C51 Prodigy Society

"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]

[President of society: Darwin. Chen]

"Fellow student, I'm not done yet. These people are among us, everywhere. However, the special abilities they possess can be achieved by ordinary people. This is the great goal of our society."

The girl sitting in front of him had black hair and looked to be Asian. Her embarrassed cancer was written all over her face, and she kept nodding subconsciously, "Yah …" "So powerful …"

So it was a Japanese girl. I finally understood why she could listen to Fatty's nonsense and live for so long.

Real Japanese girls are so polite that they hardly leave or interrupt before someone else is done talking. Their three main catchphrases were:

"Kawai, nah ~"

"So powerful ~"

"So delicious ~"

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

This Japanese girl in front of me, I guarantee that she would have left ten minutes ago.

"You can read minds?" I asked the fat man.

"I don't know Mind Reading …"

Before the fat man could finish, I stood up to leave.

"This student!" Wait a moment! " When Fatty saw that I was about to leave, he panicked. "Although I don't know Mind Reading, I really do have a special ability!"

"Oh?" I turned to look at him.

"You'll know soon enough …" Fatty smiled mysteriously at me. "Come back and sit …"

"What are the names of the two ladies?" Fatty asked as he took out two bottles of cola from under the table. He first shoved one into the Japanese girl's hand.

The little sister's face immediately turned red, making it even more embarrassing for her to leave.

"Sa... "Sayaka..."

So it turns out that the Japanese girl was called Sayaka, and was also an eleventh grade student like me.

"Aiya, you're the first Japanese to be interested in our association!"

Sayaka laughed awkwardly.

"Then what's your name?" The fat man turned to me.

"Aunt Rong, Guarga, the lady with the yellow and white flag." I rolled my eyes.

"% ampoo *% $..." "Is that so?" Fatty's tongue could not even move back.

"Yes, my name is rather long."

I don't want to tell you my name. Do you think I'm stupid? I thought.

"Let me formally introduce you. My name is Dick Pound, and I'm the spiritual mentor of the Special Function Society …" The fat guy said proudly as he touched his chest.

"Pu, pu."

Sayaka's face reddened, and at the same time, we revealed inconceivable smiles.

Dick means chicken in English, Pound means mash.

He didn't know when others called him, but he knew that it wouldn't hurt.

The fat guy ignored us, but lost something in the laptop beside us. After a while, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, I've already registered your names in the school society's file. Congratulations on officially becoming our members."

Sayaka and I opened our eyes wide at the same time: Who said that we would enter the society after sitting down for a cup of cola?

Fortunately, I said it was a fake name, so it doesn't matter. I stood up to go.

"Wangwangwang Student, your name is also registered ~ ~ If you push your club out, it will affect the annual examination and your reputation ~ ~" Fatty grinned evilly as he looked at us both. "Our school doesn't have many Asians. It's not hard to find your profile picture in the register ~"

Before my eyes could spew fire, the fatty hurriedly said with a fawning expression,

Our society doesn't need to take any performance exams or ring matches, and we don't need to write any reports. We have enough pizza drinks, salads, hot dogs, swimming pool parties twice a month in the summer, skiing once a month in the winter, and traveling to the club for free at the end of term.

It still sounded a little attractive.

I looked at Sayaka and she looked at me.

"Don't go, we won't be able to recruit anyone this year. The society will be dissolved soon …" Fatty squeezed his eyes with a sorrowful expression.

With a sigh, we sat down again. Who knew that before we could even sit down and warm up, the fatty would knock us all over again.

"Since everyone is having such a good time, then let's hand over the society's annual fees! Girls get a fifty percent discount for one person!"

You even need to pay an annual fee?

Didn't they say that no one was willing to join and that it would close down soon? How dare you ask for an annual fee!

"Two hundred and eight?" The Gourmet Society next door only got 150 yuan! "

"This student, science is priceless!"

I took my change bag out of my schoolbag and threw a ten on the table. "So much money, two people."

Fatty accepted the money without thinking. He also took out two bags of potato chips from under the table and gave it to Sayaka and me.

"How can a pseudoscience like yours form a society?" I asked contemptuously as I bit into my potato chips.

"This student, your words are wrong," the fatty said as he pointed to a man wearing a white robe and holding a Bible in his hand, who was wearing a halo. "Even Christianity can form societies, so why can't we use special abilities?"

"Dick's dad is an honorary director of this school. He can do anything he wants." An Asian boy wearing black-rimmed glasses came up from behind and interrupted us. He sat down next to the fat man.

He glanced at Sayaka and I, and snorted.

"Chinese?"

Sayaka did not react.

"Ugh …" "Un …" I nodded unconsciously.

"My name is Chen Yi, you can call me Darwin." He spoke to me in standard Mandarin.

So he was the chairman.

"Are you ready?" Dick asked Darwin, who nodded.

Dick suddenly took out a loud speaker from his backpack, and his ear-piercing voice almost made Sayaka and I fall onto the ground:

"Gentlemen! Ladies! To welcome the new members of our Special Function Society, me! DickPound! "I've decided to show you my special abilities in the auditorium after school today!"

Everyone in the playground looked at us.

I feel like a retard.