Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

That's pretty good too. .A good balance between work and rest.

A math class ended quickly.

As always, Song Fang received the blank stares from his classmates - ever since he was in the same class with a person of Chinese ancestry, they had never had his own name in the math class, and the only ones left were "other students except Song" "This unified title.

They had also tried to let Song Fang understand their inner dissatisfaction and grievances through certain methods, some of which were not very friendly.

Song Fang also expressed that he was very helpless. What can I do? He is already in high school and is still learning questions such as "What is the answer from one to one hundred?" and "What is the answer to the square root of three?". Can he answer "Equal to 4949", or can you still answer "the result is square root two"?

And this was the result of skipping a grade. In view of Song Fang's talent in mathematics, the school agreed that he would take mathematics classes with senior students.

He is also desperate, okay?

So facing the accusations from his classmates, he also used the same means as them to convey his despair to them.

The pilot system is really a good thing. As long as there is energy in the system, it will maintain Song Fang's body's enhanced state by default. Ever since he had it, Song Fang has never lost in a competition with someone with stronger fists.

Now, no matter how his classmates commented on him behind his back, as long as Song Fang cast his eyes on them, he would definitely get a smile.

That's enough. Song Fang thought, right? You have to leave some breathing room for others, right? After all, being beaten by a thin and gentle-looking "yellow-skinned monkey" like him until he didn't recognize his mother was really a blow to the self-esteem of some people who had high self-esteem.

After class was over, Song Fang packed up his things, checked his get out of class schedule, walked to the corridor, and rushed to the classroom for the next class.

"Hey! That monkey in front."

someone shouted from behind.

Oh, I haven't been so short-sighted in a long time.

Song Fang raised his eyebrows and did not intend to answer.

But soon the road in front of him was blocked.

They were two senior students, two heads taller than Song Fang, and they looked arrogant.

"Didn't you hear me?"

One of them asked Song Fang with a tigerish face.

Song Fang looked around.

At the end of get out of class, the corridor was bustling with people, and the presence of these two guys seriously blocked the traffic.

But no one stopped for that. The students glanced here, pretended not to see it, and hurriedly changed their route.

Song Fang's math class was with the senior students, so none of his familiar classmates were with him at this time. I don’t know if these two people chose this time on purpose.

Soon, two other people came from behind Song Fang and sandwiched Song Fang in the middle.

"What do you want to do?"

Song Fang asked calmly.

The man who just spoke turned his head and said, "Come with us. Someone wants to see you."

"it is good."

Song Fang readily agreed, followed the four of them out of the school, and got into their car.

Those people were being polite so far and only put a hood on his head.

"Where are you taking me?"

Song Fang asked.

A gangster said, "You'll know when we get there."

This answer is a bit too standard.

Song Fang curled his lips. Although with his current attack power and defense value, he wouldn't die if he was hit by a rocket from the front, but it's always better to be careful.

Looks like it's time to put his newfound abilities to the test.

Song Fang, who was in the hood, closed his eyes. The moment the "psychic ability" on the system information panel was activated, his brows suddenly frowned, getting tighter and tighter.

The remaining energy of the system at full level has dropped to 93% for the first time in a long time. Although the energy obtained from Raven, an energy source with full signal strength, was quickly filled in, it was still unable to fill up the energy. The system energy remained. The value keeps fluctuating between ninety-five and ninety-seven percent.

Well, the abilities of fourth-level mutants, even if they are still very young, consume so much energy.

Of course, a large part of this was caused by Song Fang's unfamiliarity with mind control abilities.

Mind control ability requires very high skills to use. This was not the first time that Song Fang had used abilities copied from others, but today was definitely the most difficult time.

Be careful and don't blow other people's brains out.

Song Fang warned himself like this, carefully choosing the gangster sitting in the passenger seat as his target.

"Hey Tom, what's wrong with you? Are you okay!"

asked the gangster on Song Fang's right.

Song Fang weakened the power of his telepathic abilities.

"No...it's alright..."

A vague voice came from Song Fang's front right, "I suddenly felt sick. Maybe I was too high last night."

"Oh! Damn it! Don't throw up in my car!" the driver roared.

Immediately afterwards there was a commotion.

The pungent smell exploded in the carriage, and the gangsters' moans of "og" could be heard in their ears.

Song Fang clasped his hands in his heart and asked for forgiveness, and then set his target on the gangster on his right.

"Damn it, Wood, why are you starting to vomit too!"

The driver is about to crash.

"I...just now, my head suddenly felt very uncomfortable..." After Song Fang withdrew his ability, Wood said, "It must have been smoked by Tom."

"Absolutely," said the gangster sitting on Song Fang's left. Just listening to his voice, you could tell that he was very uncomfortable. "I also felt a little... vomiting..."

This time the driver didn't speak.

Perhaps he was driven to despair.

When looking outside through his eyes, Song Fang felt the moisture in his eyes, which were deep and painful tears, including despair about the car washing work he was about to face in the near future.

Fortunately, Song Fang covered his mouth and nose with his hands in advance, and the filtering effect of the fabric of the hood allowed him to be somewhat alone.

Compared to the fact that he was not knocked unconscious, Song Fang was more fortunate that after three attempts, he finally gained some proficiency and prevented the driver from vomiting.

Otherwise, the car may be destroyed and people may be killed.

Song Fang did not interfere with the driver's thoughts and actions, he was just watching what the driver saw.

The car was driving normally on the street, and there was nothing to say about the surrounding scenery. It was a normal road in the sun, surrounded by some shops and residences.

But as the car moved forward, the surrounding scenery gradually transitioned from clean to chaotic. There is more and more garbage scattered on the streets, and various graffiti and urine stains appear more frequently on the walls. They traveled deep into the bowels of Hell's Kitchen, a very chaotic area, and eventually pulled up in front of a bar.

It's daytime now, and the bar doesn't seem to be open, but there's someone guarding the door. After seeing them arriving, the gatekeeper came to greet them. "Why so slow...Oh my God, how much did you drink last night!"

"Don't mention this." The driver rolled out of the car weakly, "He's here. Take him inside."