After Thomas sat down, Nancy saw that there were three people on this side and only Thomas on the other side, so she stood up meaningfully and sat down next to him, while Xena and Irving buried their heads and ate voraciously, since it didn't cost any money anyway.
After lunch, Irving began to admire the man named Thomas. Not only was he thick-skinned, but his vision and eloquence were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
During this period, Nancy's subtle flirting made Irving associate Thomas with the Mr. Howard mentioned by the gossiping girls in the class that morning.
In the afternoon, facing Ramona who looked like he was ready to eat anyone, Irving frankly explained that he fainted due to exhaustion because he was busy moving too many things. During this time, he was met by the enthusiastic classmate Xena, who sent him to the hospital.
Ramona had already studied Irving's information during her free time at noon. She certainly did not believe the test
Irving still remembered the young man who stopped him. Although he was a little different from Shayne, who was fearless and had the word "bad guy" carved on his head, his facial features had not changed much. But what happened to him that gave him the scar that looked like a knife injury across his nose?"Shayne?" Irving asked knowingly."Hey." Shayne responded respectfully, then looked around with a vigilant look on his face and said, "Irving, thank goodness I found. I think Scar is in trouble. I can't find him. This is not like him."This kind of thing was not a thunderbolt for Irving. After all, he was not familiar with Scar, and Scar's job was to fight on the streets as a thug, which was inherently risky. Who knew when he would run into a someone above him who would want to kill him? But since Shayne said that he had been looking for him for a long time, this matter should not be that simple.Irving held Xena's little hand, raised his chin slightly, and motioned Shayne to continue
Soon, the food came up.Seeing Shayne wolfing down the food, Irving sighed and said. "Didn't Scar leave some money for you? Why do you look like you've been hungry for several days?"Hearing Irving's question, Shayne's eyes instantly turned red, and he said with murderous intent: "Scar left me 20,000 dollar, part of which was for my mother's medical treatment. My mother's eyesight is not very good, and Scar was afraid that when he left, I would find no way out for the time being. So he gave me some money so that I could use to take care of my mother and open a small shop to maintain my life. But after he left, the group of local big brothers turned their focus on me, and sent people to block my path every other day. If the money for my mother's treatment had not been given to the hospital, I am afraid it would have been taken by them."Irving motioned Shayne to continue eating, then he glanced at Xena who was thinking with her chin in her hand and said. "E
As the rays of the bright sunlight shone on his face through the dense branches and leaves, Irving opened his eyes slightly. He felt extreme pain coursing through his body, his head felt heavy, and his eyes were dizzy.Something seemed to have happened to him.So he closed his eyes and thought for a while before exhaling slightly. Yes, he remembered now.He put his hands on the ground and struggled to sit up. He lowered his head and looked at the various shoe prints on his clothes and smiled bitterly to himself. Yea, he was beaten until he lost consciousness.Irving, a very ordinary guy, only 18 years old, was a sophomore student in Hossa high school with average grades.An ordinary person like him, of course, did nothing special in the class or school as a whole. He may be lucky enough to meet one or two students he could call friends, and then later graduate in obscurity. Then many years later, when they met by chance, they would talk about the embarrassing things that were no longer
With heavy steps, Irving walked slowly, passing a big oak tree. After a long while, he reached another big tree and rest his back against it. Realizing something, he turned around and stared at the big tree he just leaned against. This was the same tree he just walked past. This couldn't be right. Maybe he was hallucinating. Time to move on. He walked away for a while and found himself back at the same oak tree for some reason. This couldn't be happening. Just when he was lost in his own mind, a hand like a dry branch rested on his shoulder, followed by a hoarse man's voice. "Little brother, are you lost?"Irving's spine shivered coldly and he took a step forward like a frightened rabbit. He quickly turned around and stared at the old man who appeared behind him out of thin air. His first thought was that he had encountered a ghost.Ever since he got used to being beaten, he was particularly sensitive to the disturbances around him. This person appeared behind him silently, like a gh
At this time, the sun was already setting behind the horizon.Irving came to the vegetable stall outside his local community. After bargaining skillfully with the vegetable farmers, he left with a handful of vegetables which obviously had some yellowing leaves.After walking down to his house and saying hello to a few old men playing chess, he quickly took out the key from the meter box outside the apartment, opened the door and entered the house which was very large but seemed empty for a layout of three bedrooms and one living room with only a few wooden furniture.Irving carried the dishes into the kitchen with ease, and after briefly comforting his stomach that kept making dissatisfied sounds, he came to the living room, stood in front of the small wooden cabinet where the sundries were placed, stared at the healing gel that had bottomed out, and clenched his fists tightly. "What's wrong with you, Irving? You're used to it already, so just bear with it."Shaking his head, Irving, w
Ding!!! The alarm clock released a series of chiming sound, which were extremely noisy.At six o'clock in the morning, Irving, who was used to getting up at this time every day, didn't feel like obliging, but forced himself awake. He turned off the alarm, brushed his teeth and washed his face sleepily before going out.Although he was disliked by everyone at school, he had a sacred and glorious task in the class - to open and close the classroom door. This also meant that he arrived earlier than others and left later than them every day. So, if anything went wrong in the class, he would be the first person others would hold responsible.Just like today, Irving came to class earlier as usual and cleaned the class carefully. He would not let anyone find a reason to bully him today. As for the kind of trouble that could not be avoided, he wasn't bothered by those since there was no way to escape them. All he could do was to minimize the excuses for others to attack him.At seven thirty, t
For what Irving did in the school earlier in the day, the school wouldn't punish him too severely. At most, it would be a warning for disrupting the order of the class. After all, the school had been unfair in its previous handling of this so-called "bad student". Rabbits would bite people when they were anxious, let alone humans.In the end, the school just "kindly" asked Irving to go home to recuperate, and just come back for the final exam as a formality. Irving didn't feel aggrieved by the school's handling of the situation. He had even asked for this decision himself a long time ago but failed in his effort.After walking out of the school gate, he glanced back at the dozen or so security guards who watched him leave, with a wry smile on his face.After returning home and putting away his books, brought back from school, he sat on a chair and stared at his injured hands that he had neglected. Although they no longer hurt, they needed treatment. The wound opening on the hand had lo
In the mountains early in the morning, the air was fresh and the early birds were chirping in the trees.In fact, Irving was not really sure of the exact location of the woman who just called for help. There was only a vague direction in his mind."It should be over there." Irving, who was running wildly in the dense forest and even climbing rocks with his bare hands in some dangerous places, glanced at the birds that were constantly being frightened away, not far off. He hunched over and walked slowly over. He squatted down on the protruding rock and carefully looked at his surroundings.This place was a naturally formed flat surfaced region, with a few unnamed trees growing sparsely. There were four men standing on the flat surface at this time. The three men in straight suits should be the same as the two who fell on the ground. The men in uniforms were in a group, and the squat man wearing a black elastic vest surrounded by them actually glanced at the rock where Irving was standi