Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 3 3. You are off the rails
The two found an exclusive numbered locker by the corridor on the first floor.

It is worth mentioning that American Middle School implements a shift system. The teacher is fixed in one classroom, and the students do not have fixed classes, classrooms and classmates, but run back and forth in different classrooms according to the schedule.

A dedicated locker for storing books and sundries is necessary.

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

He looked at the timetable on the back of the eye cabinet door again, and followed Ruster to a small classroom with 25 students by stepping on the class bell.

"Morning, Mr. Kadel."

The thin woman in a lady's suit with deep nasolabial folds and thick glasses smiled gently,

"Morning, Ruster, Dean."

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

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

"Before 'leaving', I actually finished my homework meticulously. I must be a perfectionist!"

He looked through his previous homework, whether it was algebra, trigonometric functions or geometry, all A and A+.

But the rest of the people here don’t care about their grades, chatting about late-night adult shows like a group of demons dancing, touching up makeup in front of the mirror, eating burgers secretly, sleeping, staring out the window in a daze, and less than a quarter of them concentrate on listening to the lecture.

But this is normal. Most students in public schools enter social work with a high school diploma. After graduation, there are still many people who don't even understand the most basic four arithmetic operations within one hundred.

Dean felt that he had a lot of advantages,

"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, and then I will go to a good university and study chip-related majors, and I will get the future evil king of mines and leather clothes in advance. Huang's road is blocked, and it will benefit thousands of brothers who play games in the future."

...

In the middle of the class, Dean was called by the teacher to solve the problem, and he stepped onto the podium generously, with a pen like flying.

"Did this group of Chinese secretly stuff a calculator into their brains, so they are so good at mathematics?" The freckled man in the back row stared at the blackboard with an expression of resentment. The dense numbers and formulas seemed like a holy book to him. Can it be done easily?
"Dude, understand these poor guys."

The fat man rubbed his sleepy eyes and joked,
"If they don't learn mathematics well, they can't even work smoothly as supermarket cashiers, casino dealers, and chefs."

"Idiot! These jobs need to be counted? Can't the homeless man next to the dumpster do it too?"

There was a burst of laughter in the room.

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

"Quiet!" Kadel slapped the podium hard with the pointer, and stared at the thorns in the back row, "Whoever talks too much, I guarantee that his parents will appear in the office!"

A trace of panic flashed across Fatty's fat face, and then he looked at Dean with a playful smile,
"We were just joking with our friends. Are you not so mean, bro?"

Dean has no expression on his face. He lived 19 years in his previous life. When it comes to fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone.

But as a newcomer, you should keep a low profile and restraint first.

"But don't bother me again."

After math class, Dean ran non-stop through three classrooms...social science, English, reading, and never encountered blatant sarcasm.

However, he found that it was more different from Tianchao. Here, there is only 3 minutes of breathing time between classes, which is not scientific at all.

lunch break.

A dining table in the corner of the cafeteria.

Ruster took a bite of his tuna burger, tucked in another ketchup-smothered fries, and sipped his yogurt, his face swollen like a squirrel.

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

Dean shook his head, weakly took out a stick of spicy twizzlers (twizzlers) from the dinner plate, he didn't know why the candy snacks were regarded as the staple food here, and he carefully stuffed them into his mouth.

hiss--

Strawberry flavor, so sweet!
The only advantage of the meal in the cafeteria is that it is free.

But except for black people in the corner and penniless paupers like him, most students bring meals from home, or spend money on more delicious pasta, bacon, egg rolls, taco...

"I was thinking of that thing you mentioned this morning, Bob Lowe."

"You really don't remember? Could it be that you were beaten to the head and lost your memory?" Rust gave his friend a strange look,
Dean didn't deny it, "Get to the point!"

"Yesterday afternoon, this rich second generation called the followers of two baseball teams to force you into the car and take you away."

Dean's heart shuddered, so after this little bastard took his predecessor away, his predecessor committed suicide?
As he thought this way, the progress in the system suddenly jumped forward by a full ten percent, jumping to 20.00%!
"That's the way of thinking!" Dean was excited.

It's just that he has checked, there is no obvious scar on his body, and his buttocks don't hurt, what happened to him before he broke down?

"Sorry, brother, I have small arms and legs, so I can't help you. Otherwise, Bob Lowe will hang me on the barbed wire next to the baseball field for an exhibition. You should understand what kind of feeling you have experienced?" La Sturt holds up the yogurt apologetically,
"Besides, Bob Lowe's family is rich and powerful, running casinos, hotels, and movie theaters. No one dares to fight against him."

"I was also hung on the iron fence of the baseball field?" Dean was curious,
"Let me do the math, 1, 2... You were hung up five times. But if you don't get pointed at, it's actually pretty cool up there."

Rust shook his short light brown hair casually, but there was still a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"That bastard, a dignified rich second generation, an adult, why does he always bully such small characters as us?"

"I'm short and born to be a doormat. As for you, because you have the blood of the Chinese dynasty. He used to make trouble for you a lot. I thought you were used to it."

"But no one cares?"

"It doesn't matter, he has a deep background, and we are just unknown people. Anyone who is smarter knows how to choose... And he is very cunning. Most of the time, he will say something disgusting to others, and he will punish us severely when there are no outsiders."

Ruster paused,

"He likes to harass the people of the Celestial Dynasty."

Dean nodded, and he had heard many versions of some things in later generations-Chinese people like to save money, keep things peaceful, and don't like to call the police.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Ruster handed over a small piece of hamburger.

"The food is not to your liking? Here, try my mother's cooking."

"Well, it's great... not inferior to a chef in a five-star hotel." Dean looked at the other's face full of concern, and his irritability eased.

"Dean, bear with me for another year... You usually have good grades, wait until next spring to get the SAT score, you can definitely get a good college..."

The corners of Rust's mouth were slightly curved, and the bright black eyes were shining with hope,
"The Ivy League is a bit difficult, but PAC9 has no pressure on you... No, it should be called PAC10 (Pacific Ten Schools Alliance). The University of Arizona is very good not long after joining the league. It is not too far from Las Vegas. To At that time, maybe we can continue to be alumni."

There was a sincere smile on that handsome face,

Dean shook his head, what a naive and innocent child.

When he thought about it, he looked up and was stunned.

A muscular arm suddenly pressed on Luster's shoulder, and before he could react, he was thrown backwards.

Ruster fell down on the ground, the hamburger in his hand rolled to the feet of a big guy, he grinned in pain, blushing, and just wanted to curse, but when he looked up and saw the perpetrator, he turned into a sick cat again, complaining half a word 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. muscle.

They had just finished training, with beads of sweat on their foreheads, their eyes under their short hair were full of aggression, and they turned to Dean in the seat.

"I haven't been disciplined by my parents since I was a child. Do you know how to be polite? Get out of here while I'm in a good mood!"

The strongest man sat on Ruster's seat, slumped back and hooked his hands, and the two servants put the yogurt and dinner plate in front of him.

He smiled and silently mouthed Dean.

chink.

Then, he reached out and patted Dean's cheek with the utmost disdain.

Dean's smile disappeared completely.

Isn't this strong man with a round face the same as Bob Low in the driver's seat of the red sports car?
Without the cover of the pair of huge toad mirrors, the hooked nose that occupies half of the face is exposed.

The whole person looked gloomy and domineering.

This is the second time, right?
Insult to the face.

Besides, the baseball field is next door. What qualifications does an outsider have to enter the cafeteria?

Dean's face became extremely pale, his whole body, the fingers holding the knife began to tremble uncontrollably, a hot current rose from the tailbone, and the electric current made his hair stand on end.

Fear made him shudder.

This is the instinct left over from the body.

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

That's what made him so scared, deep into the marrow of his bones!

"Go, Dean!"

Rust hurriedly grabbed his friend who seemed to be frightened, and pulled him away from the seat.

"Far further! Don't let us see. Haha!"

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

There was a burst of ridicule around, and some companions looked sympathetic,

But most of them looked like they were watching the show, and pointed at the pair of "good brothers" who had fled.

The gestures are comically supporting each other, like two clowns with uncoordinated hands and feet.

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

Rust comforted his trembling friend, and suddenly felt a huge force in his hand.

He was almost overturned, his eyes widened in horror, a black shadow quickly disappeared from his vision, and rushed to the corner!

No one reacted, and no one expected it.

boom!
Dean rushed up behind Bob, picked up the glass bowl of creamy mushroom pasta that was on the table, and slammed it on the back of Bob's head.

Click.

Amid the crisp sound of glass shattering, the cylindrical spaghetti splashed in mid-air with a beautiful arc like an oil painting, and the milky white soup covered the brown hair, revealing a tinge of blood red.

Ding!
Open combat log.

A strange reminder flashed before his eyes.

But Dean, who was so angry, didn't have time to check, he just wanted to vent his grievance and anger!
one way ticket

one way ticket!

Sooner or later, a disco was played on the radio.

"One way ticket one way ticket to the blue! (One way ticket to blue)"

Dean's movements were like lightning, his hands wrapped around Bob's neck like steel pliers and pulled back fiercely, Bob was still in the sudden severe pain and still hadn't recovered from it.

His strong upper body fell to the ground in the same embarrassment as Ruster did before,

fell even worse.

His feet got stuck between the table and chairs.

His back hit the ground heavily, and he fell down in an awkward posture!
At the same time, extremely suppressed curses sounded in his ears——

"fxck you!"

Dean roared extremely suppressed!

"Choo choo train chuggin' down the track... (train, chuggin' down the track)"

Turn around and squat down, press your left knee on Bob's lower abdomen, hit the trachea with your left hand, raise your right hand, and aim at the round face!
boom!
Nosebleed splash!

Dyed half of Bob's face and a fist with protruding knuckles
The sound of entering the meat is like losing leather.

Gotta travel on ain't never coming back
Raise your hand.

The fist turned into an afterimage.

Left uppercut, right straight.

Bob's left eye was red, swollen and purple, with tears streaming down his face, and his expression was in a trance.

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

Dean bowed left and right and raised his third punch.

But the baseball team has recovered from the raid.

Bob's valet jumped across the dining table and kicked Dean's sidearm with great force, instantly kicking him away.

Dean stood up again, and rushed like a wolf to the man checking Bob's injury, and kicked him in the waist while he was unaware.

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

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my god!"

The chaos in the canteen turned into a pot of porridge, and the crowd rushed over like a tide.

Bye my love, my baby is leavin' me (bye my love, my baby is leavin' me)
A burly black man hugged Dean's waist from behind, and with his huge body advantage, directly hugged his feet off the ground, and then pressed him forward, making his cheeks close to the cold ground.

The chaos is over!

Two tall men on the left and one on the right grabbed Dean's arm. Compared with Bob who was beaten violently, his image became miserable in just a moment.

The skin on the back and waist was broken, and there was a burning pain, a large bump appeared on the forehead, and blood was oozing from the lips.

But a pair of red eyes stared at the unrecognizable Bob who kept wiping the blood.

There was a cheerful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The previous fears are all 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 drink too much grass today? He has become so kind."

A Latino marvels.

"Dare to throw your fist at Bob, you are a warrior!"

A Negro saluted him humorously.

In the cafeteria, pairs of eyes are unbelievable,
This poor bastard whose parents disappeared early has no one to protect him. He is as gentle and honest as a little sheep. Bleeding!
Bob was wrapping a white kerchief around his battered red nose, and his face was red and swollen, miserable, and completely lost the arrogance of before.

Bob spat blood.

boom!
With a punch, he hit Dean hard in the abdomen.

Huge force and pain made him curl up like a boiled shrimp.

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

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

"But you're done, with so many eyes watching, you're ready to fuck off!"

"Shut up!"

Dean stared at Bob with wide eyes,

"You bloody racist? You fat pig with the smell of copper, are you full in the toilet? Spraying shit in front of me again and again!"

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

"Do you think I'll endure it forever?"

Dean asked coldly, the bloodshot eyes made him look a little nervous,

"Everything pays attention to evidence, don't label me indiscriminately!"

Bob looked calm.

The faces of the onlookers all became strange.

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

Otherwise, he will be isolated.

But Dean doesn't think so, he is him, no longer a cowardly predecessor, from now on, he will never be a shrinking turtle!

……

"Everyone go back to their seats to eat, what are you doing around here?!"

A majestic voice sounded,

The crowd dispersed immediately, pretending to be eating, but their eyes were fixed on the situation here.

The headmaster Ulysses in a suit and leather shoes glanced at the two inhuman men.

"You follow me to the office."

"Dude, cool!"

Beside the man, the little Rust, who came to rescue the soldiers, moved his thumbs up to Dean.

(End of this chapter)