Why it never ends

Chapter 1245 Ben Su Sang

Outside the exhibition area, Stella and Hersta stood in front of the wooden bar, drinking coffee and waiting for the staff to pack up the hot drinks she wanted to take away.

Stella observed the shop assistants. She couldn't quite tell the exact age of these young people, but she felt that they should no longer be students. However, they lacked the weariness that adults have. Even though they were so busy that sparks were flying from their feet, they would still take the initiative to chat with each customer who came to order, and even take the time to tell a joke or two, making the customers waiting for their orders laugh.

"When are you leaving?" Stella turned to Hester. "Is it just you going alone, or can others come with you?"

“It’s just me tonight,” Hersta said. “No one else.”

"Victoria isn't going either?" Stella asked, somewhat surprised. "I saw she came all this way specifically, I thought you guys—"

"Oh, what are they saying about me behind my back?"

A familiar voice came, and before Stella could turn around, Victoria had already stepped between her and Hershta.

“I asked Jane if you were going to the base with her today,” Stella said, “and it turns out you came here specifically for this tech expo?”

“Yes, is that not allowed?” Victoria’s gaze swept over the menu hanging deep inside the shop. “I…”

"Your order is ready, waiting to be packed," Stella reminded her.

"What did you order?"

"Just a regular latte, hot."

"That's great! I'd like a hot latte!"

The two of them reached out and gave each other a high five without prior arrangement.

Hester stood by with his coffee, watching, and felt that Victoria seemed to have suddenly become unusually lively.

Victoria turned to look at Hershta at that moment: "Your farm is truly full of hidden talents."

Hesta put down the paper cup, somewhat puzzled: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

“Educators like Packart, journalists like Stella—”

“Editor,” Stella corrected.

“Editor,” Victoria laughed, counting on her fingers, “a bunch of Kayyas and laborers poached from the south for you, quick-witted small business owners and workers…”

Then, Victoria paused for a moment: "...and there was even a notorious political prisoner."

Stella let out an "Oh..." as if she had been caught doing something wrong, but she still held her coffee cup steadily, without even glancing at Victoria and Hershta.

Hesta hesitated for a moment: "...You mean Arevalo? Was he dismissed? Or—"

"It's Bensusan Valeri."

Hester looked even more puzzled: "Who?"

Victoria suddenly turned to look at Stella: "You know, right?"

Stella replied matter-of-factly, "How could I not know my friend?"

“…Who?” Hersta asked again, but Victoria and Stella just stared at her with expressions that said, “We know, but we want you to guess.” Hersta took out her phone, but before she could even start searching, the clerk had already brought the packaged coffee to Stella. As they handed it over, the clerk suddenly winked at Stella: “I like your corduroy suit—good taste.”

Stella picked up her coffee and raised it to the barista: "You have great taste too."

“Let’s go!” Victoria said. “The next round of the quiz will be different.”

"In what form?"

“A three-on-three competition,” Victoria said. “I just saw the children coming out of the exhibition hall; I guess they’re coming here next to participate in the quiz.”

"Let's go, let's go..."

Victoria and Stella hurried back, with Hershta following behind them, tapping on the screen as he went.

She entered Bensusan Valeri's name and quickly found relevant information about him.

This Bensusan was born in 4601. He studied mining safety engineering and statistics in Tanyi and the core city of the third district in his early years, and later worked for the resource department of the third district.

In 4627, she was transferred to a grassroots trade union in a remote town on the border of the Third District for exposing mining accident data, where she was responsible for collecting accident evidence and archiving testimonies. In the same year, Bensusan joined several local left-wing groups and began to frequently organize and participate in various speeches and rallies, and her personal influence rapidly increased in the border area of ​​the Third District and neighboring regions.

In 4633, Ben Susan participated in the local rebellion, and many mining areas declared their independence from the Third District United Government and established a border commune. However, just two months later, the alliance collapsed from within, and many key members were arrested.

However, Bensusan, as a core member of the commune, was not severely punished, and the outside world was full of curiosity about her, but no one had contacted her since then.

Bensusan spent six months in prison before disappearing from public view. Her sentence was even longer than the order she helped establish.

Hershta navigated through various pages, and strangely, no photos of her could be found in publicly available information. However, many people had compiled transcripts of her speeches and actively disseminated them.

On some obscure forum, someone uploaded an interview transcript with Bensusan. In this interview, Bensusan rarely mentioned her childhood—she lived in the two-way neighborhood of the 14th ward until she was nine years old…

and many more.

Hersta's pupils trembled slightly.

Nine years old, looking in both directions, the third district...

Tin!?
……

The layout of the small venue for the Q&A competition has been adjusted.

Six small leather stools were divided into two groups and placed on the left and right sides of the big screen. Eleven, Qiqi and Gahodorei stood on the left, while three other girls from Emmanuela City stood on the right.

The audience was divided into two groups: the farm children and the city children sat facing each other, rubbing their hands together as if they were ready to fight each other at any moment.

"Will it work?" Qiqi looked at the "family and friends" opposite her with some timidity. Although the teacher said that the other side was only twelve or thirteen years old, they looked like a group of "adults".

"What are you afraid of!" Eleven said. "If we don't hand it over to them, are we? Don't be afraid, you're the smartest!"

Kiki felt her palms were sweaty; she still felt it was a mistake to be dragged into this Q&A session so abruptly. Kiki tried to calm herself down—it was just a game, and indeed, as Eleven had said, the teacher had asked around, and Nadi, Luz… and those usually domineering girls hadn’t raised their hands. Only Eleven inexplicably insisted on raising her hand and then forcibly dragged her up.

"...You're not just counting on me, are you?" Kiki was extremely conflicted. "Why did you raise your hand for no reason?"

"If I don't raise my hand, then no one else will!" Eleven reverted to her usual domineering and unreasonable self. "Losing is one thing, but not daring to even go on stage is so embarrassing!"