Russell sat in the last row of the wide classroom at St. Mark's Middle School with his lips pursed. This class was a biology class. The biology teacher was a man with long hair, sitting in a wheelchair and was quite passionate during class. Russell could see his saliva splashing on the faces of classmates in the first row from a distance.

As the best middle school in Los Angeles, the university admission rate here reaches a terrible 97.8%, and the probability of entering Ivy League schools accounts for more than half of them!

In such a school, Russell seemed so out of place with everything here, and his size was much bigger than his peers here.

The students here are all small groups, which is different from Russell's previous schools. The small groups in Russell's school gathered together to discuss how to do Russell or how to do other gangs, but these peers are different.

He, a large-sized transfer student, did not arouse anyone's interest. After class, he saw the students gather together in groups of three or three to discuss this competition, and even made some strange mechanical gadgets in their spare time.

It is because of this that Russell, on the first day of his arrival, felt like a small isolated island on the vast blue sea. All around this island are signal shielding devices.

After finally getting over school, Russell carried his shoulder bag and walked out of the teaching building. When he came to the playground, he saw Ivan from afar. He was shaking hands cordially with the middle-aged principal who had his hair blackened.

When Ivan saw Russell, he waved at him with a smile, and Russell immediately felt bad...

When he came to Ivan, he noticed that the students who passed by were looking at him... No, to be precise, they were looking at Ivan, especially those girls. One or two of them felt that they were almost screaming. Russell thought that their group of signal shields had failed.

"How is it today, Russell?" Ivan put one hand on Russell's shoulder. "Mr. Monterian, the donation to your school has been paid, and our children will trouble you in the future."

The principal Monterian had a humble smile on his face. He looked at Russell and said, "Although Russell's admission grades are not very good, our St. Mark's school has always been good at improving students' grades. Believe me, Mr. Ivanovsky, I will be worthy of your recognition."

"Thank you." Ivan and Monterian shook hands.

After walking out of the school's generous gate, a blue Rolls-Royce parked at the door, and a man in a black suit opened the car door for them.

Russell opened his mouth for a long time and did not close it. At this time, all the pedestrians and students who came over looked at this place... Ivan's handsomeness and the handsomeness of the car. At this moment, Russell, the new fat classmate, instantly became the focus of this school.

This feeling made Russell a little uncomfortable...to be precise, uncomfortable.

...

After returning to Eddie's apartment, Russell changed his shoes and threw away his schoolbag and sat on the sofa. At this time, Red Tank was sitting cross-legged on the ground trying to pass a piece of yarn through a thin needle.

These things were bought by Qi Ji from an old lady in Chinatown. In Qi Ji's words, he wanted the Red Tank to train his character. After all, he will be the face of the New X Agent Team in the future. If he loses his temper and smashes things if he is unhappy, it will not be good.

So Hong Tank sat here for an afternoon, and the anger he was almost getting up, but Qi Ji was lying comfortably in the hammock on the balcony looking at his cell phone.

At this time, his Facebook account received a message from a stranger. He opened it and looked at it. It was a Chinese website named "Li Fengmo with the Wind": I have been wearing my mask for 12 years. I am so tired. Can you comfort me with a stranger?

Qi Ji curled his lips and opened the Chinese input method: Although I don’t know how you used Facebook by climbing over the wall, I would like to ask, which superhero are you?

Li Fengmo, drifting with the wind: I am not a superhero, I am just an ordinary 15-year-old melancholy boy from China.

Qi Ji: I also wear a mask.

Li Fengmo: How many years have you worn it?

Qi Ji: I just wore it four months ago, not long before you.

Li Fengmo: Sometimes people are like this, right? Just wearing this means you are still young, and you have seen through it like me. Life is just like this, and love someone is just like this. Everyone thinks I look like that. In fact, I wear a thick mask every day and don’t want others to see the real me clearly.

Qiji: Awesome.

Qi Ji turned off Facebook speechlessly and threw his phone into the hammock. At this time, he saw Russell with a gloomy face in the living room.

"Partner, how about the first day of transfer? Although your expression does not look very good, your expression now looks very good now. Just ate a sweet date and another bite of shit." Qi Ji sat next to Russell.

"No, the people there are completely different from me... I think I am still suitable to be a warrior."

"Russell, listen well, your pen is your weapon, you are the warrior of your own life. If you don't even defeat a pen, how can you defeat those powerful guys with us?

So, Russell, grab your pen and start with the damn students, and there, you can meet girls you like and pursue them boldly... Hey, does anyone think my words are very chicken soup? Is there any?"

"Shut up, avocado!" Eddie, who was sitting in the corner, made a sound of venom.

"Oh, you are very disrespectful to others." Qi Ji crossed his hands in front of his chest, looking in other directions angrily.

"Mr. Wade, good news." Ivan, who had just gone upstairs, suddenly ran down from the spiral stairs, holding the mobile phone with a lit screen in his hand. "The house was renovated the day before yesterday! We can go back!"

"Will there be formaldehyde that can kill people? Shouldn't we wait for a while before going back?" Eddie, who was sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the living room, looked out half of his head out from behind the newspaper.

"All raw materials are purely natural and pollution-free, and will not harm the human body." Ivan said.

Eddie flattened her mouth: "So am I going to be abandoned?"

"Mr. Eddie, you can come back and live with us. My house is very big anyway." Ivan said. "After this renovation, I broke through a wall on the second floor and made a large room. Today I specially ordered a 3.5-meter-long bed."

"Ivan, you're so nice." said the Red Tank, then lowered his head and continued to thread the needle.

"So, when you go on employment tasks, can I be at school?" Russell asked with a bitter face.

Ivan reached out and patted Russell on the shoulder: "As Mr. Wade said, you are not old enough now, so why not do that. You will be in high school in one year. If you can get an invitation from Ivy League within three years of high school, we will let you act with us."

"It's unfair!" Russell lowered his head in frustration, "It's harder to race in a septic tank full of obstacles and don't eat shit! Kill me!"

"Russell, I didn't even learn the most basic knowledge at the beginning. I was admitted to Harvard University by self-study, so I believe you can do it too. Believe me, my foundation at that time was not as good as you." Ivan said.

At this time, Qi Ji suddenly put his hand on Ivan's shoulder, pulled him a few meters away, and asked in a low voice: "You can go through the relationship and let Russell directly guarantee that he can go to college after graduation... Little Ivan, isn't this difficult for you?"

Ivan smiled: "Mr. Wade, I donated a lot of money to the school in the past two years I was at Harvard. I am now a member of the school board. All the schools Russell will attend in the future will be top-notch."

Qi Ji snapped his fingers: "I deserve to be the driver Ivan."

However, Russell was still in trouble at this time... He must not be able to get along with those freaks in the school... What should I do...

And after three years of high school, I received an invitation from an Ivy League school? How is that possible!!!

Forget it, I'll be a damn salted fish in that damn school.

Russell felt relieved when he thought of this.
Chapter completed!