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"Well, when?""Never again, as far as I'm concerned."He could hear the murmurs behind him."Hey, that's not fair," said one of the boys. "It's not our fault the teachers are screwing up the game. You can'tjust stop teaching us stuff because--"Ender slammed his open hand against the wall and shouted at the boy. "I don't care about the game anymore!"His voice echoed through the corridor. Boys from other armies came to their doors. He spoke quietly into thesilence -- "Do you understand that?" And he whispered. "The game is over."He walked back to his room alone. He wanted to lie down, but he couldn't because the bed was wet. It remindedhim of all that had happened today, and in fury he tore the mattress and blankets from the bedframe and shovedthem out into the corridor. Then he wadded up a unifortn to serve as a pillow and lay on the fabric of wiresstrung across the frame. It was uncomfortable, but Ender didn't care enough to get up.He had only been there a few minutes when someone knocked on his door."Go away," he said softly. Whoever was knockine didn't hear him or didn't care. Finally, Ender said to come in.It was Bean."Go away, Bean."Bean nodded but didn't leave. Instead he looked at his shoes. Ender almost yelled at him, cursed at him,screamed at him to leave. Instead he noticed how very tired Bean looked, his whole body bent with weariness,his eyes dark from lack of sleep; and yet his skin was still soft and translucent, the skin of a child, the soft curvedcheek, the slender limbs of a little boy. He wasn't eight years old yet. It didn't matter he was brilliant und第 230 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网