Berlin, Germany.

Lichtenberg Innovative Grammar School!

Known as the "golden" college, of course, this name was acquired by the locals, with a bit of ridicule and ridicule.

The tuition fee here is close to $50,000 a year!

That's enough for a middle-class German family to cover for a year.

But it has to be said that although this reputation is not good, many families still try to send their children in, after all, there is nothing to say about the teaching environment here.

At this time, at the gate, the security guard stood at the door, staring at a silver-gray BMW outside the school, a flower arm stretched out, with a cigarette on it, and lit a few times, the cigarette ash slowly drifted down with the wind, if it was seen by the police, it would be fined, in Germany, smoking in public areas is punished.

The security guard frowned and looked at the time on the wall, there are still a few minutes before the students are out of class, the car has been parked here for more than two hours, what the hell do they want to do?

His intuition told him that the tattoo wasn't necessarily a bad person, but it was definitely not a good person.

Even... More likely a gangster.

"Jingle bell..."

The crisp bell rang through the middle school, and then a group of students rushed out like a torrent.

It's the same all over the world, as long as school is over, students can't wait to run.

The security guard hurriedly opened the school gate and watched the students walk out one by one, but their eyes were still staring at the car not far away.

"Goodbye, Uncle Will." A very crisp voice shouted abruptly, and the security guard lowered his head, and saw a little boy with a schoolbag on his back, wearing slightly plain clothes, and a short-haired little boy looking at him with round little eyes, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth were smiling very happily, which was the kind of look that couldn't help but make people feel very comfortable.

"Martin." When the security guard saw the visitor, he also smiled and reached out and touched his head.

This little guy almost never sees himself politely saying hello back, what a cute little guy.

Moreover, from his body, he doesn't look like a child of a particularly rich family at all, and several times Will has seen him with scars on his face when he gets out of school, obviously being bullied...

The children of the rich Berliners were arrogant.

"Hey! Isn't that Martin? ”

A very unceremonious shout directly interrupted this slightly warm scene, Will raised his head, his face darkened, did he have a wizard's spell? Why is this thinking, what is coming, what is coming?

There were four or five children in school uniforms carrying school bags and children walking over, and they were also holding one hand in their trouser pockets, which was obviously very powerful, and the students next to them were frightened to avoid it, but some people were standing in the distance watching the play, and their eyes were full of banter when they looked at Martin.

"Hehe, there's another good show."

"How many times has this week? Seems like the third time, right? Hemingway: They really went a little too far, but Martin was really good, and he dared to step on his foot on the first day of school, hoping that God would bless him. ”

……

Martin glanced at them timidly, and hurriedly said to Will, "Uncle Will, goodbye!" ”

He couldn't wait to leave, and he knew that if he was pulled, it would definitely not be good.

Will looked at Hemingway and the others, opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat and couldn't come out, and finally, swallowed back!

He wants to eat, there are old people and children waiting to eat at home, he can't offend the powerful, he is just an ordinary person.

There is too much helplessness in life, who let this world be in the hands of a few rich people?

Will looked at Martin's back, gritted his teeth, and returned to the sentry box.

…

"Is that him?"

The flower-armed man in the co-pilot of the silver-gray sedan was still wearing sunglasses, chewing gum in his mouth, and his bald head was also a little glowing, tilting his head to look at the driver, who took out a photo from his jacket pocket, on which was Martin, holding a cake in his hand, smiling happily.

"Yes!" The driver's voice hummed, and his eyes looked at Hemingway and the others who caught up with him and stopped him, grinning, "However, it seems that he is a little bad now." ”

When the man with the flower arm took off his sunglasses, he saw that one eye was missing from his left eye socket!

It's a little scary just looking at a face.

"Didn't the American side ask us to take care of him?" He twisted his neck, made a crunching sound, his bones were in place, pushed open the door and got out of the car, and didn't forget to say to the guy in the back seat, "Don't forget to bring a gift, I don't want to be thought of as a rough person." ”

The driver was stunned, subconsciously touched his head, and looked at the guy in the back seat with a strange expression, "Isn't Derek a rough man?" ”

"Perhaps...... He was praying to God to change his image, and I heard that he liked a female college student and was engaged in literary creation. He was still reading, as if it were Shakespeare's. The guy in the back smiled bitterly, and the driver suddenly realized and stretched out his finger, "I bet for three days, he will angrily ask me who Shakespeare is, and then run to dig his coffin." ”

The flower-armed man Derek got out of the car with the famous horse boy, who was still holding a long box in his hand, which looked a little heavy, and walked towards Martin, Nawell had been secretly looking out in the sentry box, and when he saw Derek and others coming, he went out with a baton, although he was scared, but it was his duty.

Martin was surrounded, he wanted to escape, but looking at Hemingway's people all around, nervously pulling the strap of his schoolbag, his voice was a little stammering, "You... What do you want to do? ”

"What for?" Hemingway whistled, and the little brother next to him kicked Martin to the ground, snatched his schoolbag, and fell to the ground, which was full of books, stepped forward and kicked twice, stepped on it, and the new book was full of stains, Hemingway bent down and pointed at Martin, "You smell like stinky cow dung in the countryside, don't let me see you at school!" ”

"I... I just want to read. "Martin was terrified.

"Go back to your country, this is Berlin, you're not welcome!" Hemingway couldn't imagine that the other party would dare to speak, so he stepped on Martin, and then slapped it, with a very crisp sound, and half of his face was swollen!

Martin's mouth pouted, his scalp hurt, and he wanted to cry...

But he bit his mouth, swallowed back his tears very stubbornly, clenched his fists, and shouted, "I just want to study." ”

"Smack..."Hemingway slapped again!

"You don't deserve to study here, go back to your slum... Let your sister be the money to study here? Aren't you distressed? ”

Sister? When a cousin?

Martin was congested all at once, and it went straight to his head, he admired Sosfia the most, it was his sister! No one can say anything about him.

Honest people erupted, have you ever seen?

Hemingway saw it, Martin put his foot on the other party's supporting foot, and fell to the ground unsteadily, he turned over and pressed the other party, constantly slapping and yelling, "Why don't you let me study, why do you say my sister." ”

This sudden explosion was shocking, and after Hemingway's younger brothers reflected, they hurriedly punched and kicked him, and Martin shrank on the ground and held part of his hand.

"Get out of the way, I'm going to kill him!" Hemingway roared angrily like a bull, he took out a fruit knife from his schoolbag and pushed his little brother away and was about to go up and give Martin a knife, the blade was a little reflective...

Seeing that he was about to stab the other party, Martin closed his eyes in fright, and suddenly heard a muffled snort and scream, and a joke came from his ears, "You are too thin like this, and... Are you scared? ”

Martin opened his eyes cautiously, and saw Hemingway being kicked out three or four meters, and a man with five big arms and three thick arms looked at him with disdain, "You are like this, you are really a bad seed, and you are really ashamed of your sister." ”

"Me! Not a bad breed! Martin clenched his fists and shouted, clutching his chest, and with a hard effort, it hurt a little.

The man with the flower arm looked at him deeply and stretched out his hand to Ma Tsai, who opened the box, took out a baseball bat from it, handed him the tail, pointed at Hemingway who fell to the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Go up and break his legs!" Go and abolish him, do you dare? ”

……