"Chemistry is a discipline that studies matter, and I prefer that he studies change."

"This is the process of these changes, repeatedly, in cycles, that make up the world, that make up life."

Rorschach sat in the last row, bored listening to the teacher above.

He didn't study much chemistry, but it was more than enough to deal with this kind of high school course.

Almost every weekend Rorschach spends his days at the city library, studying biology books.

While he couldn't read an entire library in a day than Clarke, Rorschach had more time to think about tidying up.

In addition, if you really don't understand something, there are so many materials for you to experiment with.

Therefore, Rorschach now not only mastered the four forms of claws, blades, hammers and whip fists, but also was able to adapt to all the environments in this area.

Mr. White was halfway through his sentence and stared straight into the corner of the classroom.

There, Whitney was talking in Lana's ear, a smile on her lips.

"Is there something wrong with your desk?"

Teacher White was not polite, and stared directly at the two sitting together.

Seeing that the teacher was looking at him, Whitney had to stand up unhurriedly and drag his chair back.

The feet of the chair scratched the ground with a screeching grinding sound.

Whitney looked at the strange-looking teacher on the podium, his eyes full of disdain and provocation.

He's the star of the school's rugby, and he's basically the captain of the school's rugby team, so he doesn't need to look at the chemistry teacher's face.

But Whitney's smile quickly faded: because the chair in his hand didn't move.

The leg of the chair appears to be stuck on a desk.

Whitney tugged a little harder again, but the chair remained still.

The noise he made had attracted the attention of the others, but now that the sound had stopped, he stood there like a fool.

Standing in front of the class like this is not the "attention" he wants.

Whitney's face was a little hung up.

"Can you move a little faster, big star? I can't even hold the chair, let alone the captain, and thank God for not sitting on the cold bench. ”

Mr. White would not let go of this excellent opportunity to mend the knife, and immediately mocked.

Feeling the eyes of the class, Whitney blushed.

"Get out of the way!"

After seeing that the owner of the stuck desk was Rorschach, Whitney did not hesitate to hold the chair with both hands and jerk it out.

Bang dang!

The obstacle just now seemed to disappear in an instant, and Whitney, who was too strong, stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

"Okay quarterback, I know you're pretty good at scoring."

Teacher White saw that the class didn't mean to listen to the class for a while, so he directly picked up the chalk and turned around to write the board book.

Whitney scrambled to his feet, patted the dust on his body, and was greeted by a burst of laughter from the class.

He stared at the "culprit" - Rorschach, who was leaning back in his chair.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Whitney had no choice but to return to his seat in anger.

Today is indeed not a good day for him.

Of course, Whitney's chair didn't actually get stuck in anything, it was a small tentacle from Rorschach's outstretched hand.

This kind of practice is the same in Rorschach's eyes as some spiritual guys in his previous life.

This is a particularly ridiculous and childish approach.

The goal is to attract the attention of others and show how unique you are.

This kind of trick Rorschach has been tired of watching in his previous life.

How could it be that Rorschach was thinking that something was going wrong, and was disturbed by that sharp voice.

Unlike Clark, Rorschach has an inexplicable sense of unhappiness with such extreme sounds.

If Whitney chooses to lean down to see where it's stuck, Rorschach retracts the tentacles that are clinging to the legs of the chair.

But since he chose to break through with brute force, then Rorschach didn't mind letting him lose face a little more.

As for the position of captain of the "football team", Rorschach did not feel that Whitney had any chance.

As long as Clark really wants to fight to become the captain, then everyone present can basically recognize the cruelty of talent.

After becoming the captain, of course, there will be many people to cling to, and Clark will get the gaze of Lana that he expects.

Besides, it's just a Whitney, and Rorschach has seen him through with his infectious vision, and he can only be considered a slightly stronger teenager at best.

Such a person will not be selected for a career after a brief period of glory in school.

Just one time he made a fool of himself in the class, how could this kind of mentality shine on the real big stage.

The final way out is nothing more than inheriting the family's farm, or going into the factory as a porter or something.

So in the face of the provocation of this group of boys, Rorschach usually doesn't plan to deal with it.

It's just that this time Whitney's arrogance obviously burned in the wrong direction, and in the end it only led to his own embarrassment.

"Alright, alright, turn to chapter six, section three."

Mr. White cleared his throat, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The classroom was quiet again, and the sound of lectures was heard in the room again.

When the bell rang and the students stood up to go for lunch, Chloe and Pete naturally gathered around Rorschach.

"If you want me to say, it's better to take rugby team insurance."

Pete was clearly still thinking about the topic of the morning, and muttered it in Rorschach's ear.

When he arrived, he scanned the classroom like a thief, and made sure that Whitney was out of the classroom before he dared to talk.

"Can you just stop thinking about it?"

Rorschach was a little helpless, this kind of petty fight, even if it really hung him up?

He and Clark had long since left the mortal realm, and this kind of thing that seemed to be a modified version of the sacrificial ritual was not worth his distraction.

"But the way he looks at you......" Pete said with a cursive neck.

He didn't say any more, because Clark had already come from the first row to Rorschach's side.

Unlike Rorschach, who looked slightly thinner, Clark could feel his strength even in normal clothes.

In the eyes of the girls, this figure and that handsome face are, of course, an invincible killer.

In the eyes of the boys, it is a sign of danger and strength.

Since Clark said he could settle the matter, Pete felt that it would be fine if he didn't get chosen.

As for Rorschach, if he was really that unlucky, he would feel sorry for him from the bottom of his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Clark flashed his trademark smile again.

"It's nothing, talking about Whitney's stupidity." Rorschach naturally picked up.

"He's really funny today."

Even Chloe, who was quiet, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Like an orangutan picking a banana and falling to the ground." Clark didn't have a good impression of Whitney either, so he naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity.

"Well, can I sit here?"

Rorschach turned his head to look and saw Lana, who was smiling like a flower.

"This is really troublesome......"