"Fifth place, Kevin Nipfen, a high school student from Sacford County Public High School on Long Island, New York, was the No. 1 player in the New York State American Wrestling High School League, and his profile says that he has won many tournament honors, and it stands to reason that he should be able to be recruited directly with a full scholarship from a top school, I don't know why he came here, he wrote it himself, and he wanted to get healing and warmth."

……

“F*ck！ Kevin, that guy probably won't be able to heal his back injury for the rest of his life! ”

In New York, in a dark alley, a drunken white young man was smashed to the ground by a powerful back fall like a broken sack, and his chest was even smashed out of a muffled sound!

Known to his companions as Kevin, he was a tall, athletic white high school student who turned around and walked out of the alley without looking at his opponent who had been thrown by him.

"You damn little bastard, I'm going to ......" The drunkard staggered to his feet, pulled a folding knife out of his pocket, and rushed towards Kevin!

"Testify for me, officer, he took the initiative to attack me, and he was in possession of a murder weapon, so I had no choice but to defend myself."

As Kevin finished speaking to his companion, he dodged the drunkard's attack with a nimble slide that didn't match his muscular body, and then hugged the drunkard's waist with both hands, and suddenly exerted his strength! Leaning back, a human piling machine smashes the white man headfirst to the ground.

I heard a bang on the ground! Kevin let go of his hand, and the drunkard's body fell to the ground like noodles, and he passed out completely, motionless.

"You see, he deliberately wounded someone, officer." Kevin got up, rubbed his waist, walked over to his companion, picked up a Gatorade in his hand, and poured it into his mouth.

And his companion, a black policeman who also looked young, looked at the white man on the ground and swallowed nervously.

"Kevin, New York may need Spider-Man in the comics, but it may not be needed in reality...... Thanks to you for patrolling the streets with me, I've caught seventeen bastards this week, and the captain has advised me to be sensible and not to be so heavy again, so that taxpayers' money should not be spent on treating these bastards. ”

"You'll be promoted soon, we're like Batman and Director Gordon, you can't do it, I'll help you solve it." Drinking Gatorade, Kevin patted the other man on the shoulder and said.

The policeman sighed: "I think you are clearly using these unlucky ghosts to vent your anger at being forced to say goodbye to your career, it has nothing to do with justice, Kevin, let these poor bastards go, they are not heinous murderers, just some bad behaved guys, yesterday there was a black stupid* who was broken by you, because he kept screaming underneath, and was not really wrongconvicted by a rookie doctor in the emergency room of a public hospital, or malicious revenge, anyway, although that guy was finally connected to the bone, he was cut off two eggs." ”

"Today is the last day, and tomorrow I'm going to a summer camp." Kevin took his coat from the other hand, put it on his body, and walked out of the alley.

……

"Sixth, Frank Grillo, an Italian-American high school student at Rockland County Public High School in New York, was the top-ranked American wrestler in the Rockland County High School League, hoping to earn honors through summer camp, get into elite schools, and learn to be independent. I think he could act as a security guard for this summer camp with the guy named Kevin above. ”

……

In the suburbs of Rockland County, New York, in an independent house, on the homemade swing in the backyard, a high school student with a fierce face and a strong body was swinging a small swing that obviously did not match his figure.

"Frank, are you listening to me and playing in the backyard?" A gentle female voice rang out in the room.

The high school student responded depressedly, "I'm here, Mom!" Like when I was four years old, I sat on the swing and had a good time. ”

"Very good, I have prepared fourteen pairs of underwear for you in the suitcase, do you think it is enough for you to change?" The woman asked aloud.

Frank lowered his head and sighed in despair.

"Frank~~Mom is asking you~~"

A neighbor next door replied in a mocking tone at home, "If Frank's ass wasn't machine-polished, I think it would be enough, Mrs. Grillo!" ”

Then he poked his head out and said to Frank Grillo, who was swinging with his head down: "I really envy you for graduating from high school and not washing your underwear yourself, Frank, it's so happy to be an Italian, I have a hunch that everyone in that summer camp can be your babysitter, and when you see them, I wish them good luck." ”

……

"Seventh place, Stephen Binn, who can be called the perfect rich boy, an elite high school student who has booked a place at Stanford University by virtue of his ability before participating in this summer camp, the reason for participating in this summer camp, he wrote on it because of boredom and waiting, but did not write what to wait for."

……

Manhattan, New York, Dolan Senior Psychology Clinic.

With a smile on his face, Stephen Lane lay on the recliner opposite the psychiatrist Dolan, closed his eyes and said in a relaxed tone:

"I grew up in happiness, at least compared to the vast majority of my American peers, the first day I got my license, my family gave me a limited edition Lotus sports car, when I got my small airplane license, my family gave me a small airplane, all red, very dazzling, by the way, I also have three arcade machines loaded with the latest games at home......"

"Stephen, you know my father has been the Benn family's psychiatrist since then, right? Our father and son have served the Binn family for decades, and as I said, you are now suffering from a mental illness that is gradually getting worse, and what you have tried to hide before me at this time is ineffective. The doctor interrupted Stephen and spoke.

Stephen laughed, "No kidding, Dr. Dolan, how is that possible?" You know, my grandfather is now lying in the hospital with all kinds of tubes in his mouth, and I just have to wait for him to close his eyes completely, and according to his will, I can inherit a large amount of property, deducting taxes, about 600 million dollars, and I don't think I will have mental illness in this case, if hope is also mental illness, then I may be considered to have it. ”

"That's right, of course I know about this, on the surface, you have performed better than the other brothers and sisters, and you are undoubtedly the best young man of the Byne family's generation, but I can say for sure, Steve, in the past eighteen years, in order to become the best heir of the Byne family, you have made you suffer from depression, autism, and emotional disorders, according to my understanding of mental illness, after inheriting the property, you will undoubtedly change to the empty disorder of getting rich, as well as alcoholism, drug addiction and other serious substance dependence diseases, I suggest you ......"

"Shut up! Dr. Dolan! Stephen Lane abruptly stood up from the recliner and stared fiercely at the psychiatrist across from him: "I don't have any problems!" Soon, I was the richest eighteen-year-old in the country! I will have it all! What I lacked before, I can get after I reap the riches! ”

With that, Stephen Beam picked up his backpack and walked towards the door, saying in an irritated tone, "I'm going to a summer camp to pass the time waiting for my grandfather to pass the time, I won't have time to visit you again this month, Dr. Dolan, and, next time you see me, remember to treat me with the same respect as my grandfather, because then it's up to me to decide if you need to continue to serve the Pen family." ”

"yes, my therapeutic advice is to make friends by attending a summer camp or something before you inherit your property." Looking at the empty recliner, Dr. Dolan shrugged and said, "The right decision." ”