The two found an exclusive numbered locker in the hallway on the first floor.

It is worth mentioning that American middle schools implement a shift system, where teachers are fixed in one classroom, and students do not have fixed classes, classrooms, and classmates, but run back and forth in different classrooms according to the curriculum.

A dedicated locker for books and miscellaneous items is necessary.

Dean carefully checked his locker, and there were no clues except for neatly stacked textbooks and stationery.

He glanced at the timetable on the back of the cabinet door, and followed Rust to a small classroom of twenty-five people.

"Morning, Mr. Cardell."

Ladies in suits, nasolabial folds are extremely deep, and a thin woman with thick glasses smiled gently,

"Morning, Rust, Dean."

She took out a bunch of her usual quizzes from a drawer and told the two of them to distribute them.

Dean got an A+, which translates to about 97 to 100 points.

"Before 'leaving', I actually completed my homework meticulously, and I was a perfectionist before!"

He went through his previous assignments, whether it was algebra, trigonometry, or geometry, all A and A+.

But the rest of the people here didn't care about grades, chatting about late-night adult shows like demons, touching up makeup in front of the mirror, stealing burgers, sleeping, looking out the window in a daze, and listening attentively to less than a quarter.

But this is normal, most of the students in public schools enter the social work with a high school Chinese certificate, and there are still many people after graduation who do not even understand the most basic four operations within a hundred.

Dean feels that the advantage is not small,

"If the investigation is inconclusive or the reward given by the system is too weak, I will copy some songs and become a copyist to earn the first pot of gold, and then take the exam to a good university and study chip-related majors, and block the road of the future king of all evil mines and leather clothes in advance, so as to benefit thousands of brothers who play games in the future."

…

In the middle of the class, Dean was named by the teacher to solve the problem, and walked up to the podium generously, moving his pen like flying.

"Did this group of Chinese secretly stuff a calculator into their brains, so good at math?" The freckled man in the back row stared at the blackboard with a disgruntled face, the dense numbers and formulas were like a book to him, how could that guy do it so easily?

"Man, understand these poor guys."

The fat man rubbed his sleepy eyes and quipped,

"If they don't learn math well, they won't even be able to do a supermarket cashier, a casino dealer, or a cook."

"Idiot! Do these jobs need to be counted? Can't the homeless man next to the dumpster also do it? ”

There was a burst of laughter in the room.

The moving hand on the blackboard slammed, and Dean took a deep breath,

"Quiet!" Cardel slapped the podium with his whip and glared at a few thorns in the back row, "Whoever says more, I guarantee that his parents will be in the office!" ”

A trace of panic flashed across the fat man's fat face, and then he looked at Dean with a hippie smile,

"We were just joking with our friends. Isn't you, brother, you're not that stingy, are you? ”

Dean was expressionless, he had lived nineteen years in his previous life, and when it came to fighting, he had never been afraid of anyone.

But when you first arrive, you should keep a low profile and restraint.

"But don't mess with me again."

After math class, Dean ran three classrooms in a row non-stop... Social sciences, English, reading, no more blatant sarcasm.

However, he found that it was more different from the Celestial Empire, and there was only three minutes of breathing time between classes here, which was not scientific at all.

Siesta.

A table in the corner of the cafeteria.

Rust took a bite of a tuna burger, stuffed another tomato sauce-stained fries, and took a sip of yogurt, his face swollen like a squirrel.

"Dude, are you still mad at those idiots?"

Dean shook his head and weakly pulled a spicy strip of twizzlers from his plate, he didn't know why he was making candy snacks a staple, he carefully stuffed it into his mouth.

Hiss –

Strawberry flavor, so sweet that you lose your teeth!

The only advantage of the canteen is that it is free.

But with the exception of the black man in the corner and the penniless poor man like him, most of the students brought meals from home, or spent money on more delicious pasta, bacon, egg rolls, taco...

"I'm thinking about the incident you mentioned this morning, Bob Lowe."

"You really don't remember? It can't be that he was beaten to the head and lost his memory, right? Rust gave his friend a strange look,

Dean didn't deny it, "Get to the point!" ”

"Yesterday afternoon, this rich second generation called two baseball team attendants to forcibly put you in the car and take you away."

Di An's head was stunned, so after this little gangster took his predecessor away, his predecessor committed suicide?

Thinking so, the progress in the system suddenly jumped a full ten percent, to twenty percent!

"That's the way to go!" Di's head was uplifted.

It's just that he checked it, there were no obvious scars on his body, and his butt didn't hurt, so what did he go through before he had a psychological breakdown?

"I'm sorry, brother, I can't help you with my little arms and legs, otherwise, Bob Law will hang me on the barbed wire fence next to the baseball stadium for an exhibition, what kind of taste have you experienced, you should understand?" Rust held up the yogurt apologetically,

"And Bob Lowe's family is very wealthy, running casinos, hotels, and movie theaters, and no one dares to oppose him."

"I was also hung on the baseball stadium net?" Dean is curious,

"I calculate, 1, 2... You've been hung up exactly five times. But if I want to say, if you don't get pointed, it's actually pretty cool up there. ”

Rust shook his short pale brown hair casually, but there was still a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"That bastard, a rich second generation and an adult, why do you always bully small characters like us?"

"I'm short, and I'm born like a pouch. As for you, because you have Celestial Empire blood. He's been in trouble with you a lot in the past, and I thought you'd get used to it. ”

"But no one cares?"

"It doesn't matter, he has a deep background, and we are just nobodies, and the smarter ones know how to choose... And he is very cunning, most of the time he verbally disgusts people, and only repairs us when there are no outsiders. ”

Rust paused,

"A thug like him likes to harass the Celestial Empire."

Dean nodded, there were some things he had heard many versions of in later generations - Chinese loved to save money, settled things quietly, and did not like to call the police.

Seeing that his face was melancholy, Rust handed over a small piece of burger.

"Not to your liking? Here, try my mother's craft. ”

"Hmm, great... Not inferior to a five-star hotel chef. Dean looked at the other party's concerned face, his irritability eased slightly, and his predecessor was not useless, at least he had made a good friend at school.

"Dean, bear with me for another year... You usually have good grades, and if you wait until next spring to get your SAT scores, you can definitely get a good university..."

The corners of Rust's mouth were slightly curved, and his dark eyes flashed with hope,

"The Ivy is a bit difficult, but PAC9 is no pressure on you... No, it's time to call it PAC10, the University of Arizona is very good when we first joined the alliance, it's not too far from Las Vegas, and maybe we can continue to be alumni when the time comes. ”

That handsome face showed a sincere smile,

Dean shook his head, what an innocent and innocent child.

He looked up at this thought and was stunned.

A muscular arm suddenly pressed against Rust's shoulder, dragging him backwards before he could react.

Rust sat down on the ground, the hamburger in his hand rolled to the feet of a large man, he bared his teeth in pain, blushed and just wanted to scold, but when he looked up and saw the perpetrator, he had become a little sick cat again, and he couldn't complain.

Three big men in blue baseball shirts stood at the table: a lean and short second baseman, a middlefielder with thick hands and a thick neck, and a first baseman who was as strong as a man standing up like a black bear, and the muscles of the barrier could be seen under the clothes.

They had just finished training, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their eyes under their short hair were full of aggression, and they turned to Dean who was seated.

"Since I was a child, I haven't been disciplined by my parents, do I know how to be polite? While I'm in a good mood, get out! ”

The strongest man sat down in Rust's position, slumped back and hooked his hands, and the two henchmen put the yogurt and dinner plate in front of him.

He smiled and silently lip-sucked at Dean.

chink。

Then, he reached out and patted Dean on the cheek with disdain.

Dean's smile disappeared completely.

Isn't this round-faced strong man Bob Law in the driver's seat of a red sports car?

Without the pair of giant toad mirrors, the hooked nose that occupies half of the face is revealed.

The whole person looks gloomy and domineering.

This is the second time, right?

Insults to your face.

And the baseball stadium is next door, an off-campus person, what qualifications does it have to eat in the cafeteria?

Dean's face turned extremely pale, his whole body, the fingers holding the knife, began to tremble uncontrollably, and a stream of heat rose from the tail vertebrae, and the current generally made his hair stand upside down.

Fear, made him tremble.

It's an instinct left over from the body.

He didn't know exactly what Bob had done to his predecessor.

will make him so scared, deep into the bone marrow!

"Let's go, Dean!"

Rust hurriedly grabbed his friend as if he was being scared and pulled him out of his seat.

"Farther away! Don't let us see it. Ha ha! ”

"Cowards, cowards. Get out of here, this is not the place for you! ”

A burst of ridicule erupted around, and some of his companions looked at him with sympathy,

But most of them looked like they were watching a good show, and jokingly pointed out the pair of "good brothers" who fled in the wilderness.

Hold each other in a funny posture, like two clowns whose hands and feet are out of harmony.

"Dean, let's go to the lawn, it's quieter over there, and it's more comfortable to have lunch!"

Rust comfortingly grabbed his trembling friend, and suddenly felt a huge force surging in his hand.

He was almost overturned, his eyes widened in horror, and a black shadow quickly disappeared from his field of vision, rushing into the corner!

No one reacted, and no one expected it.

Bang!

Dean rushed behind Bob in a fit of rage, picked up the glass bowl of buttery mushroom pasta on the table, and slammed it into the back of his head.

Click.

With the crisp sound of glass shattering, the cylindrical spaghetti splattered in mid-air with a wonderful arc like an oil painting, and the milky white soup smeared the brown hair, revealing a touch of oozing blood red.

Bite!

Turn on the battle log.

A strange hint flashed in front of my eyes.

But the angry Dean didn't have time to check, he just wanted to vent his grievances and anger!

One Way Ticket

one way ticket！

Neither morning nor evening, a disco song was played on the radio.

“one way ticket one way ticket to the blue！ (a one-way ticket to sorrow)"

Dean moved like electricity, and his hands wrapped around Bob's neck like steel tongs and pulled him back, and Bob still didn't recover from the sudden sharp pain.

The strong upper body fell to the ground in embarrassment like Rust before,

The fall was even worse.

His feet were stuck between the tables and chairs.

The back hits the ground hard and falls in an awkward position!

At the same time, an extremely suppressed curse sounded in his ears -

“fxck you!”

Dean's suppressed roar!

“Choo choo train chuggin’ down the track… (Train, hard work)"

Turn around and squat, press Bob's lower abdomen with your left knee, hit your trachea with your left fist, and raise your right hand to aim at your round face!

Bang!

Nosebleeds splash!

Stained half of Bob's face and a fist with a protruding knuckle

The sound of entering the flesh is like defeat.

Gotta travel on ain't never coming back. ）

Raise your hand.

The fist turned into an afterimage.

Left hook, right straight.

Bob's left eye was red, swollen and purple, tears flowed down his face, and he looked in a trance.

"Oh oh got a on way ticket to the blue" ）”

Dean opened his bow left and right and raised his third punch.

But the baseball team has recovered from the raid.

Bob's henchman crossed the table directly and kicked Dean in the side arm, kicking him away with tremendous force.

Dean got back to his feet, wolf-like and lunged at the man checking on Bob's injuries, kicking him in the waist while he was unprepared.

He fell on his side, knocking over the plates all over the table.

“Holy shit！”

“Oh my god！”

The chaos in the cafeteria became a pot of porridge, and the crowd poured over.

Bye my love, my baby is leavin' me

A strong black man grabbed Dean by the waist from behind, and with a huge physical advantage, he directly hugged him with his feet off the ground, and then pressed forward, making his cheeks close to the cold ground.

The chaos is over!

Two tall men, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Dean's arm, and compared to being beaten to Bob, his image became miserable in a short moment.

The skin on his back and waist was torn, and he stabbed like a fire, and a large bag rose on his forehead, and his lips were oozing blood.

But a pair of reddened eyes stared at the unrecognizable Bob who was constantly wiping blood.

A smile opens at the corner of his mouth.

All the fears of the past are gone!

This rich second-generation bastard is just an ordinary person who can get hurt!

Why should I be afraid of him?

"Did this brother suck too much grass today, and became so kind."

A Latino admiration.

"Dare to punch Bob, you're a warrior!"

A black man gave him a humorous salute.

In the cafeteria, a pair of eyes are in disbelief,

This poor worm whose parents disappeared early has no one to protect him, he is docile and honest like a little sheep, and he has always bowed his eyebrows to everyone, but today he seems to have gone crazy and obsessed, and attacked the sponsor of the baseball stadium fiercely, beating him to the point of bleeding!

Bob was wrapping his ravaged red nose in a white scarf, his face was red and swollen, miserable, and completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

Bob spat at the bloody froth.

Bang!

A punch that hit Dean hard in the abdomen.

The tremendous force, the pain, made him curl up like a cooked shrimp.

"Idiots... I admit that I underestimated you, but I didn't expect you to dare to make a move. ”

Bob rubbed his fists, his tone full of malice and disgust,

"But you're done, so many pairs of eyes watching, you're ready to get out!"

“Shut up！”

Dean stared at Bob with wide eyes,

"You damn racist? Fat pig covered in copper smell, have you eaten in the toilet? Squirting feces all over my mouth in front of me again and again! ”

"Especially yesterday, what did you do to me? Don't remember? ”

"You think I'm going to put up with it forever?"

Dean asked coldly, the bloodshot at the corners of his eyes made him look a little nervous,

"Pay attention to evidence in everything, don't put a hat on me!"

Bob looked calm.

The faces of the onlookers turned strange.

Everyone knows that the so-called racism has always existed, and Chinese Americans are at the bottom of the discrimination chain, but no one has exposed this unspoken rule in public, and no one cares.

Otherwise, he will be isolated.

But Dean doesn't think so, he is who he is, no longer a cowardly predecessor, from now on, he will never be a turtle with a shrunken head!

……

"Let's all go back to our seats to eat, what are you doing here?!"

A majestic voice rang out,

The crowd suddenly dispersed, pretending to eat, but their eyes were locked on the situation here.

The headmaster Ulysses, who was in a suit and leather shoes, swept his gaze over the two inhuman-shaped men.

"You come with me to the office."

"Dude, cool!"

Beside the man, the little Rust who had moved to the rescue gave Dean a thumbs up movingly.