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When Cruise returned home that day, his personality was much different from yesterday, and his eyes were full of violence and encroachment that did not belong to human beings. And the fist, unless something happens, is always clenched.

"Cruise, get up, you're going to be late if you don't get any more," greeted Cruise's mother's cry as she worked in the kitchen.

"Okay," Cruise replied and opened his eyes.

"It's so refreshed today, I feel very different from before, and my body has a new feeling," Cruise unexpectedly noticed as he brushed his teeth.

"That's for sure, after a night's rest from you, when your body was most relaxed, I strengthened your body, as well as the dark diseases you left when you were bullied by your classmates before, I have dredged them one by one, and now your adenthus secretion will be different from ordinary people, so your physical strength can already withstand the large amount of body nutrition we need when transforming, and there is time to act, because after all, you are only a junior high school student, and it will be different when you become an adult." At this time, the skin under Cruise's chest shrank into a thin hexagonal shape, and each horn was firmly protected by liquid filaments connecting important joints in his body.

"Haha, that's not bad!" Cruise said happily.

"Hurry up and eat, or you'll be too late," Cruise's mother said kindly, showing that she didn't know what happened to Cruise at school, and every time Cruise covered his wounds and hid in his room.

"Hmm" I saw Cruise stunned.

"Goodbye, Mommy," Cruise kissed Mom on the forehead and stepped out the door.

Sitting on the school bus, Cruise habitually looked out the window.

It wasn't long before Cruise got off the bus and stepped into Shakker Middle School, a school with an ancient history.

The school motto is to treat people sincerely and trustworthy.

"Hey, angry bastard" The moment Cruise's bag was snatched from behind him, a teenager's mocking and sneering voice flashed.

He has a gangster face, flaxen hair, a string of hair, freckles on his face, a tiny tattoo on his hand, and a dagger.

"Give me back the bag, I can be blamed for everything before," Cruise showed a different kind of violence than before.

"Ouch, I haven't seen you for a day, tsk, you're getting worse and worse," said Deloit, mockingly.

"But it's okay, I'll see you after school today, don't let me get blocked, haha," said Dele, dropping Cruise's bag on the ground, stepping on it twice, kicking it, and walking away.

"Hehe, then we'll see you after school," Cruise said coldly as he looked at Dele's distant figure.

"Riot, it's up to you"

"Hmm...... Boom"

"Hi Cruise," Jonny met on his way home after the last class of the afternoon, who had been quiet all day.

"Hey, Jonny" I saw Jonny with watery eyes, blonde hair, fair skin, and a graceful figure.

"You're a little different today than you've been, you've become a lot quieter."

"I think that's what I usually do."

"Haha, without further ado, my dad is coming to pick me up, goodbye Cruise" Jonny waved goodbye in a friendly manner and ran to the black sedan on the side of the road, where a middle-aged man was waving at her.

"Goodbye"

Cruise continued along the old road towards the school stop, but soon he saw several familiar figures next to the school stop.