death of hope

A stretched version of the "Cadillac" limousine speeding on the road,

The driver's appearance was unmistakable at first glance. He was in his fifties, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and wearing white gloves.
An over-the-shoulder dragon tattoo under an open shirt, bright eyes, and sitting upright.

There was only one young man sitting in the spacious space in the back row.

A lazy, idle look, leaning on the back of the chair, wearing a Sony Walkman,
Chewing Green Arrow chewing gum, Erlang's legs were raised, shaking with the beat of the music.

The young man lowered the electric window, looked out, and said to the driver:

"Hey, Uncle Deng!"

"What's wrong?" The driver slowed down.

"get off."

"Master, there is still a distance."

"If those poor boys see this car, I won't be able to hang out in Kurose."

"But, the president's wife told me..."

"Ouch! Don't listen, don't listen! My mother is nagging all day long, and my father is not much better."

"The president has arranged for you a private school, but you still insist on coming to this poor place, young master. It's too willful."

"I said, Uncle Deng, you are always becoming verbose.
I heard from the older generation that you were very good at fighting when you were young. You could cut from Fuzun Street to Nanshi alley with one person and a knife. "

"It's a thing of the past. A hero doesn't mention his bravery back then."

"Tsk tsk, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw your face wrinkled with joy. It feels so good to be praised~"

"Young Master, you are so funny. If you become a comic artist, you will definitely become famous."

(Note: Mancai, a form of Japanese comedy art performance, is roughly equivalent to our cross talk.)
"Ha, I'm going to be a comic artist? Wouldn't it be cheaper for my sister, without competitors, and directly inherit the family business."

"Master, I will always support you."

"Don't just talk and don't practice, Uncle Deng, if you support me, you have to listen to me, pull over and stop."

"Really, you child."

The driver smiled and shook his head, slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.

The young man got out of the car, twisted his neck and moved his cervical spine, making a clicking sound,
“The weather is nice~”

He put on a black high school uniform and spat bubble gum onto the curb.

He took out a box of hardcover MILD SEVEN (Seven Star) cigarettes, lit them, and closed the car door with a light tap of his knee.

"See you tonight, Uncle Deng."

The driver lowered the window and said: "Master, if any little kid who doesn't have eyesight dares to cause trouble for you,
You tell him to wait, say hello to your Uncle Deng, and I'll take someone there after school and beat him until he can't pee standing up. "

"Don't, if you do that, you will break the rules of a young man.

I, like my father, have a good reputation and would rather get beaten than be looked down upon. "

The young master clenched his fists:
"I want to dominate Kurose! It depends on this!"

"Not bad, very energetic~"

The driver glanced at his old self in the rearview mirror and sighed:
"It's so nice to be young..."

The car drove away. Stretched Cadillacs are rare in the slums, and many people went to take pictures.

·
After walking along the street for about 10 minutes, the young master arrived at his destination.

Dozens of crows landed on the top of the teaching building, making a "quack" noise.

A figure swayed at the top of the terrace and suddenly disappeared. He stopped paying attention and walked towards the school gate.

The gilded characters on the black plaque are written by famous masters, with vigorous and powerful brushwork:

"Kurose Heavy Industries Affiliated (Boys) Senior Academy"

This public boys' school can be described as notorious, with frequent violent incidents,
The learning rate has repeatedly hit new lows, but it is a holy place in the hearts of unscrupulous teenagers.

The rusty iron door was wide open, and a few black-feathered crows landed on it, watching the transfer students walk past.

There is no one on duty in the security room, there are cobwebs, withered creepers hanging on the wall, dead branches and fallen leaves are scattered in the flower garden, and the green belt is full of loess and garbage,

It gives people the feeling that this place is like a ruined campus in the last days.

A group of students in black school uniforms surrounded the playground,
From a distance, the group of people looked like crows on the roof, clamoring and chattering, watching and fighting.

When you get closer, you can hear cheering and shouting,
After hearing this, the young master felt his blood boil.
He has long been tired of the lifeless and rigid rules and regulations of noble private schools.

Hypocritical faculty and staff, listless classmates, the sports meeting looks like a disabled person, club activities make people drowsy,
In contrast, Kurose High School is simply a fantasy country for hot-blooded teenagers.
This is a big stage that does not rely on academic performance, does not rely on parental background, and only relies on fists to prove oneself.

"I'm in good shape today, have a good time~"

With his hands in his pockets, the young master walked proudly towards the playground.

A short-built student with yellow hair saw his unfamiliar face and came over to find trouble:

"I'll go! With a cigarette in your mouth, with your hands in your pockets, and wearing Adidas' new sneakers, it's very attractive, kid! What grade are you in?"

"second grade."

"Why haven't I seen you, transfer student?"

"Ah."

"Are you brave enough to come to Kurose High School to load coins?! Which school did you go to before?"

"You have too many questions, go away!"

"CN!"

Huang Mao'er was not tall, but his jumping ability was amazing, and he kicked him in the face with a flying kick.

"Hmph, taekwondo..."

The young master grabbed his ankle, swung his arm round vigorously, and slammed the yellow hair on the ground,

Another kick of football was kicked against the stomach, which made the opponent howl.

"Get up and fight again."

"Forget it... I admit it..."

Huang Maoer realized the gap in strength and bowed his head in admiration.

"Kurose High School, that's it?" The young master mocked.

"Don't be complacent, newcomer, I'm at the bottom of the food chain, here Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there will always be times when you will be beaten."

"You'd better remember what I look like, Huang Maoer, I will dominate Heise soon, and you will have to light cigarettes and drink water for me in the future."

"Hmph! Arrogant guy, sometimes you cry!"

Huang Maoer spat at him and limped away.

When he walked to the playground, the crowd had dispersed,

There are a lot of cigarette butts, footprints, fragments of school uniforms and blood in the middle of the field. The fight that happened here must have been very fierce.

He casually stopped a bald student:
"Dude, who was fighting just now?"

The opponent has a fierce face, his eyebrows are shaved, and his eyes are staring like bull's eyes:

"Trough! Who are you stepping on?"

"Soon, you'll remember me."

The young master did it, with three punches and two kicks, the bald head was beaten into obedience:
"Stop fighting...I said it's not okay...

Today is the first day of the new semester, according to Kurose's practice, the new semester has a new atmosphere, and it is necessary to decide who will carry the flag in each grade..."

"Carrying the flag? What does that mean?"

"We don't have any slang words for teenagers here. Carrying the flag means carrying the banner of Kurose, which means the boss."

"Understood, so what was the result just now?"

"There is no result. It's a mess. No one will accept the other. We will see the outcome after a while."

The young master handed over the cigarette: "Thanks, buddy,
If you had a better attitude at the beginning, I wouldn't be so harsh. I just transferred to another school, so please take care of me in the future. "

The bald head took the cigarette: "You are the best transfer student I have ever seen."

At this time, the bell rang, and the principal and administrators came to the high platform of the playground,

Followed by a student representative wearing glasses, standing in front of the microphone, giving an inspirational speech for the new semester.

The student representatives spoke impassionedly, with cadences and sentences, saying that they should study hard in the new semester, and the school leaders continued to applaud.

Ironically, there was no one on the playground,
The breeze was blowing the fallen leaves, which looked bleak and desolate. Obviously, no students took this seriously at all.

The young master squatted on the wall smoking a cigarette, watching the farce with a smile on his face,
The headmaster and the others seemed to be used to this kind of scene for a long time, appearing calm and calm,
For them, this is just a mixed wage job,

If you take it seriously, you might be attacked by some bad boy after get off work, so you might as well turn a blind eye.
The collective performance is bad, and no one cares about the enrollment rate anymore. Over time, Kurose High School has become the virtue it is today.