C53 (2/2)

The T-shirt hesitated, then fished some coins out of its pocket.

”Welcome!” Fatty took out a can of cola and passed it to the T-shirt.

”Damn!” Didn't you just say that science is priceless!? Give me back my ten! ” I felt my IQ being insulted and rushed to the fat man's pocket.

”Fellow student Woof, we are all cultured people, you worship me, but you can't touch me.” DickPound winked at me, ”Your money is in my panties.”

”Evil...” I immediately spread it two meters away and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

”Ten dollars isn't enough for you to treat your illness, right? Do you have to go all out like that!?”

”Your name is …” Mabinda? ” The fat man looked at the crooked words written on the paper on his T-shirt.

”...” ”Marinda,” the T-shirt said apologetically.

It turns out I'm not the only one with bad English.

”Welcome in! M! Today, the Special Function Society had been established! In the future, every three nights on Monday and every Saturday would be an outdoor event! This is the schedule Darwin and I have set — ”

DickPound took out a card from his robe, I looked at it.

[Origin and Analysis of Extraordinary Ability, Team Cooperative Training, Meditation and Basic Extraordinary Ability Practice, Sharing of Experience, Expedition of Great Misty Mountain]

It seemed like there was some sort of order to it, as if there was a small amount of expectation.

Walking out of the auditorium, it was almost dark, and it was raining heavily for no apparent reason.

”I'm really sorry, I need to leave first,” Sayaka bowed and said in a Japanese manner. I still have to go to the cram school. ”

High school students in the United States start buying cars at the age of 16, not because their families are rich, but because they are so sparsely populated that they can barely move without a car.

Unless it was a family owned car, high school students' first car was usually used as a second-hand car, with prices ranging from 500 to thousands of knives. Buying a car was like a coming of age ceremony for American kids, having a car meant having freedom. ”From then on, my parents did not care about taking me home.

Sayaka walked out of the school gate with her second hand, Nissan, behind her back.

”Where are you two going?” Darwin asked M and me.

I looked at the wet bike in the rain.

”... ”Walk...” whispered M, shaking his head.

”I'll send you off!” Fatty patted his chest and proudly pointed to the only car left in the parking lot — a brand-new salmon-coloured 2001 Dodger Charger.

”Call me daddy ~ ~ Hehehehe ~” The fat guy laughed until his whole body was shaking.

It turned out that the son of the school director was the one who could afford to cut the cake. Yogurt without licking the cap. The ultimate. The trenches. Second generation.

After Darwin threw my bike into the trunk, he jumped into the front seat. When I got into the back seat, I found that M was still standing under the eaves of the auditorium.

”M, come up!” I rolled down the window and called to her.

She shivered under the eaves, staring at the ground, refusing to get into the car.

”M, what's wrong with you?” I had to run to get out of the car, but as soon as I touched her, she moved away with her head in her hands as if she had been electrocuted.

Is there something wrong with this girl's head?

I felt that way the first time I saw her. She was in the same year as me, but she wasn't even taller than me. Ordinary American girls were already old and tall, and her small body didn't seem to have developed at all.

Furthermore, he was constantly shaking his head and not daring to look at others. His speech was unclear and it sounded like …

Mental retardation.

What a burden, leave her alone.

I was startled by the thought. Why would I think that?

I pictured the face of the deskmate who would not lend me a pencil.

There were also other classmates who did not notice my disappearance for a few days.

Did I become like them?

M was still standing in the corner of the eaves, saying nothing.

I shook my head hard and threw these selfish thoughts out of my head.

”Hey, you'll get sick if you walk back in this heavy rain!” He continued to persuade her.

Just as I was about to go up and pull her again, a hand grabbed me.

It was Darwin.

”She didn't want to get in the car. Maybe she had a reason she couldn't say.” Darwin lowered his voice and said: ”Since she doesn't want to say it, you should respect her.”

Darwin looked at the sky and said casually: ”The rain has stopped, let's walk home together.”

He didn't ask why, he didn't blame, he didn't say anything about 'it's not safe for you to walk alone in the dark'. but simply to come up with a solution.

He sounded as if he lived next door.

Hearing Darwin's words, the young woman revealed a big smile and nodded her head vigorously. I could see that she was not allowed to pronounce it because of the braces.

I looked at the unremarkable boy with the black-rimmed glasses, who, beneath his cold exterior, had the heart to think for others.

It took me many years to understand that the real concern, whether with a friend or a stranger, was not a thorough analysis of the pros and cons, an infinite exaggeration of one's own Madonna and the weakness of another, nor a persuasion of the highest moral importance.

It was just an ordinary sentence. The rain was about to stop, so they walked home together.

Dick, in the driver's seat, shrugged and pulled over.

DickPound seemed to listen to Darwin a lot.