Chapter Five Hundred and Seventeen It Was Detroit: Become Human
Yes, I am the school bully. Lu Zhengkang
It’s another day of being a girl. My heart is no longer disturbed. I still haven’t found the hidden conditions of alchemy, and I doubt that even if I really unlock alchemy, it won’t solve the problem. This makes me relax day by day. In fact, being a girl is nothing.
not good.
Life at the Guoyi High School is hectic, with classes six days a week and Sunday off. It’s much better than at Yonghang No. 1 Middle School, where there are no weekend holidays.
In the morning, there is cultural class. Students with special talents also have to learn knowledge. If they don't learn knowledge, they are stupid. Of course, the requirements are not high. The top student here is like a younger brother in Yonghang No. 1 Middle School.
Since classmate Su Xiangli was skeptical about my personal dignity, we each picked a rental house outside the school so that we could stay temporarily while swapping bodies to avoid some embarrassing situations.
Rental prices in Zhenjiang District are not expensive, and the conditions are quite good, which is comparable to my own standard. The standard is almost one bedroom, one living room, integrated bathroom, study room and kitchen.
Evening self-study at the National Art High School is sometimes later than that at Yonghang No. 1 Middle School. This is not because the teacher forces it, but because the students themselves like to practice more. Often the lights in the teaching building are still on in the middle of the night. Some are studying cultural classes, and some are studying cultural studies.
To practice skills.
Today is October 8th, the first day of school after the National Day. The High School Affiliated to the National Arts School really had a seven-day long holiday without any discounts. I worked so hard to change it this morning, and I didn’t enjoy such a long holiday at all.
The comfort of your vacation.
When he got up, Su Xiangli stayed in the rental house less and less, and he didn't know why. After washing up, he drank a glass of milk, ate an omelette, went downstairs, and bought a drawer of eight steamed buns.
Enjoy the faint sunshine in the early morning. At the end of the street, the red sunrise is shaded by iron-gray slender floating clouds, dyeing the eastern world a scorching gold.
Good days, good hopes.
My good mood lasted until I met those idiots in the class.
Young people always like to play with individuality. In Pugao, you can’t see many individualized young people, so they gather together in art schools. Su Xiangli’s class is Grade 1, Grade 6, with thirty-four people, thirteen boys and eleven boys.
It's non-mainstream.
In normal culture classes, everyone is in the same class, but when it comes to practicing in the afternoon, everyone goes to their respective majors. We only meet for five hours a day, but this small amount of time is enough to annoy me.
Little boys are the most hated. Facts have proved that every era has its troublesome trend culture. In my previous life, I experienced the punk culture of the 1980s. It originated from the West and was introduced to China.
As a result, a large number of killers were born.
Cultural rebellion is called punk, which represents the spirit of resistance, just like great-grandfather Lu Xuefeng.
Uncultured rebellion is called Shamate, which represents following the trend and being blind, just like the pile of trash in front of me.
Electronic tattoo stickers, fluorescent vests, mechanical exoskeletons, black eye shadow of death, masks on the back of the head, and electric shock finger tigers in the pockets. If these guys weren't watched by robot patrols, they would definitely cause violence on campus.
Of course, that was something I had to worry about when school first started. I was afraid that Susu would be entangled by these idiots who didn't learn well, so I took the time to beat them a million times, and since then they have all become enlightened.
The morning self-study has not yet started, but the classmates have already arrived. The bad boys are sitting on the desks, talking and laughing happily, making cheerful voices.
Before I entered the classroom, I knocked on the door.
Everyone turned to look at me, but I just smiled slightly. No one spoke, and suddenly the drop of a needle could be heard in the classroom.
"Sister!" The bad boys stopped making noise, jumped down from their seats one after another, and gathered in front of me timidly.
"We haven't seen you for seven days. Did you miss me?" I think the most important thing when dealing with others is to be kind, so I always smile when I talk.
The eleven rebellious boys took a step back in unison.
I frowned, and they immediately took a step forward honestly.
"Hand over everything." I took out the paper bag that contained the Xiao Long Bao buns in the morning from my satchel, unfolded it, and handed it to the boy at the front of the row. He fumbled in his pockets and stuffed all kinds of sharp objects and harmful toys into the bag.
These things are not
The ones they bought were assembled by themselves. They all have special skills. There is a kid nicknamed Liuchun who can even build simple mechanical armor. In order to dismantle his mechanical toy, I even spent some time to learn how to do it.
One [Elementary Machinery Manufacturing].
The paper bag containing the xiaolongbao was quickly filled. Only then did the fifth boy arrive. He looked embarrassed and did not dare to look at me.
"Forget it, go to the trash can and empty the stuff yourself."
I waved my hand and walked to the seat in the last row of the classroom. It was a comfortable chair with a backrest. I adjusted the height of the chairback, intending to take a nap during the morning self-study time.
Only then did several familiar girls in the class let out suppressed cheers: "Su Xiangli is back, so awesome!"
"Did the little darlings miss me?"
"I miss you so much!" The girls are young, beautiful, and full of energy, making people like them just by looking at them. Unfortunately, we already have a good name.
I had calmed down the chirping birds and was about to go to meet Duke Zhou when C Ball came over and said, "Sister, we have made a new discovery."
C Ball is also a member of the bad boys. His real name is Chang Shengying. He is a piano practitioner. He has a plump face and a very lucky face. Unfortunately, a pair of triangular eyes make him look like a smiling tiger. Coupled with his short spiky hair, he is completely
He is just a restless social idler.
This kid is quite naive, and he didn't give in after being beaten for a long time. But he was greedy, so it was easy to deal with. I left him in the classroom during lunch, and he became weak after a hungry meal. In addition, C Ball has a lively personality and loves to
Lively, likes gossip, loyal, gay, temporarily single, actually quite popular.
"What?"
"Isn't there a popular machinery hobby club on the Internet recently? During the National Day, Luk Fook joined an amateur mechanics association called AI Pure Love Society." When C Qiu spoke, the corners of his mouth raised from time to time. This was his personal habit.
When I make love at the corner of my mouth, there is a dimple on the left side of my face, which is very obvious.
When I heard this nonsense name, I immediately thought, "ai pure love? Isn't this thing irregular?"
"That's not true, but there are many illegal videos in this club."
I was furious, "Is there such a thing? You must give me a cure!"
C Ball looked embarrassed, "Sister, don't get me wrong, it's not that kind of violation."
"That's that kind of violation! If you say something and don't say anything, you'll be hesitant and hesitant, and if you try to whet my appetite, your lunch will become my fist!"
"Well, it's actually a matter on the U.S. federal side. Minors and citizens below social security level four are not allowed to watch relevant news."
"What happened over there?"
"Detroit of the United States is occupied by androids."
