Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 4

The effect of embedding the talent [Shepherd] on the talent slot was immediate, and in just a moment, George felt that he seemed to be more energetic, and he seemed to have endless energy.

It's just that his brows and eyes are drooping, as if he is not interested in everything around him, and he is like a stinky child who has just entered a new environment.

George's pedigree was mixed.

Many people in Queens have stereotypes about Asians.

For obvious reasons, he hadn't had a good time at school over the years.

He doesn't have many friends and has always been the one who gets bullied at school.

【Jingle Bell--】

Before the bell rang for the end of get out of class, there were three or five golden-haired stupid big boys who didn't seem to want to be fifteen or sixteen years old and ran out with a football under their armpits.

They're going to grab a better field.

Mr. Tracy's lips parted slightly. He watched the sliding door swinging back and forth after the group of little bastards broke open, and his last words became a sigh.

The boys and girls around him walked out of the classroom one by one, and George slowly packed his things.

"Don't forget this week's homework, George Jr. Next time we have a debate about the beginning and end of the Mexican-American War."

"Yes Mr. Tracy, I remember."

Loosening the collar that was so tight that he was a little out of breath, George moved his gaze from the small pile of notes and books in front of him to Old Tracy's face.

"Come on, boy, I was a lumberjack in New Jersey when I was your age."

"I know, sir. Earlier Sarah asked me to ask if you'd like to try her Chipotle Chicken Chowder."

"Forget it, I'll just eat a sandwich..."

Mr. Tracy is deeply concerned about Sarah's cooking skills.

Sarah is George's mother in this world, Chinese-American, and Mr. Tracy taught Sarah before.

Soon, Tracy also left the classroom.

Now there is only George left here.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he looks like a child, his soul is actually close to 40 years old.

A guy like him...it's hard to be friends with a bunch of kids.

But the long-term self-isolation made George look a little weak-not in appearance, but in temperament.

Some teachers even told Sarah that George was very lifeless and wondered if he was suffering from depression.

Throw the bag on the book.

Perhaps the strength was a little too great, and the shoulder straps actually collapsed.

He had no choice but to leave the classroom with his backpack in his arms.

"View personal panel."

He called up the personal panel of the real world.

〖George Chen Osterman〗〖Chen Quanzhou〗

〖Strength: 17 (4+12+1)

Stamina: 16 (4+12)

Sanity: 7 (7)

Talent 1: Shepherd (Purple)〗

Without talent and extra attribute bonuses, George's strength and endurance dual attributes are only 4. At the age of 16, he can only be regarded as an average person, but his sanity value is very impressive, probably because he has two lives. Think about it.

Now with the purple talent embedded, his dual attributes are already quite terrifying in the real world, and it is estimated that he has reached the peak that ordinary people can achieve-including athletes under doping conditions.

But it should be temporarily incomparable with the few superheroes that appeared in the New York War in previous years——

Except maybe Hawkeye?

Locking the door, George yawned and brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead.

His hair is a little longer.

The tenth grade classes are basically all on the first floor.

It's been a while since get out of class is over, and it's basically quiet here.

The corridor was quiet and quiet, and the afternoon sun shone in from the entrance of the teaching building at the end of the corridor. Although it was blurred because of an old tree that was about to die, it was still warm when it fell on George.

There are many blackboard newspapers made by students outside the classrooms on both sides. In the photos above, young boys and girls are clustered together, and their vitality is like a fire.

The wind outside the window swayed the leaves, making a rattling sound, and then cicadas chirped again.

George leaned on the inside of the entrance gate of the teaching building, listening to the rugby players who were one year older on the playground forming two teams for training in order to apply for a better university, and sometimes he could hear the cheers of the girls.

He sat down on the lacquered chair that belonged to the uncle of the policeman stationed here, checked his watch, then closed his eyes, and waited for the time to pass slowly.

He is separated from the world.

Everything that happened here seemed to George to be happening in another world.

It is now June 2014.

He, George, is in tenth grade.

Since entering this school, he would sit here with his only friend for a while after class every day before leaving.

There are a few boys who only develop muscles but not brains and always like to trouble them at the school gate after class. There are probably quite a few reasons.

But just stay here for a while, and the group of big fools will disperse by themselves, lest they be caught by their stern father or mother, who can add up to several tons.

It's just that the only person he can call a friend today is not here...

"George!"

A boy's voice startled him.

He popped his head from the corner next to him, sunny, handsome, and tall, the type that girls like.

"You owe it to God that you didn't scare me."

George drooped his eyes, patted his trouser legs and stood up.

If he slapped him and called out, he might be able to call someone to death.

Harry Keener.

His only best friend.

I remember when Harry moved near George's house two years ago, he was a dirty little Tennessee farmer.

"I'm not a Catholic anymore."

Harry broke a huge piece of nougat in two with great effort, and gave the larger half to George,
"I just believed in Lamaism yesterday."

"why?"

"They lied to me that they didn't do things well these days because they were insincere, and asked me to pay the incense money. I don't think I can spend this money in vain, so I just believe it for two days."

Harry is from Tennessee, he is a top student, but he has Scottish blood, and he is too handsome, so he is always disliked by those stupid big guys who rely on their size and strength.

In the past two years, I have suffered a lot of beatings with George.

But sometimes they can beat back.

After all, everyone is meat, egg and milk, and no one is bad.

"Why didn't you come to class today?"

"My experiment is about to succeed."

Probably because the nougat stuck to his teeth, Harry was a little out of breath,

"I can't go away for two days."

"If you really want to tinker with that thing, it's better to let him give you a whole set."

"I don't think Mr. Stark wants me to do that."

Harry shrugged, and he and George walked out of the school side by side.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something,
"By the way, what shall we have for dinner?"

George said, "From what Sarah said, it's probably Chipotle Chicken Chowder?"

"It's Mexican again... I really wonder if Aunt Sarah is a descendant of the Chinese."

"Maybe her ancestors are actually from Anhui, highlighting a hodgepodge?"

　Ask for recommendation and collection

　　


(End of this chapter)