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Ender despaired. He already had nothing going for him: grossly undertrained, small, inexperienced, doomed tobe resented for early advancement. And now, by chance, he had made exactly the wrong friend. An outcast inSalamander Army, and she had just linked him with her in the minds of the rest of the army. A good day's work.For a moment, as Ender looked around at the laughing, jeering faces, he imagined their bodies covered with hair,their teeth pointed for tearing. Am I the only human being in this place? Are all the others animals, waiting onlyto devour?Then he remembered Alai. In every army, surely, there was at least one worth knowing.Studdenly, though no one said to be quiet, the laughter stopped and the group fell silent. Ender turned to thedoor. A boy stood there, tall and dark and slender, with beautiful black eyes and slender lips that hinted atrefinement. I would follow such beauty, said something inside Ender. I would see as those eyes see."Who are you?" asked the boy quietly."Ender Wiggin, sir," Ender said. "Reassigned from launch to Salamander Army." He held out the orders.The boy took the paper in a swift, sure movement, without touching Ender's hand. "How old are you, Wiggin?"he asked."Almost seven."Still quietly, he said, "I asked how old you are, not how old you almost are.""I am six years, nine months, and twelve days old.""How long have you been working in the batle room?"第 83 页 共 340 页http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原 版 英 语 阅 读 网