C51 (1/2)

”Today's homework is still on the Civil War in the United States. I will write a five page paper with the title 'What freedom means to black slaves' as my title …” See you next week. ”

As the bell rang after class, I switched from flying mode to daily power saving mode.

Half a year ago, he had arrived in the United States. Once he got off the plane, he immediately went to the Brain Hospital.

What Shuyue said was right, her mother's complexion looked much better, all the various signs of her body had also been mostly healed, and she would occasionally speak in a daze.

The doctor said that it would take more than half a year for her brain function to recover. As for whether she could recover completely, that would depend on her will.

In order to make it convenient to see my mother, Shuyue called a private high school for me. It was in a small town not far from the Atlanta. A two-hour bus ride on the weekend would take them to the hospital.

The only drawback is that small towns are not as good as big cities. At seven or eight in the evening, there isn't even a shadow of us on the road.

In the beginning, I complained that the place that Shuyue found was too remote, but later on I found out that the tall buildings in the movie were just wishful thinking. Other than the few fixed spots in the big cities, the rest of the United States is just a huge rural area.

Sometimes, when you think about it, even the Murderers in the third-tier cities in China are better than the avant-garde here.

No pancakes, no mutton skewers, no pearl milk tea, no Shaxian snacks, for a foodie like me, this is the most torturous.

The only Chinese restaurant within a hundred miles was owned by a big black brother, who sold only two famous Chinese foods in the United States: Zuo Zongtang chicken and sesame beef.

According to my observations over the past few months, Zuo Zongtang's chicken had nothing to do with Zuo Zongtang, and there was no sesame seed in the beef.

Shuyue bought me a bicycle, a mobile phone and a computer.

After settling down, she disappeared without any warning one morning.

They weren't on guard at all.

From the forty or fifty skincare products that had disappeared from the dressing table at the same time, I deduced that she had walked away on her own and not been kidnapped.

Shuyue did not tell me where she was going nor when she would be back. She only left a note on the table.

[Luo Chuan: 4703887689.]

Luo Chuan was the handsome Wu Yan Zu Stelle who had been watching the video with her.

What she meant was that he needed to read the book and attend the class. If he encountered any problems, he would look for Bei Tai to solve them.

Fortunately, American high school is not like the Chinese high school Alexander, as long as the time of the day appeared in school can be fooled. Especially for mathematics, the hardest topic to solve before history was just the level of second year algebra. The teacher was still worried that no one would be able to do it, so he gave everyone a computer.

As long as I don't have to answer the Chinese and history classes, I can get a damn paper out of my head when I go home and look it up in a dictionary. Fortunately, teacher had some expectations for my language ability, so just a bit of coaxing was enough.

The hardest part was the communication.

In the past six months, no matter who it was, no matter what he said to me, I relied on three sentences to live:

”Cool ~”

”Awesome ~”

”Should go to Sting ~”

Translating it into Chinese was the same as saying, ”Oh.”

Of course, no one would care what I thought or what I was doing.

So I am free to go alone is also quite good, in the morning at school, in the evening at home to write homework to read cartoons, the days passed.

But today, no matter what, he couldn't avoid communicating with others. I scratched my head and looked out the window.

Outside of the school building, there was a sea of people. Each and every one of them was packed tightly into the sports field.

That's right, today was the day to register for the society.

In high school, there was a very strange rule. The activities of the guild was one of the compulsory courses, so it could be considered as a credit.

I remember a similar experience. It was the second class interest group I joined in elementary school. The content is basically knitting sweater, hand, the main purpose is to cheat the child money. As the end of the term approached, the second class became a virtual reality class dominated by English teachers.

Capitalist schools, by contrast, are diverse, with all kinds of associations. I followed the crowd to the playground.

The choir will be eliminated in the first round. I can't even speak properly, let alone sing, unless someone likes to listen to the seafood of Beyoncé in the southern and southern regions. PASS.

I quickly skipped over the baseball and yoga clubs. The hard work of ten years in the country had already made me an intermediate level disabled. My physical fitness was no different from an old lady in her fifties or sixties. PASS.

Following that, the social workers' associations were screened out, mainly to help the poor build houses and do charity work. It's not that I don't want to help. I'm born with a handicapped hand, and I'm afraid of smashing people to death with the house I built. PASS.

My true love is the Gourmet Club and the Film Club, but both groups eliminated me for the same reason:

”I'm sorry, but only students with an average score of 4.0 or higher can become the society's candidate (perfect score 5).”

Fine, I really can't think of whether eating is related to my results or not.

In the blink of an eye, it was already four-thirty. If I don't find the right one by the end of the day, the only option left to me is the Asian Traditional Culture Association.

To put it nicely, it was the traditional Asian culture. A bunch of foreigners in qipao and kungfu made four to five hundred word annotations for a boring organization that said, ”Dogs can't stop themselves from eating sh * t.”

I sighed at the thought.

I don't have any friends, and I don't want to join any society. I'd rather go home and stay.

Suddenly I heard a deep voice:

”...” Lonely, friendless, do you want to go home now? ”

I shivered.

”Don't ask me how I know. There are some people in this world that can easily read your thoughts …”

”They have the same outer appearance as you, but they have special abilities that you don't have …”

My heart was pounding.

The first name flashed through his mind: 43.1

Did he come back to life again?

Did he have other companions?

”They are hiding here, between us …”

I took a deep breath and turned around slowly.

Then I saw a fat man.

He sat at a table and gulped down a large mouthful of cola, sweat pouring down his back. Opposite him was a girl.

I walked over. ”You … What did you just say? ”

”So this student here is interested in special abilities as well?” Please take a seat ~ ~ ”Fatty immediately took out a stool from behind me and passed me a flyer.”

[XX High School Special Function Society, Focus on Wall Piercing and its daily use]

[Other training programs include: Spontaneous combustion of the human body, vanishing into thin air, telepathy, soul exiting, etc.]

[Social life mentor: Dick Pound]