"I know that jumping from the sixth floor would probably wean me in my next life..." Bang!
The classroom's iron door was kicked open by Rose, and there stood Barrett Walker at the window, a layer of frost forming on the face of twenty-seven-year-old Rose Rockefeller. Not only was she known as the "Military Flower," but also as the "Mother Tyrannosaurus," weighing over eighty kilograms. She kicked the iron door away, despite the financial constraints of this public school. After all, this was the place for exams, and the best equipment was installed in this room. How could they not have a sturdy iron door?
The black instructor looked at the iron door that had been kicked to the other side of the classroom, with a large footprint in the center. He felt some heartache for the door. This academic director, if she went mad, it would probably be impossible for anyone in the school to control her. He worried about the school's high debt, but more so about his own future. He touched his icy neck and thought it best to keep his distance from her.
"Oh my goodness! The Mother Tyrannosaurus is here!" Barrett Walker would always remember that violent face, only seeing a door infinitely expanding in front of his eyes, and then his nose stinging, finally understanding what it would be like to jump from the sixth floor.
Barrett Walker felt as if he had been placed on a fire, being roasted over and over without knowing how many times. What was even more infuriating was the sprinkling of salt on the wound. It truly felt like bittersweet torture.
"Mother Tyrannosaurus, you wait, I will be back!" Barrett Walker was not afraid at all of such a familiar acquaintance!
Standing at the bottom of the building, shouting towards the window, Barrett Walker limped away from the school.
Rose leaned out of the window, watching Barrett Walker hopping away. Only then did the unease and guilt in her heart fully dissipate. Hearing Barrett Walker's insults, she recalled the scenes from her childhood, when Barrett Walker, Danny, and her younger brother played at her house. With thick glasses and a face full of acne, she held thick books and was ridiculed as a dinosaur by him. Nine years her senior, he sneaked into her house when no one was around, intending to beat him up, but ended up being overpowered, stripped, and spanked. Remembering that embarrassing scene, she began to hate him. However, she later heard that he was kicked out of his home by his grandfather due to his fainting spells, and she joined the military, and they never had contact again. But today, seeing him again, he still gave her the same detestable feeling.
"Do you think you're the Terminator? I will be back... I now, as the academic director, order you to come back immediately, or else you will fail!" Imitating the deep, bass voice of the Terminator, she thought that her position as academic director was not so bad after all. At least she could use her power to properly deal with him.
"Instructor, are you very familiar with this little wildcat?" Seeing Barrett Walker being so audacious in front of her instructor, and her instructor not seeming angry, it was a scene that he never would have imagined witnessing.
"He's like a half-brother to me!" Rose said disinterestedly, looking at the broken door in the classroom and not seeing any students being disturbed while they were busy taking exams. She nodded and completely ignored the shocked black instructor, lifting the 80-kilogram iron door with one hand and asking in surprise, "What did you just call him? Little wildcat... Good Lord! You have no idea how much this person is detested."
The black instructor sighed, seemingly deliberately forgetting the reality that Barrett Walker, who had fallen from the sixth floor, was not injured, and looked at her instructor in astonishment. What was wrong with her today? She nodded in agreement and replied, "Yes! He's very timid at school, just like a docile little cat. Everyone in this school knows that."
Barrett Walker limped away and ran out of the small school gate, looking at the grand and magnificent gate of Jazz High School across the street, then back at the gate of the public high school behind him. It was like a real-life version of "The Ugly Duckling and the Swan." Perhaps this should be the back door of the 21st Public High School!
Unfortunately, he was the ugly duckling, and he didn't know when he would become a swan. It was probably impossible, but at least he could eat swan meat soon, right?
Looking up at the towering teaching building of Jazz High School, he cursed, "Strongly protest against the airing of TV dramas during commercial breaks!"
"Wow! That's my goddess!" Suddenly, the huge screen changed, and the ad finally finished. It was Julia Menard's single "goodgoodstudy," and she was running on the playground in her school uniform, transformed into a pure queen. Barrett Walker stared at her chest intently, then slapped his forehead in regret, "I finally remembered who that beautiful woman is! Why does she look so familiar? Damn! This cursed internet, they've made my goddess look ugly and dressed her in such ugly ancient clothes. Damn it! She's been drugged. If I find out who drugged her, I'll dig up their ancestors' graves and parade them in the streets..."
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As he babbled, he quickened his pace. He had initially helped out for the sake of that kiss, but now he treated it as his own business. He couldn't let that scoundrel eat swan meat before him. Suddenly, Barrett Walker froze. Julia Menard! This queen of the music industry, and in the future, the queen of the entire entertainment industry. She would win almost every award she was nominated for. On screen, she was so elegant.
His unchanging self, standing next to the radiant Julia Menard, resembled a clown. Ultimately, as the grandson of one of the nine executive directors under the Council, he arranged a marriage for him, a marriage that shocked the entire Human Federation, marrying Marge Green, the daughter of the Green family. Her reputation was even worse than that of the Rockefeller family's women. She was a complete slut who defiled men, and no one could resist the will of the god of war, especially not him. Julia heard about his marriage and spent a day under the radiation at the foot of Mount Warlord, just to ask why. At the time, his mood was so terrible. He actually mocked her deepest pain, despite her being sick for two months with no one to care for her. She sadly agreed to the marriage to Mark Smith, the grandson of one of the nine executive directors under the Council. In the end, there was the pitiful scene at Barrett Walker's wedding, where he bit his tongue to death out of frustration. "It turns out this is not a dream. I have already died once. Why? I have already left, why don't you let me go..."
Barrett Walker stood dazed at the school gate, recalling the memories in his mind. He felt a bit lost and didn't know what to do. Was this really himself from a past life? Perhaps he had been drugged and defiled, explaining why he cried by the river. But he was even more of a scoundrel. He had the power and opportunity to change himself, so why didn't he?
Slap! Slap! Barrett Walker slapped himself hard on both ears. He hated his own weakness and incompetence. He couldn't even protect his beloved woman, and he was ashamed to look down on her. What right did he have? In his past life, he wanted to leave her, and she probably felt worse than he did.
"Julia! You wait for me. Even if I can't make it in time, even if that scoundrel defiled you, I love you. I won't go home, and I won't listen to that person anymore."
Hatred shone in Barrett Walker's eyes. As long as he found out who drugged his beloved woman, even in this civilized city with federal laws, even if he fainted, he would tear that person apart alive.
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"Alas! Halt, what are you doing? You cannot enter the school without wearing the school uniform and badge," the stern security guard stopped Barrett Walker, who was rushing headlong into the Jazz school.
"Darn it! Public high schools are better. Thieves don't come around, there aren't even any guards," Barrett Walker glanced at the real guns at the guards' waists, and the hot blood in him was immediately extinguished. Thinking about his pending gun license, he couldn't help but curse the incompetence and procrastination of the federal officials, and turned to leave, or so he thought!
Perhaps I am only fit for scavenging, at least with my appearance I won't look like a terrorist once I get in.
Mark Smith was sitting in a convertible, feeling an inexplicable restlessness. He smirked, pressed a button, and a secret compartment in the car platform suddenly popped open, emitting a cool breeze. Among the ice blocks lay an expensive bottle of red wine. After glancing at the wine in the cooler, he pushed the lid back and reclined in his seat, feeling somewhat powerless, gazing at the small room in the distance, wishing he could go in right now!
It was unbearably hot that day, and the city's protective shield was getting older and older. If only the ozone layer was still intact.
"I can't wait any longer, regardless of whether she's enchanted or not." Finally, Mark Smith couldn't wait any longer. He opened the wine cabinet, took out the bottle, and gulped down two mouthfuls. Holding the bottle, he stormed towards the small room.
He took out the key he had prepared long ago, feeling his heart almost in his throat, imagining what scene would greet him once he entered this secluded dressing room.
Barrett Walker found the same wall he had climbed over in his previous life. Looking at the dilapidated wall and the towering pile of garbage below, he felt a flicker of doubt cast aside. With a running start, he charged towards the garbage heap. With one powerful kick, the garbage cascaded down, and although the seven to eight meter high wall was separated by a two-meter high garbage mountain, Barrett Walker kicked off the wall, pushed himself up, and laughed, "Ha ha! I knew there was glass here, let me avoid it!"
"Wow! Mom, come see Superman, he's flying so high!" A woman on a bicycle passed by the alley, and her child on the back seat happened to see Barrett Walker flying horizontally seven or eight meters upwards, exclaiming and grabbing his mother's clothes in amazement.
"Child! That's not Superman, it's a garbage picker. Stop pulling, you'll pull my clothes off." The young woman turned around on her bicycle, angrily scolding, her ample bosom exposed. "But garbage pickers aren't this boring! Flying on garbage?" The child meekly replied, and gradually the mother and son walked away. Perhaps one day the child would grow up to be a famous director and create a comedy film titled "A Boring Superman, Ah!"
No, Superman wouldn't be boring. It's a boring garbage picker flying on garbage, and then crashing into a wall. Perhaps only then will everyone know just how deranged this person truly is!