The two found their own numbered lockers in the corridor on the first floor.
It is worth mentioning that American middle schools implement a walking class system. Teachers are fixed in one classroom. Students do not have fixed classes, classrooms, and classmates. Instead, they run back and forth in different classrooms according to the curriculum.
A dedicated storage cabinet for storing books and sundries is necessary.
Dean carefully checked his locker. Except for the neatly stacked teaching materials and stationery, there was no clue.
He glanced at the class schedule on the back of the cabinet door again, and then followed Rust and stepped on the school bell to arrive at a small classroom with twenty-five people.
"Morning, Mr. Caddell."
A thin woman wearing a women's suit with extremely deep nasolabial folds and thick glasses smiled gently.
"Morning, Rust, Dean."
She took out a pile of daily tests from the drawer and asked the two of them to distribute them.
Dean got an A+, which is about 97 to 100 points.
"I actually completed my homework meticulously before leaving. I must have been a perfectionist before!"
He looked through his previous homework, whether it was algebra, trigonometry or geometry, they were all A and A+.
But other people here don't care about their grades. They chat about late-night adult shows like crazy, touch up their makeup in front of the mirror, eat hamburgers secretly, sleep, and stare out the window in a daze. Less than a quarter of them are paying attention to the lectures.
But this is normal. Most students in public schools enter the workforce with a high school diploma. After graduation, there are still many people who cannot even understand the most basic four arithmetic operations within 100.
Dean feels that his advantage is not small;
"If there is no result in the investigation or the rewards given by the system are too low, I will copy some songs and become a copywriter to earn the first pot of gold. Then I will go to a good university and study chip-related majors to kill the future king of all evil mines and leather jackets in advance. Huang's road is blocked, which will benefit thousands of brothers who will play games in the future."
…
In the middle of the class, Dean was called upon by the teacher to solve a problem, and he walked onto the podium with great grace, writing as fast as he could.
"Did these Chinese people secretly stuff a calculator into their brains and become so good at mathematics?" The freckled man in the back row stared at the blackboard with an annoyed look on his face. The dense numbers and formulas were like a holy book to him, so why should that guy? Can you do it easily?
"Man, understand these poor guys."
The fat man rubbed his sleepy eyes and joked,
"If they don't learn math well, they can't even work as supermarket cashiers, casino dealers, or chefs."
"Idiot! Do these jobs need to be counted? Can't the homeless man next to the dumpster do it too?"
A burst of laughter erupted in the room.
The hand moving on the blackboard suddenly stopped, and Dean took a deep breath.
"Quiet!" Kadel slapped the podium with his pointer and glared at the heads in the back row. "Whoever says another word, I guarantee that his parents will show up in the office!"
A trace of panic flashed across the fat man's fat face, and then he looked at Dean with a playful smile.
"We were just joking with our friends. Right, brother, you're not that stingy, are you?"
Dean's face was expressionless. He had lived for nineteen years in his previous life, and he had never been afraid of anyone when it came to fighting.
But for the first time here, it’s better to keep a low profile and exercise restraint.
"But don't mess with me again."
After math class, Dean ran to three classrooms in a row...social science, English, and reading, and never encountered any blatant sarcasm.
However, he discovered that there were more differences from China. There was only three minutes of breathing time between classes here, which was not scientific at all.
Lunch break.
A table in the corner of the cafeteria.
Rust took a bite of a tuna burger, stuffed another fries covered in ketchup, sipped yogurt, and his face swelled like a squirrel.
"Man, are you still mad at those idiots?"
Dean shook his head and feebly took out a spicy twizzler from the plate. He didn't know why sweets and snacks were considered the staple food here, and he carefully stuffed it into his mouth.
hiss--
Strawberry flavor, tooth-droppingly sweet!
The only advantage of the cafeteria meals is that they are free.
But except for the black man in the corner and penniless paupers like him, most students bring meals from home, or spend money to buy more delicious pasta, bacon, egg rolls, tacos...
"I was thinking about that thing you mentioned this morning, Bob Lowe."
"You really don't remember? You were hit on the head and lost your memory, right?" Rust gave his friend a strange look.
Dean didn't deny it, "Let's get to the point!"
"Yesterday afternoon, this rich second generation called two followers of the baseball team to force you into a car and take you away."
Dean's head trembled, so after this little gangster took his predecessor away, his predecessor committed suicide?
As he thought this, the progress in the system suddenly jumped forward by a full ten percent, to twenty percent!
"This is the idea!" Dean was excited.
It's just that after he checked, there were no obvious wounds on his body, and his butt didn't hurt. What had he gone through before he had a mental breakdown?
"Sorry, brother, I can't help you with my small arms and legs. Otherwise, Bob Lowe will hang me on the barbed wire fence next to the baseball field for an exhibition. You should understand what kind of feeling you have experienced, right?" Ste held up the yogurt apologetically,
"And Bob Lowe's family is very wealthy and runs casinos, hotels, and movie theaters. No one dares to go against him."
"Have I ever been hung up on a baseball field fence?" Dean was curious.
"Let me calculate, 1, 2... you were hung up five times. But if you ask me, if you don't get pointed at me, it's actually pretty cool up there."
Rust shook his light brown short hair casually, but there was still a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"That bastard is a rich second generation and an adult. Why do you always bully little people like us?"
"I am short and born like a doormat. As for you, because you have the blood of the Celestial Dynasty. He often made trouble for you in the past. I thought you were used to it."
"But no one cares?"
"I can't control him. He has a rich background, and we are just unknown people. The smarter ones all know how to choose...and he is very cunning. Most of the time, he makes some disgusting remarks, and only repairs us severely when there are no outsiders."
Rust paused.
"A gangster like him likes to harass people from China."
Dean nodded. He had heard many versions of some things in later generations - Chinese Americans like to save money, keep things quiet, and don't like to call the police.
Seeing his melancholy expression, Rust took off a small piece of hamburger and handed it over.
"The food is not to your liking? Here, try my mother's cooking."
"Well, it's great... not inferior to a five-star hotel chef." Dean looked at the other party's concerned face, and his irritability eased a little. His predecessor was not useless, at least he made a good friend in school.
"Dean, please bear with me for another year... Your grades are usually very good. 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 the light of hope shone in his bright black eyes.
"The Ivy League is a bit difficult, but PAC9 has no pressure on you... No, it should be called PAC10 (Pacific Ten Conference). The University of Arizona is very good not long after joining the alliance. It is not too far from Las Vegas. Maybe we can still be alumni."
There was a sincere smile on that handsome face,
Dean shook his head, he was such an innocent and simple child.
When he thought about this, he looked up and was stunned.
A muscular arm suddenly pressed on Rust's shoulder, pulling him backwards before he could react.
Rust sat down on the ground, and the hamburger in his hand rolled to the feet of a big man. He grinned in pain and blushed. He was about to curse, but when he looked up and saw the perpetrator, he turned into a little sick cat again and half-complained. Can't send it out either.
Three big men in blue baseball shirts stood at the table: a lean and short second baseman, a center fielder with thick hands and a thick neck, and a first baseman who was as strong as a black bear standing upright. Under the clothes, you can see clearly defined muscle.
They had just finished training. There were still beads of sweat on their foreheads. Their eyes under their short hair were full of aggression. They turned to Dean in the seat.
"You have not been disciplined by your parents since you were a child. Do you know how to be polite? Get out of here while I am in a good mood!"
The strongest man sat down on Rust's seat, slumped back and hooked his hands, and the two followers placed the yogurt and dinner plate in front of him.
He smiled and mouthed silently to Dean.
chink.
Then, he reached out and patted Dean's cheek with utmost disdain.
Dean's smile disappeared completely.
Isn't this round-faced burly man the Bob Lowe in the driver's seat of the red sports car?
Without the cover of the huge toad mirror, the aquiline nose occupying half of the face was revealed.
The whole person looked gloomy and domineering.
Is this the second time?
Insult in person.
And the baseball field is next door, so what qualifications does an outsider have in the canteen?
Dean's face became extremely pale, and his whole body and the fingers holding the knife began to tremble uncontrollably. A stream of heat rose from his tailbone, and an electric current made his hair stand on end.
Fear made him tremble.
This is the instinct left by the body.
He didn't know what Bob had done to his predecessor.
That makes him so scared, deep into his bones!
"Let's go, Dean!"
Rust hurriedly grabbed his friend who seemed to be stunned and pulled him out of his seat.
"Stay further away! Don't let us see it. Haha!"
"Coward, coward. Get out, this is not the place you should be!"
There was a burst of ridicule around, and some of the companions looked sympathetic.
But most of them looked like they were watching a good show and pointed teasingly at the pair of "good brothers" who had fled.
They supported each other in funny postures, like two clowns whose hands and feet were uncoordinated.
"Dean, let's go to the lawn. It's quieter there and more comfortable to have lunch!"
Rust comforted his trembling friend next to him, and suddenly felt a huge force surge in his hand.
He was almost knocked over and his eyes widened in horror. A black shadow quickly disappeared from his field of vision and rushed towards the corner!
No one reacted, and no one expected it.
boom!
Dean rushed behind Bob in a fit of anger, picked up the glass bowl filled with creamy mushroom pasta on the table, and hit him hard on the back of the head.
Click.
Amidst the crisp sound of glass breaking, the cylindrical spaghetti splashed in mid-air, creating a wonderful arc like an oil painting. The milky white soup covered the brown hair, revealing a tinge of blood red.
Ding!
Start combat recording.
A strange reminder flashed before my eyes.
But Dean, who was so angry that he didn't have time to check, just wanted to vent his frustration and anger!
one way ticket
one way ticket!
Sooner or later, a disco song comes on the radio.
"One way ticket one way ticket to the blue! (A one-way ticket to sadness)"
Dean moved like lightning, his hands wrapped around Bob's neck like steel pliers and pulled him back fiercely. Bob was still in the sudden and severe pain, but he still hadn't recovered from it.
The strong upper body fell to the ground in the same awkward shape as Rust before.
The fall was even worse.
His feet were stuck between the table and chair.
His back hit the ground hard and he fell down in an extremely awkward position!
At the same time, extremely suppressed curses sounded in my ears——
"fxck you!"
Dean's extremely suppressed roar!
"Choo choo train chuggin' down the track... (train, work hard)"
Turn around and squat down, press your left knee on Bob's lower abdomen, hit the trachea with the fist of your left hand, raise your right hand, and aim at the round face!
boom!
Nosebleeds splash!
Half of Bob's face and one fist with protruding knuckles were dyed red.
The sound of entering the flesh is like beating leather.
Gotta travel on ain't never coming back (I gotta travel on ain't never coming back.)
Raise your hand.
The fist turned into an afterimage.
Left hook, right straight punch.
Bob's left eye was red, swollen and purple, with tears streaming down his face and he looked dazed.
“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 follower jumped directly over the dining table and kicked Dean on the side arm. The huge force instantly kicked him away.
Dean stood up again and pounced on the man checking Bob's injury like a wolf. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he kicked him in the waist.
He fell sideways, knocking over the table full of plates.
"Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!"
The chaos in the cafeteria turned into a pot of porridge, and the crowd rushed over like a tide.
Bye my love, my baby is leavin' me
A strong black man grabbed Dean's waist from behind. Taking advantage of his huge body advantage, he lifted his feet off the ground and pushed him forward, making his cheek touch the cold ground.
The chaos is over!
Two tall men, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Dean's arms. Compared to Bob who was beaten violently, his image became very miserable in just a short moment.
The skin on my back and waist was broken, and there was a burning pain. There was a big bump on my forehead, and blood oozed from my lips.
But a pair of red eyes stared intently at the unrecognizable Bob who kept wiping away the blood.
A cheerful smile spread across his lips.
All the previous fears disappeared!
This rich second-generation bastard is just an ordinary person who can get hurt!
Why should I be afraid of him?
"Did this brother smoke too much grass today to become so good?"
exclaimed a Latino.
"You dare to punch Bob, you are a warrior!"
A black man saluted him humorously.
In the cafeteria, pairs of eyes were in disbelief.
This poor guy whose parents disappeared early has no one to protect him. He is as docile and honest as a little sheep. He has always looked down upon everyone, but today he seemed to be crazy and possessed. He attacked the sponsor of the baseball stadium and beat him to death. Headache and bleeding!
Bob was wrapping his ravaged red nose with a white square scarf. His face was red and swollen, and he was extremely miserable. He had completely lost his previous arrogance.
Bob spat blood.
boom!
A punch hit Dean hard in the abdomen.
The huge force and pain made him curl up like a cooked shrimp.
"Idiot... I admit that I underestimated you, but I didn't expect you to dare to take action."
Bob rubbed his fists, his tone full of malice and disgust,
"But you're done, so many pairs of eyes are watching you, get ready to get out!"
"Shut up!"
Dean stared at Bob with wide eyes.
"You damn racist? You fat pig that smells like copper, did you eat your fill in the toilet? You sprayed shit in front of me again and again!"
"Especially yesterday, what did you do to me? Don't you remember?"
"Do you think I will endure it forever?"
Dean asked coldly, the bloodshot eyes at the corners made him look a little nervous.
"Everything depends on evidence, don't blame me randomly!"
Bob looked calm.
The faces of the people watching became strange.
Everyone knows that so-called racism has always existed, and Chinese Americans are at the bottom of the discrimination chain, but no one has exposed this hidden 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 the cowardly predecessor. From now on, he will never be a coward!
…
"You all go back to your seats to eat, what are you doing standing around here?!"
A majestic voice sounded,
The crowd immediately dispersed, pretending to be eating, but their eyes were fixed on the situation here.
Principal Ulysses, who was wearing a suit and ties, glanced at the two men who were not human-shaped.
"Come to the office with me."
"Man, cool!"
Beside the man, the short Rust, who had moved in for reinforcements, gave Dean a thumbs up in emotion.
