I looked at the big departing figure, and I felt a little uncomfortable, in fact, I was unhappy, and the taste of being poured cold water was a little uncomfortable.

A mercenary was calling me, and I didn't dare to slack off, so I immediately ran over. He pointed to a sedan and told me to get in. I opened the door and got into the car. The bad thing about the car is that it is too short and you need to get into it, and it was not very awkward to get on the truck before. But the sofa of the sedan completely conquered me, and it was the first time I had ever sat in such a comfortable chair. I want to jump on it a few times, but I understand that this is looking for death.

Ten minutes after the car drove out of the garden, I saw a small house, and then as I got closer to the city, there were more and more houses, taller and taller, more luxurious, and cleaner. From these clean houses, I could see that if I wanted to deal well with city people, I had to be clean, so I decided to be clean.

About an hour into the city, my destination was approaching.

In the past, in order to make us good soldiers, the mercenaries used to teach us a few books, saying that we were in the sixth grade of elementary school in the city, so I entered the sixth grade class of this school.

When I arrived at school, it was not yet dawn, but by that time there were already about 20 classmates in the classroom. I was about to enter the classroom, but the head teacher called me into the office to wait for the lesson. The head teacher was a man, looking to be in his forties, relatively thin, and wearing a pair of reading glasses. I can't say anything about this dress.

I stood for half an hour before the bell rang, and the head teacher packed up the textbooks and told me to go to the classroom with him.

"Today, our class is honored to get another national flower, he will become our new partner to learn and forge ahead, and we will get along well in the future." I felt that this speech was false and painful, and judging from the expressions of these students, they felt the same way as me.

The class teacher motioned for me to enter the classroom to introduce myself, and I learned from the class teacher to introduce myself in what I thought was the most disgusting, and finally when I stated my name, the whole class exploded, and they clutched their stomachs on the table and laughed. The head teacher helplessly lifted his glasses. I don't know why, at this time I wanted to kill the old man the most, the name he gave me was so ridiculous, what a black face.

I sat at the last table, single seat. I opened the exercise sent to me by the class teacher, and he directly assigned where to write, but he didn't go to class, and left after the assignment.

After the head teacher left, the classroom became lively, there were two people staring at me all the time, I had an inexplicable sense of fear, because how the eyes of those two people felt like Mimi, the most important thing was that they were men, and I saw that my stomach was full of acid. I want to shift my attention as soon as possible.

There are a bunch of men and women laughing in this classroom, and there are some people who care about national affairs analyzing the strategic map, because our country is an invaded country, and it is said that it did not fight well with the enemy, and lost several cities last month, so those people compared and compared on the dense geographical map, and I eavesdropped on what they said and found that what they said was very reasonable and very professional, but no matter how well they said it, their opinions would not be taken into account. And then there are those who just stumble on the same place.

They were all fighting, and now I feel a kind of loneliness, because no one here talks to me, I used to talk to those friends when I was in the mine, but they died at my hands, and my eyes involuntarily shifted to the two boys who looked to be gay, and found that they were still looking at me, and my loneliness disappeared in an instant.

I stayed in this ghost place for a week, I ignored my classmates, and no one paid attention to me, I just silently watched their every move now, and explained my opinion to my heart. In this regard, the head teacher also found an old man who was pretending to be a parent and asked him if I was autistic. I really can't complain about the ignorance of the head teacher.

I found that as long as there were slightly more beautiful girls in the class, they were very happy in school, because there were always some little male wolves in heat racking their brains to make them happy, and those boys were always trying to get out of their horns. On average, each of them will be amused about 14 times per lesson. Originally, I also wanted to join the ranks of teasing girls, because I felt a little bit about a certain girl, but when I thought of my environment, I still forgot it.

After 13 days of calm. That morning, the two classmates, who were suspected of being gay, came up to me with a very contemptuous look, and I was a little nervous because it was early and there were only three of us in the classroom, but I calmed down a little when I thought that I hadn't had any conflict with them.

One of them is long-haired and the other is fat.

They walked up to my desk and asked me with long hair, "Why hasn't the black-faced student been in our class for so long?" ”

I said, "Well, it's a matter of background." ”

The fat man asked, "Background?" This means that you have done a lot of great things. Isn't it time to go to war? ”

The long hair asked, "yes, yes, you won't go to the battlefield, will you?"

I was embarrassed and said, "Uh...... It's not that exaggerated, I'm just...... "I thought about detonating the mine."

Long hair said, "Just what? ”

I lowered my head and said in frustration, "I'm just...... Accidentally killed ...... A lot of people ......"

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then slapped the table and laughed, and the fat man said, "Don't you tease me, okay, just you, farming is probably tired, or careless, hahahaha." ”

Long hair said: "No, the black-faced classmate is very powerful, he is a big black killer." ”

The fat man said: "Oh yes, yes, yes, he is a big black killer, super powerful, he can kill a bunch of people casually." ”

At first, I just thought they were just a brief taunt, so I just clenched my fists and held back my anger. But then the two kings and eight calves told the whole school about this, and even wrote a 79-page book "The Black Killer Hunting" to make them more and more famous, but if you think about it carefully, their purpose is to take all the girls in the school into their arms, and then I endured it again.

From time to time, they would tell one of the stories of the book's murder from the podium, which drew bursts of laughter. It's just me smiling bitterly. I wondered if they could make up that I went to the royal family of the invading country in the north and killed all the loyal ministers, and then accidentally discovered that the royal family of the invading country colluded with aliens, and then I got on a flying saucer and went to the alien planet and killed all the rulers of the aliens, why didn't they become writers if they had this kind of imagination?

It's just that although the college life is good, I also miss the big and short ones more or less, and I don't know how they are doing, so I really want to go to them.