The effect of the talent [Shepherd] embedded in the talent position was immediate, and in just a moment, George felt that he seemed to be a lot more energetic, and there seemed to be endless energy in his body.

It's just that his eyebrows and eyes are drooping, as if he is not interested in everything around him, and he is like a stinky child who has just entered a new environment.

George's pedigree is mixed.

Many people in Queens have stereotypes about Asians.

For all sorts of obvious reasons, he didn't do well in school these years.

He doesn't have many friends, and he's always been the one who was bullied at school.

[Jingle bell——]

Before the bell rang for the end of class, three or five of them didn't look like they wanted to run out with a rugby ball under their fifteen or sixteen-year-old golden retriever.

They're going to grab a better venue.

Mr. Tracy's lips opened slightly, and he watched as the group of little bastards slammed open the sliding door that swayed back and forth, and what he finally wanted to say turned into a sigh.

The boys and girls walked out of the classroom one by one, and George slowly packed his things.

"Don't forget this week's homework, little George, next time we're going to debate the beginning and end of the Mexican-American War."

"Okay Mr. Tracy, I remember."

Loosening his somewhat breathless collar, George moved his gaze from the small pile of notes and books in front of him to Old Tracy's face.

"Be mental, lad, I've been working as a lumberjack in New Jersey when I'm your age."

"I know, sir. Earlier, Sarah asked me if you would like to try the Mexican spicy chicken stew she made. ”

"Forget it, I'll eat a sandwich......"

Mr. Tracy was deeply concerned about Sarah's cooking.

Sarah is George's mom in this world, of mixed Chinese and American descent, and Mr. Tracy has taught Sarah before.

Soon, Tracy also left the classroom.

Now George is the only one left here.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he appeared to be a child, his soul age was actually close to forty years old.

Someone like him...... It's hard to be friends with a bunch of kids.

But the long period of self-isolation made George look a little decrepit - not in appearance, but in temperament.

Some teachers even told Sarah that George was very unenergetic and wondered if he was suffering from depression.

Throw the bag on the book.

Maybe the strength was a little too great, and the shoulder strap actually collapsed.

He had to leave the classroom with his backpack in his hand.

"View your dashboard."

He pulls up a real-world personal panel.

George. Old. Osterman〗『Chen Quanzhou』

Strength: 17 (4+12+1)

Stamina: 16 (4+12)

Sanity: 7 (7)

Talent 1: Shepherd (Purple)

Without talent and additional attribute bonuses, George's strength and endurance are only 4, and at the age of sixteen, he is only considered a middle-aged person, but his sanity value is very considerable, probably because he has the mind of being a human in two lives.

Now inlaid with purple talent, his dual attributes are already quite terrifying in the real world, and it is estimated that he has been able to reach the peak of what ordinary people can achieve - including athletes in a state of doping.

But it should be incomparable with the few superheroes who appeared in the New York War a few years ago -

Except for Hawkeye, perhaps?

Locking the door, George yawned, then brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen on his forehead.

His hair was a little long.

The classes in the tenth grade are basically all on the first floor.

It's been a while since class ended, and it's mostly quiet.

The corridor was quiet, and the afternoon sun shone in through the entrance of the teaching building at the end of the corridor, although it was shadowed by an old tree that was about to die, but it was still warm when it fell on George.

Outside the classrooms on both sides, there are many posters made by students themselves, and the photos above show young boys and girls huddled together, and the vitality burns like a fire.

Outside the window, the wind swayed the leaves, making a rattling sound, and then the cicadas chirped.

George leaned on the inside of the entrance door to the school building, listening to the older rugby players on the playground training in teams to get into better colleges, and sometimes hearing the cheers of the girls.

He sat down in the lacquered chair that belonged to the police uncle stationed here, looked at his watch, then closed his eyes and waited for the time to pass slowly.

He is alienated from the world.

Everything that happened here felt like it was happening in another world to George.

It's June 2014.

He, George, 10th grade.

Since he entered this school, he has been sitting here with his only friend for a while after class almost every day before leaving.

There are a few boys who only develop muscles but not brains who always like to trouble them at the school gate after class, and there are probably a lot of reasons.

But if you stay here for a while, the big stupid ones will disperse themselves, lest they be caught by their stern dad or mom, who may weigh several tons in total.

It's just that the only person he can call a friend is not here today......

"George!"

A boy's voice startled him.

He popped his head out of the corner next to him, sunny, handsome, and tall, and he was the type that girls liked.

"You should have promised God that you didn't scare me."

George drooped his eyes and patted his trouser leg to his feet.

If he slapped him, he would probably be able to call a dead person.

Harry. Keener.

His only good friend.

I remember when Harry moved to George's neighborhood two years ago, he was a dirty small Tennessee farmer.

"I'm not a Catholic anymore."

Harry broke a huge piece of nougat in half with great effort, and then gave the large half to George.

"I only learned about Lamaism yesterday."

"Why?"

"They lied to me that it was insincere to do things not well these times, and asked me to pay the incense money, I think I can't spend this money in vain, so I just believe it for two days."

Harry is from Tennessee, he is a top student, but he is of Scottish descent and is too handsome, so he always makes those stupid big men who rely on his size and strength look bad.

In the past two years, he has suffered a lot of beatings with George.

Sometimes, though, they can beat it back.

After all, everyone is meat, eggs and milk, and no one is worse.

"Why didn't you come to class today?"

"I'm going to succeed in my experiment."

It was probably the nougat stuck to his teeth, and Harry couldn't breathe a little when he spoke,

"I can't leave for the past two days."

"If you really want to tinker with that thing, you might as well just ask him to give you a whole set."

"I don't think Mr. Stark wants me to do that."

Harry shrugged his shoulders as he and George walked side by side towards the outside of the school.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something,

"By the way, what do we eat at night?"

George said, "Listen to Sarah, maybe it's a Mexican spicy chicken stew?" ”

"It's Mexican again...... I really doubt that Aunt Sarah is a descendant of Chinese. ”

"Maybe her ancestors are actually from Anhui, highlighting a hodgepodge?"