Early the next morning, Zhang Muzi put the 'weeds' that had been roasted and packed yesterday, along with a few textbooks, into a wooden backpack, went out early, walked through two street corners, and came to a bus stop to wait for the school bus to appear.

Originally, according to the regulations, the school bus was supposed to stop in front of his house, but unfortunately, all the school bus drivers in Andun Middle School would rather quit their jobs than drive through the orange streets in the early morning for six consecutive years, so they had to change to Zhang Longchu to compromise and walk more every day to catch the campus bus.

Fortunately, he always pinched the time very accurately, and just stood still for a few minutes, a striking yellow and red school bus with a solid degree comparable to an armored car stopped in front of him.

The bus door opened, Zhang Longchu strode into the school bus, and greeted the fat black female driver, "Hi, Fen, good morning." He turned and walked deeper into the carriage.

At this time, the school bus was already full of male and female middle school students of all colors, but no one took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Longchu, and no one even looked at him.

But again, none of the students showed the same mocking expression as when facing the weak chicken, and everyone treated him like a transparent person, except for a big man with a collapsed nose, a hairy hedgehog head, and dark skin, sitting with his hands raised high.

Zhang Longchu walked up to the man, clapped his hands and said, "Good morning,." He sat down in the seat next to him.

"Good morning, yellow-skinned monkey," the big man shrugged, "I haven't seen you go there for two days, and you don't even care about 'business'?" ”

"I was the only one who survived a car accident out of 23." Zhang Longchu pouted.

"Are you saying you're the only survivor of the Denver Street crash, wow, that's a good blow." The big man obviously didn't believe this outrageous answer from the dead friend who seemed to be unscathed, and said with a grin: "I still don't know you ** guy."

On a day like this when the streets are full of bare thighs, you must have gone to Hollywood to see the filming of the new season, right? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Longchu regained his usual wooden expression, and said coldly: "Obano, how good it would be if I were the captain of an eighteenth-century slave trading ship.

In that case, I will have the right to throw your ancestors into the sea while the sharks are foraging. ”

"Oh my God, this is the cruelest and racist joke I've ever heard," Aubano yelled with an angry expression, but then his face changed and he grinned, "but I like this Chinese humor, my brother." ”

As they spoke, the two friends clapped their hands again, and then Obano asked, "Did you contact that kid at Howard this morning, why wasn't he waiting for the car?" ”

"I haven't made up for my broken phone, but yesterday was the old 'Muyu Festival', Howard, this kid turned fifteen years old at the beginning of the year, and he was already qualified to participate, and he didn't have a good time, how could he get up so early today." Zhang Longchu shrugged his shoulders and said with a flat expression.

"Oh, this damn fellow, what an envy, I heard that the Jews are usually old-fashioned, but the holidays are crazy, and his 'little brother' who was circumcised early may have come in handy last night.

Oh, it's my dream to get out of being a virgin, why, why is this Jewish kid one step ahead, how is he always so lucky, he does everything he wants, even the goddess Dafen sometimes talks to him. Hearing this, Aubano wailed in thought.

Looking at his face full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, Zhang Longchu replied expressionlessly: "Just because his father has a workshop that makes leather shoes for the rich in the 'Beverly Hills', and two Michelin restaurants.

And your dad was just a crane foreman on the docks, oh, yes, and you're a lot uglier than he is. ”

"Thank you for reminding me of all this," Obano gritted his teeth and said, "But no matter how ugly I am, I'm more feminine than you have a wooden face." ”

"You're wrong Obano, our greatest Chinese philosopher Qiu Zi once said, 'A gentleman is not happy with things, not sad with himself', so this is not a wooden face, but a look of wisdom full of mystery.

The women don't say anything, but they actually admire this kind of wise man. Zhang Longchu said seriously, but in exchange for Oubano's finger poked in the face, and roared angrily, "You just live in your own world, poor little virgin."

Young girls in the United States only like money, big muscles and handsome heads, and they are not interested in how much wisdom is hidden in their heads. ”

For his companion's words, a trace of disapproval flashed on Zhang Longchu's face, but he didn't dare to despise his friend's casserole-sized fist and the rough temper that started the fire and didn't recognize the six relatives, so he pouted and changed the topic: "The sun is really vicious today, by the way, did you have breakfast, man?" ”

Hearing this, Oubano was immediately angry and took out two round breads wrapped in paper bags from the schoolbag he was carrying cross-body and asked: "I have eaten it, what about you, my mother brought me two whole wheat bread for a lunch snack, it is very delicious, do you want to try it." ”

"Then thank you, since you invited, I'll enjoy a face." Zhang Longchu reached out and took out a steaming bread from the paper bag, and said with a smile.

As the two laughed, the bus had crossed four or five blocks and stopped outside an open campus.

Settlement High School, the oldest public high school in Los Angeles, is also one of the public high schools that has been declared to be enduring for a long time, and a large number of graduates will be admitted to Ivy League schools next year.

Originally, with Zhang Longchu's residence, it was impossible to be arranged into this high school, but the middle school students who had no choice but to live in Orange Street had a pitiful low enrollment rate.

So much so that three years ago, the Los Angeles city government felt that it was really unreasonable to maintain a public school for the sake of dozens of students, so it directly abolished the school district in the name of reducing unnecessary public expenses, and the remaining students were randomly transferred to nearby middle schools.

Young people in the United States are eligible to obtain a driver's license at the age of 16, while middle school students from the age of 7 to 12 are generally between the ages of 12 and 18.

Therefore, in Anton Middle School, which includes two divisions of junior high school and high school, in addition to more than two-thirds of the students who ride the school bus, nearly one-third of the students choose to drive or ride motorcycles to school by themselves.

In the midsummer sunshine, Zhang Longchu stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, licked his lips and walked off the bus with his friends, and was about to trick another whole wheat bread from Aubano when he suddenly saw two heavy motorcycles roaring into the campus in the distance, but was blocked by a tall figure with headphones, reading with his head bored, and crossing the school road from the grass.

At the last moment, the two heavy machines suddenly stopped, without causing a terrible car accident, but the rider above rushed onto the grass because of the sudden braking and almost fell down, causing a burst of laughter around.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Longchu sighed, shook his head and said, "It seems that our dear Howard is in trouble again." ”

"What, what's the trouble?" Obano, who didn't see this scene, asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, let's go, go over and have a look." Zhang Longchu shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the scene of the car accident with his dead friend.

At the same time, the two tall, sturdy, heavy machine riders wearing all-black silk imitation leather hunting suits coincidentally parked their motorcycles and took off their helmets, revealing their handsome faces, and strode violently behind the tall and thin figure that had just blocked them, and pulled the man over.

One of them, the biker who was a little taller, said in a cold voice with a chill on his face, "Hey, man, why don't you walk with your eyes?" ”

"Ah, what, what?" The tall and thin figure is obviously a student, and his facial features are quite pleasing to the eye, but he is wearing a strange floral shirt, cropped pants, and a pair of big glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

Seeing that he looked overwhelmed, another heavy machine knight roared viciously, "Are you trying to pretend to be an idiot, boy? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrogant voice suddenly came from behind, "Don't you think you're more of an idiot now, kid." ”