"If you had superpowers, what would you do? If I had superpowers, I would be the savior of this world, silently protecting the world in the unknown night, brushing off my clothes and hiding my name and ......"

"Hahahaha, our former squad leader thinks of himself as Batman, and I want to protect the world in the unknown night! Are you going to fight the Joker for 300 rounds? ”

“……”

The bell rang with the noisy noise, tinkling and toning, melodious and tactful. The man who snatched Luo An's essay threw it on the ground and rushed out of the classroom, and the others scattered in a hurry. The classroom was noisier, but the focus of the noise was no longer Luo An's ridiculous composition.

The teacher shook his head in disappointment, ignored the essay that had been thrown on the ground, sighed, and left. The rickety back looks a little sluggish, maybe he was also young, but he is about to retire and no longer has more energy to devote himself to the education industry he once loved.

Luo An was walking in the narrow aisle between the desks, he was a little anxious, and his careless bumps and bumps instantly caused the dissatisfaction of his classmates. But he didn't bother to pay attention to it, he just wanted to pick up the composition he had worked so hard to write.

"Still thinking about your Form 2 essay? It's embarrassing to scream like that, disturbing my sleep. ”

"That's right, secondary two is a disease that needs to be cured."

Luo An picked up the piece of composition paper that had been trampled on, folded it neatly, and held it in his hand, "The second disease is just an Internet language, he refers to the psychological phenomenon of a person's excessive self-awareness, not a disease!" Luo An said righteously, this is what he found on Baidu Encyclopedia, and he believes that this is correct, so he is very confident.

"Fart, it's a disease, otherwise what to call a disease, stupid!"

"Hey, I've stepped on so many feet, it's disgusting."

“……”

Luo An opened his mouth to refute, but he knew that no matter how much he said, it would be impossible for these self-righteous guys in front of him to identify with him. They are not from the same world as him, they can't communicate, they can't communicate, and maybe the only one who really understands him is anime.

This is an open-ended essay on the topic of a self-formulated question and interpreted in the text. Roan liked the topic because he could finally express what was on his mind.

If you had superpowers, what would you do?

It's something he's been thinking about since he was a kid. When he was a child, he longed to have superpowers, such as Naruto, who could transform into a handsome Nine-Tail, rub out all kinds of balls to save the world, or fight against the black forces with a slashing sword like the Grim Reaper......

I have thought about it a lot, but I have stayed on the surface of thinking. But he believes that if he really has superpowers that day, he will not become a bad person, but a hero, even if it is an unsung hero.

He comforted himself in his heart, and thinking about it, he returned to his seat, took a roll of bandages from his bag, and rolled up his left sleeve while no one was looking, revealing the whip marks that had faded a little. Luo An's face was ugly, and he bent down, hid his hand under the table, and wrapped it around with a bandage.

This job may be a bit difficult for others, but it is just a piece of cake for Roan. After a while, it was wrapped, Luo An raised his hand and looked at it seriously, and smiled with satisfaction. This looks like a fool to others.

"Yo, was our big hero hurt when he saved the world?" A boy sneered and stepped forward and grabbed Luo An's arm, shook it hard, and Luo An screamed in pain, and pushed the boy away with a slam of his hand.

"! You're still doing it, aren't you? The boy was furious, and stepped forward to kick Luo An to the ground, thinking about stepping forward to make up for a few more kicks, but was stopped by his accomplices.

"Damn, pretend to be hurt? Stupid! The boy scolded and walked away.

Luo An didn't say a word, stared at the boy coldly, and got up from the ground with the pain in his arm. The farce just now only stayed in his mind for less than two seconds, and he continued to perfect the bandage on his hand. He carefully traced strange lines on the bandage with a black pen, and as the bell rang, he was still immersed in his own world.

A morning class passed quickly, and Roan's masterpiece was finally completed. The white bandages were painted with strange runes, some like demons, some like flames, all of them, all huddled together. People with dense phobias don't dare to look at it at all, but Luo An feels that he is simply a genius.

"This is the alchemy of Steel's alchemist's alchemy array, this is the magic array of the fairy tail, and this is the five-element seal that seals the nine tails......" Luo An looked at his hand and muttered to himself.

"This fool is crazy again, and there is no help."

"How can you be in the same class as such a person? He was still the squad leader back then, and he was simply toxic. ”

"Shhhh Hahahaha......"

Luo An laughed secretly in his heart: What unicorn arm, vulgar, this is the left hand of God Cry! Ooh! Luo An waved his arms happily, he could hear bursts of mournful weeping, it was God weeping, unwrapping the bandage, God's sorrow would come to the world, and he was going to carry this sorrow to fight.

The fantasy continues, the time passes, and the people in the classroom leave one after another, leaving Luo An alone by the window in a daze, contemplating that whimsical world.

Thinking about it, he was a little tired, so Luo An lay down on the desk, and after a while, a slight snoring sound, and the rumbling sound in his stomach was muffled.

When the sun is at its most intense, the temperature soars, making this small classroom even more like a stove. Drops of sweat, as big as beans, hung on Luo An's face, rolled down his cheeks, and moistened his left hand. Sweat blurred the handwriting on the bandage, and the black ink gently wriggled on the bandage, like tiny worms. Before you know it, the symbol of the bandage has changed.

Luo An slept soundly, and it wasn't until the bell rang for the afternoon reading that he woke up from his sleep in a daze, and when he opened his mouth, there was a foul smell. Completely unbeknownst to him, he opened his mouth wide and yawned hard, and the people sitting near him pinched their noses in disgust.

Luo An reacted at this time, closed his mouth, swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly poured himself two mouthfuls of water, but an indescribable smell erupted from his throat and filled his mouth, it was not a stink, more like a bloody smell.

Luo An panicked, could it be that his mouth ulcers were bleeding? He spent the whole afternoon reading frantically drinking water and licking* the lining of his mouth with his tongue, but he didn't feel any wounds, not even breaks.

"What's going on?" Luo An couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to, took out the comics and read them in the afternoon reading class. There are long voices in my ears, and there is the sound of reading weakly, mixed with the sound of small talking. What kind of loud book, that only exists in the book.

The twenty-minute afternoon reading was soon over, and the students put down their books and looked up to the sky and sighed, as if they had been greatly relieved. Some people were about to lie down and not miss any time to sleep, but they were picked up as soon as they lay down.

"Take music lessons, let's go, let's go."

"Do you still have to practice singing?"

"......" Luo An carried the music book and followed the back of the crowd, no one wanted to walk with him, let alone him to get close to him, so walking at the end felt the best for him. It made him feel like he was driving a herd of livestock. He followed quietly, reaching forward from time to time, making a thumping sound, and he imagined that his palm would shoot out light waves to kill all the evil forces in front of him.

No one knows about his small movements, or rather, no one will pay attention to him at all.

When we arrived at the music classroom, everyone found their seats and sat down. When everyone sat down, a lone stool was left at the front, no table, no back table, in the center of the room, unique.

Everyone sat in the back, at least two or three rows away from the chairs. Luo An was stunned, and for a long time, he moved a little stiffly and sat down on the chair, buzzing in his ears.

What they were laughing at, Luo An couldn't hear it anymore, and his mind was now full of embarrassment and surprise. It turns out that loneliness is so terrible, when it is surging towards itself like a tide.

The chorus began.

"Friends go together for a lifetime, those days are no more, a word for a lifetime, a glass of wine for a lifetime......"

A good glass of bitter wine, countless times more bitter than the tears in the corners of his eyes. Roan didn't sing, he felt that the group behind him was not qualified to listen to him, he didn't even stand up, he was so lonely in this music classroom.

The teacher stood aside with his hands on his chest, did not speak, but quietly played with his mobile phone. In this class, he doesn't need to prepare for the lesson, anyway, it is just for the students to practice chorus and participate in school competitions, how can he not hurry up with such a rare leisure time?

After singing the song, the current class leader looked at Luo An, who didn't stand up, and said very unhappily: "Luo An, our former class president, everyone is helping the class and practicing, don't you feel ashamed to sit alone?" ”

"It turns out that you also know, know that I am a person!" Luo An smiled, raised his head that had been lowered, and looked at the high-spirited squad leader with a miserable smile, her delicate little face was stunned, she might have seen such a sad self for the first time.

Luo An stood up, packed up his music textbook and pen and paper, and was about to leave, but just after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and kicked on the chair. With a loud bang, the chair flew out several meters away and smashed against the wall, several cracks spread, which looked very "tragic", but it was much better than Luo An's heart, which had been shattered into scum.