorns, her eyes showed pain.

But when she discovered the violently dismantled security fence and the messy flower bed underneath, she picked up a stick and beat Ivy again.

The incident ended with a neighbor calling the police. The mother was given a good lecture by the London police who arrived. Ivy, who looked very pitiful, drank a cup of rich hot cocoa in the police station with a Band-Aid on her face.

Perhaps because of this incident, Halloween soared up Ivy's list of hated things and was ranked third on the "most hated things ranking".

All kidding aside, of all the seasons, Halloween has the most clowns, and they are the scariest and most bizarre. There is a mixture of real and fake ones, making it impossible to tell them apart.

After all, who knows if the clown who tilted his head to ask for candy really scratched his face, and who knows if the clown who laughed wildly really intended to chop the old lady's head in half with a twitching chainsaw...

Therefore, every Halloween, Ivy would refuse all invitations on the grounds that she had to go back home. She would rather stay alone in a closed room than answer any urgent knocks on the door.

This situation continued for a long time, even after I went to Sigma High School.

But Sigma High School has an important competition, which is only held on Halloween and is open to all students and teachers who dress up and are willing to perform.

Ivy, who has always been competitive, would certainly not miss this opportunity, but deciding to participate in the competition means that she must participate in Halloween activities, which means that she will see a whole school of clowns.

That school will definitely be blown up to the moon! How terrible!

"I can't ask thousands of students not to wear clowns into school just because of you." The principal sat in the large chair and rejected Ivy's request outright.

He touched his gray hair, lowered his head and stared at Ivy with a serious and earnest expression.

"Please, I have a severe fear of clowns!" Ivy made a bitter face and continued to beg, "Besides, I'm not blocking your freedom of clowns. I'm only on stage for 2 minutes. Is it difficult to ensure that there are no clowns in the audience in 2 minutes?"

"This is an unreasonable request, Miss Ivy. This world does not revolve around you alone, and this school was not born because of you, or die because of you..."

"You think I'm being unreasonable, right? As the principal of Sigma School, you won't take any measures, right?"

"This is a request you made. This is your own need. You have the right to make suggestions, and I also have the right to choose to refuse, Miss Ivy."

"Then I will use your name to give clowns who enter the auditorium sacks, and when I go on stage to perform, I will order them to put the sacks on their heads..."

"Or I can tell you a simpler and quicker way." The principal said with a wry smile, "Don't participate in the competition on Halloween."

After saying that, the principal smiled widely, politely drove Ivy out of the office, and then slammed the door shut.