single row ahead

Going to middle school is really boring and boring.

Get up early every day, step on the last trace of coolness cast by the gray sky before the sun rises, go to a fixed seat in a fixed classroom, and listen to a group of noisy middle school teachers standing on the podium and explaining simple things over and over again. Simple concepts that have been understood for a long time, but there are still a group of stupid and clumsy people shaking their heads like ducks and pretending to understand.

Accelerator came in through the back door of the classroom again, went straight to the corner of the last row and sat down.

This is supposed to be the place for those muscular and simple-minded rugby boys, but the painful memory of being beaten to the ground and forced to drain their wallets is still there. Seeing Accelerator swaggeringly occupy the last row of seats, how dare they Not daring to speak out, Accelerator's red eyes gave him a fluttering glance, and he immediately packed his schoolbag and sat in the penultimate row in desperation.

Peter and Ned, who were originally sitting in the second-to-last row, had to move to the last row to sit side by side with Accelerator.

Peter wasn't afraid of Accelerator, it would be better to say that this kind of position arrangement was more suitable for him. The chatty nature allowed him to talk to Accelerator for a long time alone, whether it was the school's club activities, Ned's Death Star model, or the class. The strange girl MJ who always says strange things.

"Ike, USAD is about to start recently. Are you interested in participating?" Peter lay on the table, looking sideways at Accelerator, and asked quietly amidst the teacher's steady lecture.

He stared at Accelerator's profile, and wondered how those girls only liked Fred's muscular, goofy boy.

"USAD? Not interested." Accelerator, who was fully focused on the computer in front of him, replied casually.

The United States Academic Decathlon (USAD) is an academic competition for high school students organized by a non-profit organization in the United States. It can be regarded as the most important competition that American students can participate in in high school.

If you can add such a sum on your resume, it will undoubtedly open the door to convenience when you are admitted to a university.

But for Accelerator, who didn't intend to study in university, such a competition was insignificant. He couldn't even guarantee that he could stay in this world until the day when Peter received the admission letter from the university.

Peter showed an obvious disappointed expression, but he didn't force Yifang Accelerator to go to the competition with him, because he knew quite well that Yifang Accelerator was conducting an experiment entirely by himself, and he probably didn't have much free time.

Recently, Peter seldom asked to build Lego blocks together, for fear that it would interfere with Accelerator's experiment.

... Well, maybe not. After all, Accelerator is not someone who will force himself to be asked by others. If he is not willing, he will definitely refuse it quite decisively.

Peter showed a slightly frustrated expression. He twisted his neck and turned his head to the other side. Ned was taking class notes. He was very serious in class, not like he was always in class after he had a hidden identity like Spider-Man. Sleepy Peter.

Peter felt a little ashamed, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It's not his fault. Anyone who wakes up at three in the morning to fight crime, goes back to bed at five, and is forced to be up at seven to catch the school bus by the pathetic schedule of high school students will never be able to cheer up. Listening to boring and boring chemistry theory classes.

Accelerator glanced at it, and conveniently added a few exercise books and textbooks to the pile of exercise books and textbooks on the table in front of Peter. Several of my own exercise books were stacked on the pile of books.

The unsteady pile of books suddenly toppled forward like an avalanche, hitting the back of a happy football team boy who was texting his girlfriend on his cell phone.

"Shit!"

He cried out in pain unexpectedly, and turned his head suddenly, the skin hanging on his red cheekbones was trembling with anger, his right fist was already clenched, but after he caught a glimpse of Accelerator who was staring at him coldly, He shrank his neck back.

The miserable experience of being thrown out with bare hands by a skinny boy who didn't even weigh half his weight that day was definitely a nightmare, so much so that now when he sees this white-skinned ghost who dropped out of school and came back, his heart trembles, and he dare not look at him at all. He had no choice but to sweep away the pile of smashed books that hurt his back, cursed fiercely, and then turned his head resentfully.

Not only Peter was awakened by such a big commotion, but even the teacher who had been writing on the blackboard and lecturing on the podium turned his attention here.

The female teacher with the old-fashioned hairstyle squinted and glanced over.

"Peter, get up and answer the question we just talked about."

she said slowly.

Ned was quite guilty. He quietly handed over his textbook, turned to the page the teacher just said, and reminded Peter, "The third question, the third question."

The lack of sleep made Peter's head swollen. Although the strengthened body did not leave thick dark circles, his head was still a mess at this time.

But even so, after glancing at the question, Peter still quickly gave the answer.

"Correct answer. But Mr. Parker, I don't think my class is so boring as to put you to sleep?"

She cast an almost threatening look.

Peter's scalp jumped, and he replied with a stiff face, "Of course, ma'am, your lectures are quite lively and interesting, the content is solid, and people benefit a lot."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Parker, please sit down."

After hearing Peter's almost flattering compliment, the lady nodded with satisfaction and graciously seated Peter.

Relieved, Spider-Man, who punched a mugger, sat back in his seat.

Ned poked Peter's arm with the fountain pen cap and said in a breathy voice, "Peter, I'm very sorry."

Peter also replied in a breathy voice, "Dude, there is no need to apologize."

However, Peter's little milk voice in the voice-changing period obviously carried a hint of depression.

Accelerator felt a little distraught, he knew he had a part in exposing Peter to such an embarrassing situation just now, but Accelerator, who was well aware of his bad character, didn't intend to add fuel to the fire and apologize like Ned did.

Anyway, no matter what he thought in his heart, what he said must be some hurtful words.

But Peter seemed not to be sleepy after the accident just now. After picking up the fallen books and rearranging them again, he didn't lie down on the table again. Instead, he sat upright and stared at the blackboard in front of him in a daze.

Accelerator tried to divert his attention to the computer. During the time he stayed in the school, the laboratory also had auxiliary experiment machines to conduct one experiment after another in an orderly manner according to the procedures he had set in advance. After the experimental results were recorded and archived, they were sent to the computer in his hand in real time.

However, the data that was sent to him non-stop at this time could not attract his full attention as usual.

It was as if there was a bug buzzing in the ear all the time, it was thin but disturbing.

He couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Peter was in a trance, and replied subconsciously, "...it's nothing, I just feel that this is a bit tiring."

so?

Accelerator frowned.

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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 1 Ni Xia;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

5 bottles of Bright Moonlight; 1 bottle of Kirin and Hitachi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!