[In a Classroom, in the Afternoon]

  Probably because of the regret of the past, I was depressed almost all day. I had no free time to attend the class, no time to go to the toilet or even go to sleep.

  I just looked out the window of the blue sky in a daze, the blue sky was cloudless, as if my brain was as empty as a classroom on a Sunday morning. My body was as empty as a depleted fuel robot. I put my head on the desk with very dim eyes.

  Dianthe seemed to exchange her soul with me; her spirit was completely opposite to the listlessness she had in the morning. She listened attentively in class and took notes, and actively communicated with classmates after class. At the same time, she realized that my classmate who was nearest to me didn't look very good, and came to care about me with a smile.

  Although at first, I wanted to take this opportunity to speak out the ideas I had accumulated before. I didn't know what to say when I saw her smiling face. I just smiled back at her, explaining that I had sent her away because of indigestion during lunch, and I also ruined my desire to speak out.

I believe, as long as you are a normal person, one wouldn't take the initiative to make friends with some random strangers. Maybe if you are a very optimistic person, or don't know the person you will have doubts. That person might think you have some special motive to cheat or scam them.

  As far as I am concerned, I am satisfied as long as I maintain my current situation. Anyway, Dianthe is going to leave China after a year, and I am just a passer-by in her life, so I don't need to retain and remember her. In the future, I just need to find a stable job and a partner to live slowly, and wait for my life to be exhausted peacefully...

Under such self-guidance, I also slowly restored the usual spirit, what to do, go from class to class, solve problems, use the toilet, wait for school to end, go home to do homework; after that watching TV and go to bed...

[At the Gate of the iSTEM School]

  After school, I still planned to ride my bike home as usual, and the school gate was busy as usual. I was responsible for picking up and picking up students. The school bus and private car were parked in the parking spaces on both sides of the road, waiting for students to get on and leave.

  As the road has a lot of vehicles and people come and go, so I intend to ride a bicycle home on that path because the time until sunset is early, so I don't have to worry about my own safety. Things, like encountering gang fire or being robbed, are unlikely to happen.

  To my surprise, Dianthe and my classmate Blair were chatting and laughing together, heading towards a more secluded part of the path, after I turned a corner at an intersection while humming a pop song.

I was going to ride my bike to remind them that it was a well-known unsafe area in the city.

Leading the way was a white youth nearly two meters tall, with a square face and a high nose. His size and bulging muscles were reminiscent of Arnold Schwarzenegger's.

  His hair looks like a dyed yellow hedgehog, with two lightning patterns on both sides of his head. His yellow eyes are as fierce as a leopard, and there are several band-aids on his face.

See here, I can't help but have some fear, because the person in this city is famous among the high school bullies. His name is Thomson, because both sides of his yellow hedgehog head had lightning, and he punched was known to punch very quickly. I could only imagine the pain of being hit by him. This bully, Thomson also has a nickname and is often referred to as "Flash" Thompson.

  However, as an ordinary person, I often feel that this title is familiar to me as if I have heard it somewhere. I always feel that his modeling is imitating someone, but I could never figure out why. Of course, I know these ideas are not the focus for now.

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  For Thomson was sneaking up behind them, with five little boys in black skulls, each with black stockings over their faces, and a wooden baseball bat in his hand, ready to strike, as if he wanted to do something to some to the girls.

But, as a high school student, it was very clear that Blair and Thompson were together in this because Blair was his former girlfriend. If two people now have recently broken up yet still do things privately, one could say that Thomson is Blair's personal bodyguard. It looks like Dianthe may be in danger. The reason could be because something Dianthe may have done to Blair. It seems Blair may have Thompson beat her.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

  Probably because I stayed too long, a little brother in charge of the lookout spotted me, and he rushed toward me, pounding a wooden baseball bat on my bicycle and threatening me to answer his question.

"It's okay, Blair and I are classmates at the same school as your boss. I don't mean any harm, just passing by!"

"In the same class as Wayan? Forget it. I don't care who you are. Mind your own business! Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes!"

  I nodded obediently, not daring to rebel in the least, as if to make lightning Thomson's little brother let down his guard. I took a detour on my bicycle to the junction in front of him to avoid the lookout.

Originally, I didn't want to interfere, but when I saw Dianthe's artificial smiling face, I remembered she was a foreign exchange student from a foreign country, I finally felt sorry for her. Although I couldn't help her revenge, I still hoped she could be sent to the hospital by the police in time.

"Damn, you'd better not call the police! You fool, do you want to die!?"

  A roar scared me at a loss, Lightning Thomson as a death general rushed to me in front, grabbed my mobile phone, and threw my mobile phone like a meteor into the distance.

"The boss! That's him, looking furtively at us!"

  The little brother who was in charge of the lookout reappeared in front of me and pulled me off the bike. His eyes glared at me savagely, which made me extremely regretful. I even naively thought that I had escaped from the range.

Like a rabbit picked up by the ears, I wouldn't cry for help or for mercy. It was like I was cast into a dead end, a dark ring, a dark habitat. Scared I climbed into a corner, I work hard like a snail curled up, but his fists and a baseball bat to bring pain to my body, they cursed like a storm and laughed at me while dumping rubbish and spit on me. It made me angry and afraid to fight back.

  Just as I, the coward, was in pain and wanted to be spared, a familiar voice came from the outside.

"What are you doing? I order you to stop!"

Dimly, I saw Dianthe standing at the exit of a dead end, she came out from the dazzling white light, her eyes similar to a lizard agate appeared again, it was bright in the sunlight of the setting sun, when she went to the dark of the shadow, the eyes were painted with blood red light again.

  Her eyes were angry and murderous, and she looked fiercely at Lightning Thomson, opening her mouth to show her little canine teeth, and growling like an animal as if to warn him to leave me.

"Who are you??"

  Seeing someone shouting, Thomson looked back at her viciously. He was not surprised at the eyes of Dianthe, but he was more confused about why a girl intervened, especially that she, as her target, was willing to die.

"Isn't that our target, boss?"

  Surprised, the younger brother quickly reminded his eldest brother that Thomson had identified the little girl in front of him, and though he was surprised by the eyes, he was not weak.

"Hum, play a hero and save the day routine? Not happening!"

  With a roar, Thomson picked up the stout wooden baseball bat and charged at her at a speed of several dozen kilometers an hour.

"Stupid humans... "

Dianthe said quietly, standing still to face the oncoming Lightning, Thomson...