C53 The Rain will Soon Stop and We will Walk Home Together

"Did I succeed?" Dick wiped his sweat vigorously and stood up.

"You … "It seems like it disappeared for nearly half a second..." Sayaka had not even finished speaking when the fatty jumped up and shouted loudly:

"Yeah!" He succeeded! I already said that I have super powers! "

Dick's face was full of excitement as he turned to Darwin who was seated below the stage and fiddling with the camera: "Did you record it? Are you recording it? "

"The camera's storage card seems to be full …" Darwin frowned: "It was not recorded just now."

"Damn!" "No way …" Fatty's face was immediately filled with frustration as he laid on the ground like a dead pig.

"Don't tell me it's such a coincidence?" I was a little unsatisfied for Dick and hurried over, only to see Darwin seemingly quickly performing some kind of operation on the camera.

He was erasing the last video!

Why!?

Isn't this proof that Dick has superpowers? If this video was posted to Facebook, would it worry about no one joining the society?

"You …" Just as I was about to stop her, Darwin grabbed my hand and looked at me meaningfully.

He shook his head at me very slightly and said in a low voice:

"Don't talk."

"What are you doing?" Why did you delete it? " I asked in Chinese.

Darwin did not answer me, but turned his head to look in the other direction.

The fat guy couldn't understand Chinese and continued to grumble on the stage. Sayaka sneakily glanced at me.

I shrugged at Sayaka, meaning that I didn't understand either.

Darwin kept the camera, walked to the fatty's side and patted his shoulder, and said:

"Bro, even though the VCR didn't record it, they both saw it and we both believe you."

"Well — Iamjusfine... "You know, it's just a little bit of a pity …" Dick sighed.

"But this way, we won't be able to gather five people no matter what. This year's special ability society won't be able to open up again …"

It occurred to me that the minimum number of people in the new society was five.

I, Sayaka, Dick and Darwin, only have four people.

Fatty silently took off the monk's hat on his head and took out ten yuan from his pocket.

"I'll return it to you …"

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a long time, I patted Dick on the shoulder.

"Don't try any more tricks next time. Practice your invisibility. We'll join again next year."

Dick forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Well (please) ask..." "Can I) add..."

In the spacious auditorium, a timid female voice came from the corner.

It took me five seconds to understand.

Sitting in the corner was a very thin little man, and I have to say she was too inconspicuous.

It was unknown if it was due to her nervousness or some other reason, but when she swayed her body back and forth, she appeared extremely unnatural.

She was wearing a large gray T-shirt, with a leather belt in her blue shorts, and she was almost perfectly blended into the gray-blue bench in the auditorium. If she didn't say something, I probably wouldn't be able to find her after looking around.

Red, white skin, a face full of freckles, and green eyes that constantly flickered as they looked at the ground, just like how he had used up all of his courage just now.

The most striking thing was that she had a short hair like a boy's. If it wasn't for her voice, I would have thought she was a boy.

OOH ~ God bless my ancestor, Amitabha!

The fat guy bounced off the stage like he was on stimulants, and before I could react, he grabbed the ten bucks I was holding and ran over to the T-shirt. He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"The society's fee is: 280. Sign your name here and you'll be one of us. My name is Dick Pound!"

"..." "I, I, I'm not free (money)..." The T-shirt didn't even dare to look at the fat guy. It just kept staring at the floor.

"Hi, I am the president of the association, you can call me Darwin."

Darwin obviously did not think that someone would join his society. He stepped in front of Fatty and said rudely: "In fact, our society only accepts people above level 10. What grade are you in?"

I can see that Darwin's various performances showed that he actually did not want to form an association.

If he didn't want to do it, why did he want to be the chairman of the society? Sayaka and I looked at each other in confusion.

The T-shirt in front of me, standing up is not as tall as me, you know I used to be considered short in China. From the looks of it, she was at most thirteen or fourteen years old.

Maybe because he felt Darwin's malicious intent, the stutter on the T-shirt became even worse:

"..." "Ten, ten, eleven years …" The T-shirt pointed at me again. "Same class..."

Swish! How come I didn't know there was such a person in my class?

Did she also know invisibility?

Darwin turned his face to look at me as if asking for confirmation.

"Well, it seems like maybe maybe... I've seen it before, "I said, scratching my head as I saw the confusion on the T-shirt.

"Don't mind it, student. Actually, I have had facial blindness since I was young. The doctor said that there's still a chance for me to be cured if I take more medicine …"

"Student, we should not have too much money. What I mean is, if we should spend less, we should also use more effort — —" The fatty spread his hands as he opened up Darwin, who was blocking his path.

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.