Saiki goes through the day at his new high school.
Received the books, went to class according to the chosen schedule, had lunch alone in the corner, and then changed to another classroom for class...everything went smoothly.
——Except for the physical education class in the afternoon, when playing baseball, I accidentally threw a ball that exceeded the world record—but this was blamed by Saiki on the person next to him, and the boy seemed to have finally been noticed by the school team coach , it's really nice.
The last class ended, the students walked out chatting in twos and threes, Qi Mu put the textbooks into the locker assigned to him.
Then flash aside.
"what?"
On the side, a young man with an Asian face stared blankly at his empty hand: "Do you know that I'm looking for you?"
Yeah, your heartbeat has betrayed your mind—of course not.Qi Muquan pretended not to hear his question, and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"
The Asian teenager—the name seems to be Chen Xiu. He and Qi Mu were at the front and back desks of the physics class just now. He introduced himself before the class, and he scratched his head: "It's nothing...just asking if you want to play together One play? You just transferred here today, so you haven’t seen it before.”
Chen Xiu looks like a sportsman. Although he is also Asian, he is over 1.8 meters tall and has a strong physique. His wheat-colored complexion and a straight head make him blend in with a group of Westerners without being too abrupt. On the contrary, it was Qi Mu standing with him, which was set off to be petite and slender.
Oh, he still seems to be a member of the school's basketball team, although he's currently on the bench—why would such a person come to him?Is it because they all have oriental faces?
Qi Mu was still hesitating whether to refuse, but Chen Xiu "suddenly realized" and said, "I see, you should take a part-time job, right?"
Um?For a part-time job..."That's right."
Qi Mu nodded, part-time job is not bad, there is a reason to disappear from school as soon as school is over, so that he can be prevented from being bullied by a big student who is energetic and wants to show off his strength—although Qi Mu doesn't care much, After all, there's no way normal people could hurt him, but that would be noticeable, wouldn't it?
Hearing Qi Mu's answer, Chen Xiu seemed to be calmly relieved, when he was about to say something more, someone behind him suddenly called: "Chen!",,
Chen Xiu jumped up, turned around immediately, and a few big boys in loose basketball uniforms stood around the corner and shouted: "It's time for training soon, what are you doing! Are you talking to your friends?"
"No, it's not!" Chen Xiu said quickly, "It's just the person sitting on the side during class!" After he finished speaking, he turned around, "Your name is Qi Mu, right? It's good to have a part-time job, hurry up! I Going to the basketball team first!"
Qi Mu stared at his back as he left in a hurry, and was silent for two seconds.
...Chen Xiu, who was embraced by several basketball team members and walked towards the locker room, suddenly stumbled while going down the steps.
"what!"
He yelped in pain, felt a sprain in his left foot, and quickly hopped on one foot, touched the wall and sat down.
"What's wrong?" The tall white boy next to him looked at him suspiciously, "Hey, you're not pretending, you don't want to go to training?"
"really!"
Chen Xiu grinned in pain, and rolled up his trouser legs, exposing his swollen ankles.
"cut--"
Several members of the basketball team looked at each other and frowned impatiently: "What a disappointment, forget it, go to the hospital yourself, let's go!"
As he said that, he never looked at him again, and continued to talk and laugh happily and left.
Chen Xiu, who was left behind, was not dissatisfied. On the contrary, after seeing the backs of several people disappear, he soon smiled happily.
"It's too late for this sprained ankle...Huh?"
He stood up and tried to move his left ankle, which seemed to be broken just now... "Are you all right?"
Could it be that I suddenly have some super power to sprain my feet when I want to, and to heal when I want to heal?
"Haha, how is that possible."
Unable to figure this out, Chen Xiu quickly tossed his schoolbag and went home happily humming a song.And not far from him, Qi Mu escaped from his invisible state.
——It is enough to do this, and the rest is his own business.
……
On the way home, when Qi Mu turned his head, he saw the recruitment notice of a passing fast food restaurant.
——It is also a good choice to work in a fast food restaurant or a store. This kind of place is usually paid by the hour, and the salary is paid every week or half a month... It is not a problem to be in danger, this is New York, but The base camp of the Avengers, even if some small robberies do not cause the Avengers to dispatch, there are many folk heroes here.
The reason for Qi Mu's hesitation is also here-of course he is not afraid of danger, but he doesn't want to meet superheroes.
Moreover, this kind of service-type work is a bit too time-consuming. If possible, he wants a job that allows him to control his time-if he doesn't like communicating with too many strangers, he can actually go to the park to give people Drawing portraits, using the superpower of reading and writing, you can print the pictures in your mind like photos on paper-but forget it.
Well, if you think about it this way, writing work is actually not bad, as long as you have written the manuscript and submitted it on time, you can spend more time freely.
——In the end, Qi Mu stood outside a company called "Clarion Media".
The job of the website editor is not bad. He is mainly responsible for writing and editing articles on the website. Saiki thought about it and found that no superhero's job has anything to do with this aspect.
After all, in the era when most superheroes were born, online media was not so developed.
Saiki walked in with confidence, and was arranged to sit aside after showing that he was a high school student and wanted to find a part-time job.
Also sitting in that row of chairs was a young boy who looked about his age, and started talking when he saw Qi Mu coming over.
"Hey bro! You're here to apply too, right? What do you want to do? I want to be a photographer. I'm not bragging. I'm pretty good at taking all kinds of news photos! I dare say I handed it over to them No one else can take the photo..."
"The two boys outside!"
A shout from the office door interrupted the eloquence of this enthusiastic American boy. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up: "Well, it seems that we are going to go in together."
Qi Mu also stood up and walked in behind him.
The boss of this media company is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with a strange beard and rich body language when speaking... At this moment, when he saw Qi Mu walking in, he took a stack of photos on the On the table: "Look, anyone in my company can come for an interview now? Two high school students!"
After complaining, he put his hands on the table and leaned forward, as if he wanted to create a sense of oppression - but unfortunately, the young man next to him who wanted to apply for a photographer was looking at him eagerly, and Qi Mu... really There is no emotion to be seen.
The middle-aged bearded man stood up straight again bored: "Well, boys, it seems that you all really want a position... I am the editor-in-chief here, you can call me Jameson, but you must add Mr. Shang! You——" He pointed to Qi Mu and the boy next to him, and the boy next to him stretched out his chest consciously, but it didn't seem to work, because the editor-in-chief didn't look at him at all, "One of you is a photographer , one is a writer... but there is no conflict."
The eyes of the boy next to him lit up, but Qi Mu, who had heard his intention from Jameson's heartbeat, was not fluctuating in his heart.
"The two of you should be the partners of the internship period first, you," he pointed to Qi Mu, and pushed the photos on the table over, "you go back and write a new article based on these photos, I want Review! Another one, the photos are okay, but not special enough! I want more impactful ones, people want to click into our website to read the content after seeing the photos, understand!"
"Uh... probably understand?"
At this time, Qi Mu was not in the mood to listen to the other party's words. His eyes were looking straight at the photos on the table - it was Spider-Man who stopped a robbery incident on the side of the street. Very good, the photos are very clear, and one of them has Spiderman winking at the camera... and the small signature in the lower right corner of the photo.
A flamboyant "PP".
--are you kidding me?
The boy turned his head and extended his hand to Qimu friendly: "Peter Parker, we will be colleagues from now on! What's your name?"
"..."
"?"
"Saiki, Saiki Kusuo."
Saiki held that hand stiffly.
... Is it too late for me to regret it now?
……
After exchanging phone numbers and email addresses with Peter Parker, the young boy, who probably had not acquired the spider ability for a long time, said that he would send all the photos of Spider-Man he took to Qi Mu's mailbox when he got home.
"No need, just send over the few photos the editor-in-chief read today. I want to use them to write articles."
"...Oh." Peter Parker's enthusiasm was extinguished all of a sudden, and he asked a little listlessly, "So Qi Mu, don't you like Spider-Man?"
"...It's not like I like it or I don't like it."
Qi Mu thought for a while, and let him comfort him: "If I am saved by Spider-Man one day, I should fall in love with him."
Although there will be no such day.
"indeed!"
Hearing this, Peter Parker suddenly cheered up: "I like him very much...Spiderman, maybe because he helped me a lot, haha, I was bullied at school before, and he taught me a lesson For those who bully me."
"yes."
Qi Mu was noncommittal.
……
Both of them had to go home by car at the same station, but luckily the car they were going to take was not going in the same direction. Qi Mu looked at the opposite car and waved goodbye to Peter, deeply doubting—if this world really If there is a god, he must have been entrapped by himself in his previous life.
Otherwise, why fight against him everywhere.
With a heart numb from stimulation, Qi Mu went back to the apartment by car, but when he was about to enter the building, he heard a strange sound.
'Who will save me, meow!I can't go down meow! '
Ok?
He looked around and saw a shivering little white cat lying on a branch in the canopy of a big tree.
...isn't this one of Superman's classic rescues?
Received the books, went to class according to the chosen schedule, had lunch alone in the corner, and then changed to another classroom for class...everything went smoothly.
——Except for the physical education class in the afternoon, when playing baseball, I accidentally threw a ball that exceeded the world record—but this was blamed by Saiki on the person next to him, and the boy seemed to have finally been noticed by the school team coach , it's really nice.
The last class ended, the students walked out chatting in twos and threes, Qi Mu put the textbooks into the locker assigned to him.
Then flash aside.
"what?"
On the side, a young man with an Asian face stared blankly at his empty hand: "Do you know that I'm looking for you?"
Yeah, your heartbeat has betrayed your mind—of course not.Qi Muquan pretended not to hear his question, and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"
The Asian teenager—the name seems to be Chen Xiu. He and Qi Mu were at the front and back desks of the physics class just now. He introduced himself before the class, and he scratched his head: "It's nothing...just asking if you want to play together One play? You just transferred here today, so you haven’t seen it before.”
Chen Xiu looks like a sportsman. Although he is also Asian, he is over 1.8 meters tall and has a strong physique. His wheat-colored complexion and a straight head make him blend in with a group of Westerners without being too abrupt. On the contrary, it was Qi Mu standing with him, which was set off to be petite and slender.
Oh, he still seems to be a member of the school's basketball team, although he's currently on the bench—why would such a person come to him?Is it because they all have oriental faces?
Qi Mu was still hesitating whether to refuse, but Chen Xiu "suddenly realized" and said, "I see, you should take a part-time job, right?"
Um?For a part-time job..."That's right."
Qi Mu nodded, part-time job is not bad, there is a reason to disappear from school as soon as school is over, so that he can be prevented from being bullied by a big student who is energetic and wants to show off his strength—although Qi Mu doesn't care much, After all, there's no way normal people could hurt him, but that would be noticeable, wouldn't it?
Hearing Qi Mu's answer, Chen Xiu seemed to be calmly relieved, when he was about to say something more, someone behind him suddenly called: "Chen!",,
Chen Xiu jumped up, turned around immediately, and a few big boys in loose basketball uniforms stood around the corner and shouted: "It's time for training soon, what are you doing! Are you talking to your friends?"
"No, it's not!" Chen Xiu said quickly, "It's just the person sitting on the side during class!" After he finished speaking, he turned around, "Your name is Qi Mu, right? It's good to have a part-time job, hurry up! I Going to the basketball team first!"
Qi Mu stared at his back as he left in a hurry, and was silent for two seconds.
...Chen Xiu, who was embraced by several basketball team members and walked towards the locker room, suddenly stumbled while going down the steps.
"what!"
He yelped in pain, felt a sprain in his left foot, and quickly hopped on one foot, touched the wall and sat down.
"What's wrong?" The tall white boy next to him looked at him suspiciously, "Hey, you're not pretending, you don't want to go to training?"
"really!"
Chen Xiu grinned in pain, and rolled up his trouser legs, exposing his swollen ankles.
"cut--"
Several members of the basketball team looked at each other and frowned impatiently: "What a disappointment, forget it, go to the hospital yourself, let's go!"
As he said that, he never looked at him again, and continued to talk and laugh happily and left.
Chen Xiu, who was left behind, was not dissatisfied. On the contrary, after seeing the backs of several people disappear, he soon smiled happily.
"It's too late for this sprained ankle...Huh?"
He stood up and tried to move his left ankle, which seemed to be broken just now... "Are you all right?"
Could it be that I suddenly have some super power to sprain my feet when I want to, and to heal when I want to heal?
"Haha, how is that possible."
Unable to figure this out, Chen Xiu quickly tossed his schoolbag and went home happily humming a song.And not far from him, Qi Mu escaped from his invisible state.
——It is enough to do this, and the rest is his own business.
……
On the way home, when Qi Mu turned his head, he saw the recruitment notice of a passing fast food restaurant.
——It is also a good choice to work in a fast food restaurant or a store. This kind of place is usually paid by the hour, and the salary is paid every week or half a month... It is not a problem to be in danger, this is New York, but The base camp of the Avengers, even if some small robberies do not cause the Avengers to dispatch, there are many folk heroes here.
The reason for Qi Mu's hesitation is also here-of course he is not afraid of danger, but he doesn't want to meet superheroes.
Moreover, this kind of service-type work is a bit too time-consuming. If possible, he wants a job that allows him to control his time-if he doesn't like communicating with too many strangers, he can actually go to the park to give people Drawing portraits, using the superpower of reading and writing, you can print the pictures in your mind like photos on paper-but forget it.
Well, if you think about it this way, writing work is actually not bad, as long as you have written the manuscript and submitted it on time, you can spend more time freely.
——In the end, Qi Mu stood outside a company called "Clarion Media".
The job of the website editor is not bad. He is mainly responsible for writing and editing articles on the website. Saiki thought about it and found that no superhero's job has anything to do with this aspect.
After all, in the era when most superheroes were born, online media was not so developed.
Saiki walked in with confidence, and was arranged to sit aside after showing that he was a high school student and wanted to find a part-time job.
Also sitting in that row of chairs was a young boy who looked about his age, and started talking when he saw Qi Mu coming over.
"Hey bro! You're here to apply too, right? What do you want to do? I want to be a photographer. I'm not bragging. I'm pretty good at taking all kinds of news photos! I dare say I handed it over to them No one else can take the photo..."
"The two boys outside!"
A shout from the office door interrupted the eloquence of this enthusiastic American boy. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up: "Well, it seems that we are going to go in together."
Qi Mu also stood up and walked in behind him.
The boss of this media company is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with a strange beard and rich body language when speaking... At this moment, when he saw Qi Mu walking in, he took a stack of photos on the On the table: "Look, anyone in my company can come for an interview now? Two high school students!"
After complaining, he put his hands on the table and leaned forward, as if he wanted to create a sense of oppression - but unfortunately, the young man next to him who wanted to apply for a photographer was looking at him eagerly, and Qi Mu... really There is no emotion to be seen.
The middle-aged bearded man stood up straight again bored: "Well, boys, it seems that you all really want a position... I am the editor-in-chief here, you can call me Jameson, but you must add Mr. Shang! You——" He pointed to Qi Mu and the boy next to him, and the boy next to him stretched out his chest consciously, but it didn't seem to work, because the editor-in-chief didn't look at him at all, "One of you is a photographer , one is a writer... but there is no conflict."
The eyes of the boy next to him lit up, but Qi Mu, who had heard his intention from Jameson's heartbeat, was not fluctuating in his heart.
"The two of you should be the partners of the internship period first, you," he pointed to Qi Mu, and pushed the photos on the table over, "you go back and write a new article based on these photos, I want Review! Another one, the photos are okay, but not special enough! I want more impactful ones, people want to click into our website to read the content after seeing the photos, understand!"
"Uh... probably understand?"
At this time, Qi Mu was not in the mood to listen to the other party's words. His eyes were looking straight at the photos on the table - it was Spider-Man who stopped a robbery incident on the side of the street. Very good, the photos are very clear, and one of them has Spiderman winking at the camera... and the small signature in the lower right corner of the photo.
A flamboyant "PP".
--are you kidding me?
The boy turned his head and extended his hand to Qimu friendly: "Peter Parker, we will be colleagues from now on! What's your name?"
"..."
"?"
"Saiki, Saiki Kusuo."
Saiki held that hand stiffly.
... Is it too late for me to regret it now?
……
After exchanging phone numbers and email addresses with Peter Parker, the young boy, who probably had not acquired the spider ability for a long time, said that he would send all the photos of Spider-Man he took to Qi Mu's mailbox when he got home.
"No need, just send over the few photos the editor-in-chief read today. I want to use them to write articles."
"...Oh." Peter Parker's enthusiasm was extinguished all of a sudden, and he asked a little listlessly, "So Qi Mu, don't you like Spider-Man?"
"...It's not like I like it or I don't like it."
Qi Mu thought for a while, and let him comfort him: "If I am saved by Spider-Man one day, I should fall in love with him."
Although there will be no such day.
"indeed!"
Hearing this, Peter Parker suddenly cheered up: "I like him very much...Spiderman, maybe because he helped me a lot, haha, I was bullied at school before, and he taught me a lesson For those who bully me."
"yes."
Qi Mu was noncommittal.
……
Both of them had to go home by car at the same station, but luckily the car they were going to take was not going in the same direction. Qi Mu looked at the opposite car and waved goodbye to Peter, deeply doubting—if this world really If there is a god, he must have been entrapped by himself in his previous life.
Otherwise, why fight against him everywhere.
With a heart numb from stimulation, Qi Mu went back to the apartment by car, but when he was about to enter the building, he heard a strange sound.
'Who will save me, meow!I can't go down meow! '
Ok?
He looked around and saw a shivering little white cat lying on a branch in the canopy of a big tree.
...isn't this one of Superman's classic rescues?
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